Next block was a spare for me so I decided to study for any pop quizzes we might be given. Fourth period was my option, Advanced Sports Medicine 35. It was really interesting and fun. Since I want to go into medicine when I'm in university, I figured it'd be an interesting course when I chose it as a Freshman. Once I was a Sophomore, they made us go to the games and tend to any wounded players as practice. At first I found it awkward, but now I rather enjoy it. Plus, no one really gets hurts that often so I just get to sit and watch the game.
Once the final bell rang, signalling the end of school, I headed to my locker. I was about to put on my backpack and head home, but then I remembered that I had detention. "Where are you going?" Layla asked me as I shut my locker with my backpack in it.
"Detention," I grumbled, holding a pencil in my hand.
"Why?" She asked incredulously, pulling her bag out of her locker and slinging it over her shoulder.
"Mr. Bacinski," I replied simply, knowing that his name alone explained everything.
"Ah, so you won't be on the bus then?" She asked sadly, closing her locker.
"Nope, sorry, see you tomorrow!" I replied, walking to detention. I passed Jade and waved. She smiled at me and jogged to catch up to Layla. Jade didn't take the same bus as us, but we all waited at the same stop together. As I arrived outside the door to the office, I twisted the handle dejectedly. I smiled at the secretary and went into the small room behind the desk. There were six desks and the room was about the size of a large janitor's closet. There was a tiny desk for the teacher in the corner and I was happy to find Ms. Yaworski in charge of detention today.
"Ms. Carters, what are you doing here?" She asked, looking up from her laptop.
"Mr. Bacinski claims that I chased my partner away," I explained, shrugging as she frowned at my explanation. I took a seat in the front, the farthest away from her desk. I liked her as a teacher, but that didn't mean I wanted to sit next to her. The disadvantage of having her at the back of the class, was that she could see everything I did. However, I don't really think she cared when I took out my phone to text my dad and tell him where I was. He replied quickly and told me that he'd pick me up. I smiled and put my phone back in my pocket.
"We're just waiting for one other student, then we'll get started," she said, smiling warmly at me, her glasses sitting on the bridge of her nose, "technically there's two students we're waiting for, but I wouldn't count on Damian Pierce coming any time soon." She continued to smile and turned to face the front. I rested my head on my arms as I laid them on the desk as I waited.
Minutes passed by and still this other student wasn't here. Ms. Yaworski sighed and stood up. "I suppose I'll have to get the office to call Trey Hollands over to detention. I'm going to go to the bathroom first, do you have to go?"
I grimaced and shook my head. She seemed to realize that she'd said too much and quickly hurried out of the room. I grunted as I held my head in my hands. Detention went until 4:30 and it was still only 3:50. I pulled out my phone and started to play a random game I'd downloaded on my phone just in case I ever got bored.
I was about to pass the level when the door opened. My hand flew to my pocket as I tucked my phone back into my pants, thinking it was the teacher, but it was none other than hoodie boy. "You're Trey Hollands?" I questioned confusedly. He didn't react to the name which was weird. I didn't think there was anything wrong with the name, it was just so... generic. He sat down at the back of the class and I frowned while turning my body around to face him. He sat three seats back from me, but since the desks were so crammed, it was more like two.
"Is that a no?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. He didn't reply, he just kept his head cast downwards, fiddling with another pencil. I scoffed as I turned back to face the front. I crossed my arms over my chest frustratedly and tapped my foot on the floor.
"Can you stop that?" The boy snapped and I smirked. Tapping my foot a little harder.
"Stop what?" I inquired innocently as I continued tapping my foot on the floor. It didn't make too loud of a noise, just a small tap against the smooth floor. He didn't reply, he just growled like some sort of primal animal. "Answer my questions then," I bargained confidently.
"Questions, plural?" He asked, his voice still unnaturally low.
"Yes, I have a few," I declared, getting out of my chair and talking a seat right in front of him. Straddling the chair once more like I had in Social Studies, I asked, "Why do you talk like that?"
"Like what?" He replied in the voice I was talking about.
"That one," I replied, leaning forward, trying to see a little more under his hood. Suddenly, a stand of perfectly golden blonde hair fell from under his cloak. It seemed to be about ear length, but as quickly as it was there, it was gone. He tucked it back behind his ear and I noticed him frowning.
"Not everyone has a perfect voice, Amy," he replied angrily, his voice still contorted.
"I'm aware of that, but for all I know, you do have a perfect voice. Why do you talk like that?" I tried again, leaning back against the desk.
"I'm not going to answer your questions just because the sound of your foot is annoying. If you want to blackmail someone, make sure you have better leverage," he snapped, halting the movement of the pencil between his fingers.
I was about to argue that it wasn't blackmail, but then I realized it kind of was. "Sorry," I said just as Ms. Yaworski got back from her bathroom break.
"Ms. Carters, no talking," she scolded me, taking a seat at her desk, "and you, Hollands, detention on your first day?" She tsked as she opened her laptop and started typing.
"We won't be doing anything today, just reflect on what you've done," she told us as she typed away on her laptop. I frowned and went back to my spot. I rested my head on the table once more and shut my eyes, 'reflecting'.
