Love is a Crime

Chapter 2- Detention

I walk into the brightly lit detention room. There are a few kids scattered around the room and the teacher is seated at a desk at the front of the room. There's quiet chatter because the teacher is asleep.

I take a seat at an empty table and pull my phone out of my pocket. I place it on the table in case my dad calls, which I hope he does.

I'm wringing my hands and staring anxiously at my phone, waiting for the call. The sound of a chair scraping noisily across the floor brings my attention up. Ryan Lithe is taking a seat across from me giving me a smirk. I glare at him and turn my attention back to my phone. Why hasn't he called yet?

Across from me, Ryan tries to make noise with whatever he's doing, like clearing his throat or taking his notebook out. After he dramatically tears what must be the fifth page out of his notebook, I look up at him. He smirks again knowing he's got my attention.

I purse my lips and cross my arms across my chest.

"Is there something I can help you with?" I ask him sarcastically. His smirk turns into a wicked grin.

"She speaks!" He says, raising his arms as if announcing it to a crowd. I frown at him and glance down at my phone.

"Yes I do. Now what do you want?" I ask him, narrowing my eyes. His eyes look mischievous as they bore into mine.

"What are you in for?" He asks, acting as if we're in prison or something. I chuckle slightly and he raises an eyebrow.

"Well it's sad that you don't know because the whole school is talking about it." I say smiling, proud of my prank.

"I watched you set it up." he states. My smile fades and I my jaw clenches.

"Then why'd you ask me what I did?" I ask through gritted teeth. He laughs at me before continuing.

"You're up to so many pranks I didn't know if that was the one you got busted for." He says, lightening the mood. My smile returns and I kick him under the table.

"Whatever." I say looking back down at my phone.

"Hey! Kicking isn't very nice!" He teases me. I mutter another 'whatever' and continue to stare at my phone.

As if on cue, it lights up with an incoming call from Daddy. I let it ring twice before picking it up and hitting the talk button.

"Hey Daddy." I say.

"Don't you 'hey Daddy' me! You are in serious trouble missy. what were you thinking?" He instantly replies, anger made his voice sound edgy.

Trying not to smile I hesitate before replying.

"I don't know."

"You never know, Zoe! You must be thinking something when you decide to spray paint the cafeteria orange or set all the textbooks on fire."

I stifle a laugh as he mentions the time I took every math book I could find and set them on fire in the parking lot. That was four weeks of detention. Daddy stayed home for a month.

"I'm sorry." I pretend to sound on the verge of tears, but really, I couldn't be smiling any wider.

"It's too late for apologies young lady. I have let you off the hook one too many times. I'm done with this crap you pull. When I come home we are going to have a very serious talk!"

I smile wider.

"Okay."

"Good, I have to go know. I'll talk to you when I get home. Bye." he finishes and hangs up.

I put my phone down and smile to myself. I look up at do a double take as I realize that Ryan is still here.

He's giving me an incredulous look. I lean forward in my chair and cross my arms again.

"What?"

"Nothing. Well, no... not nothing. Why were you so happy? I assume someone was scolding you but you were smiling." he says curiously.

"What? Psh... no I wasn't!" I say defensively. But I know he's already on to me. He smirks but doesn't say anything else.

The detention bell rings just then, saving me from further questioning. I leap out of my seat and run out the door, not bothering to say goodbye to Ryan.

Not like it matters, he won't talk to me outside of detention. Speaking of which, why was he in there?

I race out past Principal Saunders's office, past the orange cafeteria (wink wink) and out the front doors.

I can't wait for Daddy to get home to yell at me.

That really doesn't make me sound like a normal teenager.