The Art of Love

Chapter 2|Detention-ator-inator

You know how it feels when the only sound you hear is just the slow ticking and tocking of the clock which is really creepy, only if it's when you're talking about horror movies. But right now, all I feel is absolutely boredom.

Bored because I've been here for almost thirty minutes and nothing is actually happening. All I did was watch this lazy, grumpy and fat teacher sleeping on her desk, which is kind of wet from her saliva. Gross.

Something popped inside my head and I felt like there's a lightbulb flickering above my head.

I grabbed my sharpie from my —still wet backpack and started scribbling on something. I have never done something like this in my entire life, so help me God.

The name of this teacher plastered on a wooden platform which, only seconds ago, read "Olivia Dice" and now it reads "Olivia Dick" with an awkward 'k' hanging on the end. I will be so dead to be honest.

And I regretted it immediately, too.

I was in the middle of figuring out how to get away with this but the door of the detention suddenly open.

I wasn't so shocked when Blake Johnson came in. He's the typical notorious bad boy of the school, dressed in a typical black leather jacket and combat boots. Yeah, so typical.

But my eyes went wide and my jaw almost dropped on the floor when I saw him, yes the 'him' is Reed Fitsch waltzed in, following Blake with a frown on his forehead. What's up today? Ain't the world so kind to me right now?

He looks so perfect standing there— no that's a song, let's start again. How could someone be so perfect without even trying? I mean some people are trying really hard to dress up, or wear a lot of make up which they ended up looking ridiculously awful. But Reed, he's an exception of all the words connected to the essence of ugliness.

I must be looking like a tomato right now. An awkard tomato to be exact.

They caught me staring at both of them which I find it really awkward because they actually stared back. If someone enters the room right this very moment, they might actually  think we're having a staring contest.

I  fiddled with my plastic ring on my left index finger and tried to look away but before I could, a smirk found it's way to Blake's face.

"Well isn't this quite an episode of Good Girl's Gone Bad?" Blake said while making his way over to an empty seat next to me. I wanna wipe that smirk off his face by slapping him. Since when have I become so violent?

Since you've been sent to detention, which is now—since this is your first time. It's a nice first Indigo, look at these two gorgeous guys you are with. You might not wanna get out of—— enough, I'm not having these thoughts right now, not at these times.

He chuckled when he noticed me squirm underneath his eyes and solid built, not only him though but with the death glare the boy across from us is giving both Blake and I. Blake sat down next to me. He leaned in to whisper something to my ear.

I just kept quiet. I can feel my palms sweating right now. I'm not so good on my social status —which is why I feel so unconfident and nervous when it comes to talking to people, gorgeous people in fact— that if I open my mouth, I might blurt something out with my squeaky voice without even thinking. That would be really embarrassing.

"Lover boy got into trouble when someone told him that a certain lover girl has liked him for a long time and was so into him like an obsessed fangirl," He whispered while looking at Reed through the corner of his eyes. I followed his gaze and saw how pissed Reed was.

But then I realized something.

I gulped at Blake's words.

He's so talking about me right now, he's so so talking about me right now.

"You're secret's out, lover girl" He finished and leaned back on his chair.

You're so stupid Indigo.