DETENTION // B.E

EIGHT

sage

i sighed as i walked through the halls to get to third block. i had my airpods in, and i was on snapchat, viewing people's stories.

i got to billie's and watched it. "hey, guys. just wanted to let you know, i'm starting a go fund me, so that you guys can help me buy a rolls-royce."

she's such a dumb ass.

i walked into third block. billie was already in there. she had her feet propped up on the desk as she looked at her phone.

"hey." i greeted as i sat in my desk beside her.

"hi, sav." she gave a smile. she tilted her head. "you want some taco bell for next block?"

"i used up the last of my allowance yesterday." i sighed.

"that's not what i asked."

i furrowed my brows a bit. "dude, i'm not letting you buy me food; it's fine."

"i'm offering though; it's obviously fine by me," she snorted. "c'mon, do you? i seriously don't mind."

i narrowed my eyes at her slightly. "why are you being so persistent on it?"

"'cause, i'm tryna be nice. chill," she chuckled. "last chance; do you, or do you not?"

i ran my hand through my hair and messed it up a bit. "fine, sure. i'm gonna pay you back though."

"no, you're not," she shook her head, then pulled a credit card out of her wallet. "i stole my brother's card, so i'm not even using my money."

"so, that's why you were so persistent about it," i snickered. "poor finneas; he didn't do anything to you."

"you remembered his name?" she raised a brow.

"yeah," i shrugged. "i've just got a good memory."

i leaned back in my chair as i looked at her. "is he as annoying as you are?"

"he's hella annoying," she huffed. "and he's weird! he fucking wears boots while laying in bed. who does that shit?!"

"he... wears them in bed?" i blinked at her and she nodded. "gross. i don't even like people sitting on my bed while wearing shoes, the fuck?"

"same," she agreed, then met my eyes. "so, you coming over to work on the project today?"

"nah, i've got shit to do today," i declined. "i will tomorrow though."

"what do you gotta do?" she questioned.

"sleep."

she rolled her eyes. "why can't you just sleep on saturday? i don't wanna do school shit on a saturday, bro."

"'cause i'm tired today."

she let out a groan as she ran her hand down her face. "saturday is not meant for working; it's meant for relaxing."

"if i recall, you said that you always have your house to yourself on saturday's. correct?" i cocked a brow.

"yeah. why?" she furrowed her brows. her lips then turned upwards into a smirk as it hit her. "ohhh, okay. i get it now."

"don't let it get to your head, stupid."

"just admit that you want some more." she continued to smirk as she held eye contact.

"you wish."

she's good, i can't deny it. she doesn't need to know that though.

"whatever," she chuckled. "it's not like you won't be admitting it tomorrow."