When the Bad Boy Isn't Bad

Chapter 7: I'm Not A Bad Boy

The next day passed quickly, math troubles, grumpy history teacher, lunch, clay in art, planning for the play in drama. And another movie in detention.

"Last detention! Phew, except I will miss our private theater." I laughed, talking to the guys. The movie had ended early.

Blaze frowned. "Try not to get one tomorrow, okay?" He asked. I didn't understand; did he not want me here? Was I intruding? Was this when he normally would talk about stuff with the guys? Whatever. 

"Sure," I answered, smiling. "I can be nice if I try."

"Right," Fletcher smirked. "This is you we're talking about."

"Look who's talking," I responded, smirking.

"Uh, you?" Rayon grinned. I scowled at him.

"Shut up."

Blaze laughed. "Admit it, he's got you beat."

I turned to him and widened my eyes. "What? You're taking his side? Abandoning me?"

He smiled softly. "Course not, Jen."

I smiled back, looking at Fletcher challengingly.

"Woah, there, lovebirds, no need to get all 'I'll never leave your side' in front of me," Fletcher gagged. I stepped back, and Blaze looked at Fletcher, giving him the what-the-hell-dude glare.

"Fletch," Rayon warned. He turned to me. "He didn't mean it."

"Yea-" Rayon's pressed his hand over Fletcher's mouth, smothering his next words.

"Thank you," Blaze said to Rayon, who nodded. Blaze turned to me. "I know I say this a lot, but sorry about Fletcher. He's... Insensitive."

Never thought I'd hear that coming from a bad boy. "Uh, okay. It's fine, really."

"Uhmugu lugu," Fletcher mumbled. Rayon took his hand away and wiped it on his pants, then shook his finger at Fletcher teasingly.

The bell rang, waking the teacher. "Okay, get out of here so I can go home," He told us. "And why does it always have to be you four? Last year it was only three. Please tell me next year it won't be five."

"Nah, sir, it'll be six," Blaze teased, much to the teacher's horror. "Just kidding, all four of us are seniors."

"Who knows, you might have an empty room next year," Rayon put in.

"Unless, of course, one of us has to redo senior year," Fletcher added, an evil look in his eyes.

My turn. "Or all four of us. Heck, guys, we might even let some new seniors into our detention club."

The teacher had his head in his hands by now. He was shaking. Literally shaking. "No no no no no no no no no," he repeated.

"I think he's in shock," Blaze whispered.

"Should we leave now?" I asked, turning towards the door.

Blaze touched my arm, the burning sensation bringing me to a complete stop. "Not yet."

I breathed hard and nodded.

We left the poor guy after a minute, laughing once we were out of earshot.

"I think he's gonna have nightmares about us," Rayon grinned.

"He already does," Blaze pointed out.

"A heart attack," Fletcher suggested.

I squinted at him. "That bad, huh?" He shrugged. "Remind me never to get on your bad side," I laughed.