Never let me go

chapter 4 'detention isn't always boring...'

malia's pov

i walk into the cafeteria with hayley and immediately spot Courtney at our usual table. she's sitting by herself, looking around. i chuckle to myself, she look's like a little lost puppy bless her. me and Hayley walk over to the table and sit down. Courtney smiles at us then frowns.

"i heard what happened in your music class Mal, are you okay? what did Mr Collins say?" i smile at the mention of Mr Collins and my heart flutters a little bit.

"i'm fine now thanks. well basically after i ran out of class i started to have a panic attack, he found me and tried to calm me down but nothing he said worked" i smile at the thought of him kissing me. i lean in closer to Hayley and Courtney and lower my voice to a whisper. "so after trying for a bit he straddled my legs and kissed me. it worked, it stopped my breathing and calmed me down. after wards he stood up and said that it was the only way he could think of stopping it and that he was sorry, he want's to see me after school though because i fell asleep in class before everything happened." both girls gasp in shock and squeal with excitement while clapping happily. 

"aww you have a crush!" hayley squeals happily and teasingly. Courtney laughs then her eyes widen.

"ow my god! that was your first kiss!" she yells. i blush and look down to stare at the table and nod.

"yeah it was" i smile to myself and i bring my fingers up to touch my lips again. i lower my hand and lift my head up to look at the,

"listen guys, you can't tell anyone okay? we could get into trouble." they both nod rapidly, immediately agreeing.

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it's officially the end of the day and i have to go to Mr Collins room for detention. i have a feeling this is going to be awkward. i slowly make my way to his classroom. when i reach his door, it's slightly open so i push the door open slowly the rest of the way and poke my head in, spotting him sitting at his desk, packing away his stuff. he has his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing some muscle which almost makes me drool. dam this man will be the death of me. i knock gently on the door, he turns his head to look at me and smiles slightly then motions for me to come in further. i do as he says and walk over to his desk, standing in front of it. he continues to sit down but he stares up at me now. i stand awkwardly while he stares.

"i thought you wasn't coming to be completely honest" he says, his musky tone sending a shiver down my spine. i shrug my shoulder and fiddle my fingers around. he sighs then looks down again.

"well you can take a seat, your detention is for half an hour, in silence" i nod and keep my gaze on the floor, trying to avoid eye contact. i quickly move to my seat that he assigned me and place my bag on the table. i twiddle my thumbs together and stare at the clock that's above the white board. all that can be heard is Sir's heavy breathing, the clock ticking, my thumbs tapping against the desk and his pen writing stuff down on paper.  i sigh to myself, not enjoying the awkward silence, so what do i do? i decide to break the silence.

"so..." he stops writing and looks up at me. i mentally curse myself. if i wanted it not to be awkward i could have came up with something that doesn't make it a lot more awkward. he places his pen down on his desk and stands up, slowly walking over to my desk. i visibly swallow the lump forming in my throat and lean back a bit in my chair when he's standing right in front of my desk and places his hands flat on my desk, leaning forwards on them, holding eye contact with me.

"are you afraid of me Malia?" he ask's slowly and deadly. i can feel my body start to shake lightly. 

"n-no" i stutter nervously. truth be told, i'm not scared, i'm intimidated and nervous. he leans forwards more, so i can feel his breath hitting my face.

"you should be" he whispers slowly. my eyes widen and i immediately shoot up from my desk and walk backwards until i feel my back hit the wall. i keep my eyes strained on his the whole time he slowly walks closer to me. he takes one more step so his body is pressed against mine and he lowers his face next to my ear and breaths against my ear for a second before he pulls away suddenly and starts laughing. he hunches over and grips his stomach because he's laughing so much. i stare at him, completely lost and confused now. after his laughing fit he straightens up and points his finger at me while chuckling.

"y-you should have seen your face" i narrow my eyes at him. he tricked me. bastard. "you actually looked petrified!" he shouts then starts laughing again. i stare at him for a second, my anger rising. once i've had enough i storm past him, making sure to shove his shoulder with mine. i grab my bag off of my desk and angrilly walk towards the door. just as i was about to walk out i feel his hand grip my wrist tightly. i don't look back at him but instead i try pulling my wrist out of his grip but it doesn't work. he pulls me back to look at him, his hand still griping my wrist. he stares at me with a sympathetic look on his face. 

"im sorry" he says. i stare at him for a second before i smirk. i walk closer to him, feeling his grip on my wrist tighten as a precaution. i lean in close to his face. i bring my lips down onto his softly. he closes his eyes so i take that as my advantage. i grip his wrist thats holding onto my arm and twist his arm around, making him fall to his knees. something i learnt from my dad. "fuck..okay i'm sorry. shit let go" i smirk down at him, still holding his wrist. 

"that's for being a dick." i whisper in his ear then walk out. i hold my head up proudly as i walk through the corridors. as soon as i get out of school i start my walk home, feeling proud of myself. that will teach him for messing with me.