Teach Me How to Be Bad

Chapter 4

Okay so quick note, I picked Avril Lavigne for Katie. But like I said, feel free to imagine who ever you want because that's what I do with other stories anyways!
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Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.

My hands are shaking and I'm practically sweating a river as I make my way to room 213, today's room for detention. I come to a halt in front of the door. My stomach is full of a million butterflies, flying around. You know what, forget that, my stomach is full of dragons breathing fire all over my insides. If only that were true, and I could die my painful, deserving death, and be saved from my hour of upcoming humiliation.

After contemplating actually opening the door, or making a break for Canada, I decide to live up to my mistake, if you want to call my rant a mistake. In all honesty, I didn't think I was that out of line. I mean sure I was a little sassy, but what teenager isn't sometimes?

As I walk into the class, all eyes turn towards me. A few burn outs and random students fill the room. A teacher I've never heard of by the name of 'Mr. Turner', is sitting at the desk, looking at me expectantly.

Before I have a chance to speak, a voice interrupts me. "You are in the wrong place." Of coarse Grayson is in detention. He probably got into a fight, or was caught making out with some random bimbo in the library again. Yeah, again.

"This is detention, right?" I squeak, very mouse-like I might add.

Mr. Turner replies a few seconds after. "Yes sweet heart, what is your name so I can mark you off on the list?"

Wow, he actually seems really nice. You don't find teachers like him too often.

"Jane Stevens" I mumble politely as I make my way to a desk.

"Okay, thank you. You can have a seat. Feel free to work on homework." Mr. Turner says before turning back to the computer.

I sit for a few minutes before my boredom sets in. I decide to take out my notepad and practice my sketches. I start with a small and delicate hand. Then, I draw the hand beginning to fade into feathers. The feathers then begin to gather farther up the page into a bird. I'm not sure where the sudden inspiration was coming from, but my picture was actually turning out pretty cool. I went back and added some value by shading. My hand began to ache, so I set my pencil down, and stared at my paper.

Suddenly, I felt a presence behind me. I turned my head to see Grayson peeking over my shoulder. I hadn't even heard the sneaky little bastard walk over here.

"Can I help you?" I speak in a surprisingly clear and audible voice.

"Yeah two things. I came over here to first find out what the hell a girl like you in doing in detention. Second, I wanted to tell you that your drawing is very good. I didn't know were so good at it."

Stunned at the friendly tone and manner in which he spoke to me, I blinked a few times wondering if he was actually talking to me.

"You speak English, right?" Grayson asked me after not responding for a while.

"Uh-yeah.. I just... Thanks." I blurted out. Way to be cool and collected, Jane.

To my utter most surprise, he lets out a chuckle. I didn't think he knew how to laugh. I've always seen him walking through the halls, and keeping to himself. Of coarse, he had friends, but he seemed like the person who is content with being alone. Regardless of his anti-social behaviors, the girls still fawned over him like he was some celebrity. I mean, yeah he is good looking, but he isn't that hot.