The Ice Cream Pact

Chapter Three

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J A K E
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        When I got to the room my detention was in, I immediately noticed a few other guys in there already sitting down in a seat. There were only five seats that hadn't been pushed to the side of the room, with three in the front and two in the back. I sat in the back row, exchanging a quick glance with one of them as they looked back at me for a moment.

I sighed and took out my phone, scrolling for all of thirty seconds before the teacher came in the room and grabbed my phone as he passed by. I bit my tongue, not wanting to get any more detention time than I already had. Shortly after, he took our attendance, and everyone was there but one, someone named Denise.

I sat there already bored as hell, glaring up the clock and then back down at my knuckles, which were slightly bruised and beat up from Bruce's face getting it it's way repeatedly. Probably ten minutes later, someone came into the room, but I didn't turn to look as I kept staring down at my desk, arms folded.

"Are you Denise?" The teacher asked, in an excruciatingly bored tone that made it seem like he currently hated his career and was questioning all his life choices.

"Yes, sorry I'm late," she apologized, her voice unexpectedly silky. Her politeness had a few of the others laughing under their breath, but it caught my attention. My eyes snapped up to watch her as she sat down in the last open seat, which happened to be next to me.

"Just this once," the teacher replied, marking her down. With a nod, she settled into her seat and looked forward.

She had deep brown skin and short brown hair that clouded beautifully around her head in soft-looking curls. The bright green color of her eyes seemed to pop under her dark lashes, and I quickly averted my gaze back down to my desk so that if she looked over at me I wouldn't seem like a creep for staring.

I spared a few more glances as the detention went on, and noticed her twirling a gold ring around her pointer finger each time. When my eyes finally snapped back up to hers, our gazes locked.

A friendly smile found its way onto her lips, and I only let my eyes linger on them for a half a second before snapping them back up to hers. I forced a small smile back, and then the teacher spoke.

"I'm stepping out for a moment, if when I get back any of you are gone, then I'll unmark you as having been here," he told us, voice still monotone, and headed out the door.

"I'm Denise," I heard that same silky voice from earlier speak, and I turned my head to face her. Her teeth were a radiant white as she smiled at me. What- was she literally perfect or something??

"I'm, uh, Jake," I replied, trying to return the smile again in a way that seemed natural.

"Well hi, 'uh Jake'," she chuckled, and I did too before my face could heat up, "what did you to land yourself in here?" Her eyes seemed to be lit up when they locked on mine again.

Slightly embarrassed at the answer, I just shrugged and held my hand up so that she could see my beat-up knuckles. She nodded when she understood, and to my surprise, she smiled again.

"Bruce?" She confirmed, and I nodded. "Good, that guy's an ass," she commented, and it was me who chuckled this time. "Remind me not to get on your bad side, though. I wouldn't want to be him right now," she joked, but my smile faltered.