Don't Go

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"CLAY SMILES, ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING!?" An annoying voice shrieked. Ah, Mrs. Jones, aka, the bitchiest teacher on Earth.

I zoned out and now I have this annoying lady in my face, "Sorry, I zoned out, what were we talking about again?" I asked innocently.

She gave me a nastly look, "Detention." She snarled. She whipped around with a grunt and walked back to the desk. I could feel the whole class staring at me, but I could care less. This happens at least three- no five times a day. I've gotten used to it. Besides, I like the attention.

My friend Sapnap, who sat next to me, snickered and elbowed my torso with a smirk. I shot him a sharp glare, shutting him up. "Someone's in trouble..." I heard a voice behind me, Technoblade. Techno and I have always been so competitive against each other, but we are still amazing friends despite our competition.

I sighed, "You owe Mrs. Jones at least 10 detentions, which you never showed up to, this month. You have no right to talk." I teased quietly. Techno huffed and sat back in his seat, giving up, a rare occurrence.

*RING RING*

The bell, and lucky for me, I have detention... right now, this was my last class. I rolled my eyes and stopped packing up my bag. "Clay, you will sit at your desk for the next 90 minutes, no homework, phone, nothing." Mrs. Jones sneered, obviously enjoying this.

But thanks to my ADHD superpowers, I can just zone out and imagine myself in another universe that I would rather be in. Boom, time to have fun in my thoughts.

I nodded and sat back down on the hard seat, my eyes immediately glazing over as I detached myself from reality and sent myself into that alternate universe.

Mrs. Jones probably saw that I was already completely zoned out, "CLAY, stop zoning out and think about what you have done, another student should be joining in a minute, no talking to him whatsoever," She scolded, "I will be leaving after he comes in, if you even try to do anything, detention for the week." She threatened in her obnoxious voice.

Just as I was about to shoot back a rude remark before the door burst open and a boy practically tripped over his own feet as he entered. He must have been running because he put his hands on his knees and bent over, catching his breath in large gasps.

Mrs. Jones eyed him, unimpressed at his dramatic entrance, "Take a seat, you will be here with Clay for 90 minutes, no talking, DRAWING," She raised her voice, "homework, studying, nothing, sit at the desk in silence, I will be leaving now, no funny business or detention for a week."

The boy nodded and watched as she left the room, her heels clicking as she walked.

The boy looked at me for a quick second, making powerful eye contact then breaking it. I felt as if sparks shot through my body, but that was short lived.

He walked to a seat and sat down, making an, "oof," sound in the process. He may have broken eye contact, but that didn't mean that I was going to stop observing him.

The boy had fluffy brown hair that seemed to bounce as he walked, kind of like my hair, but mine was a dirty blond color. He had a light blue sweatshirt and black jeans. The boy seemed to not be much of a talker, but he looked nice so I thought it would be nice to approach him sometime in these boring 90 minutes.

He pulled out a giant book and started reading, he didn't look like the type to go against the rules, I wonder what he was in detention for.

I got up and out of my seat and sat backwards at the desk in front of the boy.

He noticed me, but chose to ignore it, I wasn't giving up that easily.

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