DETENTION // B.E

SIXTEEN

sage

"bro, i don't wanna go to third block." i groaned.

"didn't you say that icsis is in there?" cleo raised a brow. "just go sit with her."

"we have assigned seats." i huffed.

"damn. well, what's up with you and icsis anyways?" she asked.

"we texted a bit yesterday," i shrugged. "not a lot though, 'cause i slept basically all day. i was exhausted, bro."

"shit, i would be too."

"shut up," i laughed. "but she's pretty cool, i guess. you should've seen her though; she's fine as fuck."

i leaned back in my seat. "you know, with the way billie was staring at us, all pissed off and shit, i'm surprised she didn't do anything."

cleo shrugged. "i dunno, but honestly, don't even give her the time of day. she doesn't need it."

"well, it's not like i can just turn off my feelings," i rolled my eyes. "as much as i would like to."

i ran my hand through my fluffy hair. "anyways, tell me about what happened between you and giovanni at the party."

"like i said, it just happened. we were talking and next thing i knew, we were making out, and then... you know, we fucked." she explained.

"i mean, get it." i snickered.

"i talked to some girl afterwards, and she said something about how he's always playing girls; like, ghosting them after they admit their feelings. i oughta try and make him catch feelings, and do that shit to him." she snorted.

"you definitely should. teach his ass a lesson." i agreed.

"maybe. his cocky ass needs it."

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i stopped as i reached the door for third block. i really don't wanna even see billie today.

i let out a sigh before stepping into the classroom. i spotted billie already in there. she was sitting man-spread, with one of her arms resting on the back of her chair.

she was wearing a white t-shirt, paired with a pair of black shorts. the shorts had 'vuitton' across them, though it was in a gucci print. she had a playboy bunny chain on, then some gold rings and bracelets.

fuck her for always looking so effortlessly hot.

i went and took my seat beside her. she turned to face me.

"sage, we need to—" she started, but i cut her off.

"why are you talking to me?" i asked as i pulled my phone out. "you wanted to be a bitch? well, guess what; i can be one too."

"listen, i—"

"i don't care."

"you're so fucking stubborn, you know that?" she questioned.

i just ignored her as i opened imessages.

iMessages
icy :)

hey

hi
wassup?

i'm bored asl
i just wanna take a nap tbh

did you sleep well enough last night?

yeah ig
i'm just always tired🧍‍♀️