The lunch room was always cold. Why? We live in the desert, shouldn't there be enough heat outside to warm it up at least a small bit. It couldn't be THAT hard. But other than that there wasn't much to complain about, the food was okay... ish. There were enough tables, and that was more than what I could say for the middle school.
My table was nearest the timed-doors. I scanned the lunchroom for Jc, he was sitting alone at the far corner. He was alone? that rarely happened, he practically had a fan club since he was new, and, dare I say.... cute. Now was my chance.
I scooped up my tray of various half-picked-at-snacks and started towards him. Nervousness trailed behind me, what if I messed up?
By the time I was about half way there he found me and grinned.
I plopped down beside him, "thanks for sticking up for us back there." I jerked my thumb behind me, motioning towards Mridangam's room.
He only smiled and looked down at his tray shyly.
"So why did you do it?" I pried.
His expression changed abruptly, "I don't like superiors to think they're better than us, cause their not all of us are equal. and plus it especially bothers me when a pretty girl is involved." His voice held a flirty tone.
The mechanical doors flew open, which meant it was noon. We had only ten minutes until our next class.
"How long are you in detention?" I asked.
"The next two weeks." He answered shortly.
I grinned and got up, a plan was already beginning to come together.
**
A4, last class of the day. Trigonometry was not something I would be missing very much. Mr. Botor would not be that hard to piss off either. Everything was in my favor for this, now I just had to set the bait.
I pulled my hoodie over my head and laid down on my desk. The tardy bell rang and I heard Botor's shoes squeak as he entered the room. He asked for last times homework and began his annual lecture. Today we were learning about quadrivium. After maybe five minutes of pacing about the room and calling on various students, he called me to answer. I remained motionless and waited for the repercussions.
"Sophie." He summoned.
"Sophie, if you continue to bluntly disrespect me and everyone around you I will be forced to send you to detention." He warned.
I stayed still.
**
I trudged into the detention hall, clutching my two-week slip. Which I presented to the attendant at the door, regulating the flow of people in the doors. He nodded and opened the door for me.
The room was full of prissy girls deeply conversing and slacky boys smoking a joint. Was Jc really worth it? Well I hope so, cause these are the people I'm going to have to deal with for the next two weeks. I scanned the faces looking for him, he was in the back, his head in a book.
I tiptoed up to him, squeezing through the groups of rejects. He wore a pair of large frames, his eyebrows were knit together.
I leaned down to his ear, "Are you concentrating?" I yelled slightly.
He jumped backwards his back hitting the wall, almost knocking him out of his seat. I grasped his hand and helped him out of his tumble.
"Sophie!" He grappled me into a tight hug.
"Hey!" I chimed back at him.
"What are you doing here?"
"Um, I didn't do my homework." I joked flashing him my slip.
"Two weeks?" He cocked an eyebrow. "How convenient."
"Don't blame me! I'm not the one who wrote it." I stammered.
"What did you really do?" He questioned.
"Last time I checked this was the detention hall, not the interrogation room!" I tried to change the subject.
"Alright, alright." He backed off.
"I was asleep."
"Asleep?" He busted up. "What class were you in?"
"trig"
"Oh man, I wish I could've seen his face." Jc bent over with laughter.
"So is there any supervision in here or..." I asked.
"Nope. Just the attendant." He replied lightly.
"Really?"
"Yup, I figure dealing with the people In here already is punishment enough, let alone another administrative." he laughed.
"Point taken." I agreed.
"What are you doing after school?" He asked.
I raised one eyebrow.
