Detention (Misha Collins)

Chapter 2

        The day was going by painfully slow as I tried to bear through my boredom and tired emotions. I slowly opened my eyes and gave a sigh, glancing up at the clock. 1:13pm. I let out a grunt and slumped down into my chair. I was uncomfortable and had tried sitting in every possible position.

 5 more minutes.

        I  quickly scribbled down the last remnants of my answer onto my test paper and moments later I rose up from my seat. I grabbed my backpack and slung it onto my back before marching up to the teacher. I sat the paper onto Mr. Jensen's desk, eyeing him wearily. As I turned on my heel, avoiding anyone else who was turning in their work, I made my way to the door. Just as I pushed it open, the bell rang out and I emerged from the room with slight joy. 3rd period was over. I survived another entire class. 1 more class to go, But I still had the small problem of detention, a whole hour of my day being taken away. I sighed, annoyed at the thought. 

LATER THAT DAY-

I exitted my last class, walked up the steps and down the familiar path. I pulled the detention room's door open and was shocked when my face ran into a strong, firm chest. 

holy cow. My notebook that sat lazily under my arm hit the floor with a loud thud and papers that were neatly tucked inside blanketed the ground near our feet. 

        "M-Mr. Collins... I'm sorry..." I quickly kneeled down in front of him,  blushing deeply as I realized I was only blocking his path from the door "Sorry." I sputtered out again, trying to collect all the runaway homework quickly. I was surprised when he suddenly kneeled down too, his soft looking hands swiftly gathering the papers in an instant. 

        "No, my appologies. I should have been watching out." His soft voice sighed. He held out the papers to me and I glanced at them before looking up into his face. I noticed how dangerously close we were as I gazed into his deep blue eyes. "Caprice?" He blinked. I was giddy to know that he remembered my name.

"Oh, my bad!" I quickly grabbed the papers and stood up clumsily, blushing. I stumbled a bit over my own feet and he quickly stood up too and placed a hand on my shoulder to steady me. Raising both his eyebrows, he spoke.

"Are you alright?" 

"Of course, yeah." I chewed on my bottom lip and slid around him, clutching all my papers to my chest. I inhaled a deep breath once I was far away enough. I got settled in a seat and looked up to see Mr. Collins had left the room. I leaned back and growled, angry with how embarrassing and clumsy I am. Minutes later Collins returned and sat down in his chair. I gulped a bit and spoke up after a second "Nobody else coming today?"

"Nope" He popped the 'p' and looked through a stack of papers on his desk.

"Oh. What class do you teach?"

"preCalculus." He replied simply, not looking up.

"Oh." I repeated. There was a long silence. "How long have you been a teacher?" 

"Several years." Another simple reply. I squinted my eyes and blurted out my next question 

"How old are you?" He finally sighed and looked up at me from under his dark, long lashes for a long moment. It made me feel self conscious. 

"I dont think you are suppose to be speaking, Ms. Panetta."  I bit the inside of my cheek and looked down at the table top. I was surprised to discover he remembered my name, let alone my last name. Seeing that I was finally gonna shut up, Collins looked back down to whatever was keeping him busy.

I started on homework, but finished quickly. Long moments had passed by and I had twenty minutes left of detention.

Suddenly something in my peripheral vision moves and I look up. Mr. Collins had gotten up from his chair and moved to the chalk board. He grabbed the eraser and began to wipe off all the writings that were from a class earlier im assuming. I studied him, taking in every gorgeous detail. He is quite a handsome man for a teacher. The light stubble on his face, the bright blue, captivating eyes, and the dark, messy tousled hair. He is breath taking. He seemed like the type who could without a doubt make it in Hollywood if he had tried. 

Then I glance to his body. He is wearing a white button up shirt that shapes his chest in a very approving way, but its only then do i notice the top few buttons are undone. It's such a tease to the eyes that I find myself not wanting to look away. I was almost 100% positive they werent unbuttoned like that earlier when I had came into the room. I slowly let my eyes travel along his neck and upwards until I reach his face again. I feel my heart beat quicken in my chest, and my face turns crimson as I realize hes watching me. But its the smile that gets to me. It wasnt just a friendly 'hi' kind of smile. No. Hes giving me a crooked smirk. and it's then that I realize I have been caught checking him out.