i only want you -hawk fanfiction

chapter 2

when the bell rings, you decide to not go back to class and return the hallpass because you know you'll just get into more trouble for taking so long. you grab your sketchbook from your locker, put your lighter back into your shorts pocket, and make your way to the art room for detention. you get to the art room and you realize that your the last one to get into the class. "glad to see you again, y/n" the detention teacher says to you because of how often he sees you from always recieving detention. you roll your eyes and look for a seat, you realise that there is only one seat left. of course next to hawk.

you stand at the door, holding your sketchbook. all eyes are on you. "need me to call your sister per usual Ms. y/n while you take a seat?" you tilt your head up for a half-nod towards the teacher as you make your way to the seat next to hawk. after the teacher is done calling your sister, because your too pour to afford a phone, he starts to talk amongst the students in the class. "since all of you had major behaviorial issues in class today, the teachers all came together to decide the best punsihment for all of you. which is detention for the rest of the semester" everyone huffs and sighs but you and hawk just stare to the front of the classroom. 

"but, there will be an assignment with the person you are sitting next to, which will create a sense on communication with new people." the teacher proceeds to talk, you look over at hawk to see that he is already staring at you. you look back to the front, which hawk stays in the same position, and continue to listen. "the assignment will consist of both of you to create a movie with memories of each other.. and by the end of the year everyone can look at it". the most stupidest assignment you have ever heard. 

"this isnt film class. why do we have to do this shit?" you say with your arms crossed, death staring the teacher. "because, this is a punsihment, which you should be used to by now Ms. y/n" the teacher replies, smacking a ruler against the palm of his hand. you roll your eyes and slam your sketchbook on the desk. "okay, we will have to complete atleast 30 minutes of your movie out of school by tomorrow" the teacher says. "so we have to do this outside of detention! what the fuck is the point!" a random kid with a hood on says from the back of the class. "well im the teacher so it doesnt matter what you guys think of the punishment! you guys are dismissed" the teacher says while shutting off his computer. 

you stand up and take your sketchbook and the lighter out of your pocket and begin to walk while lighting the lighter and running your finger through the flame, like usual. you walk out the door, to your locker to get your black skateboard. after you get your skateboard out of your locker, the locker door shuts before you even touched it. you look up and see hawk leaning on the side of your locker. "why do you always have that lighter?" you pick up the skateboard from the ground "none of your business, go away" you say already sick of the day. 

"well unfortunatly we are partners for this movie assignment for the rest of the year!" you ignore his remarkable comment and continue walking with all of your main things. hawk runs up beside you "i never got to hear your name" hawk says taking your sketchbook out of your hand. "give that back!" you say, dropping the rest of your stuff. hawk holds up the sketchbook above his head, extending his arm to where you cant reach it. hes aoround 6- almost 7 feet tall, while your only aorund 5"3. you jump up, failing at the many attempts to try and grab your sketchbook which holds all of your therapy drawings. because you and your older sister cant afford therapy for your bad habits in cutting your wrists and inner thighs, you cope by drawing out your emotions. there is no way anyone can see those drawings. 

"give it back you cunt!" you say jumping once more, finally grabbing the sketchbook in relief. on the way down, back to the floor, hawk grabs your wrists and pins them against the lockers. he is now hovering over you, with his minty breath brushing agaisnt your shoulders, squeezing your wrists tighter and tighter against the lockers. you look up at his smirking face as he grabs the sketchbook once again while you are distracted. 

this fuking cunt.