The Unexpected Journey

Dreadful Detention

Detention. In a weird sort of way I've missed this place. In the first year of school before all my drama I use to always be in Mr Mantons detention room. However after everything that went on last summer, I turned away my old life. Yeah sure, same university, same place but last year and this year I'm a completely different person. Before everything with my family, old boyfriend and my accident happened people use to like me. I wasn't known as the shy girl who doesn't speak. I was known as Miss Popular, social queen, I was the talk of the school. But not now, little miss sit in the corner and watch the world go by. Sometimes I hate that I have no confidence and that I can't speak to most people without wanting to walk away and hide but I guess that's the price to pay. Maybe, just maybe this year I can be a bit more confident. Perhaps going around Europe with my best friend will help. I can only hope. At the moment I have no self confidence, most of the time I want to lock myself up, I think I'm not good enough for anything or anyone. In front of Katy and a few of my "friends" I have to put on the happy mask but all I want to do is go home and cry. Hopefully this will be my year. I thought.

Saying that I hadn't really got off to the best start, detention first lesson back of the year. I approached Mr Manton's classroom, gave in the detention slip and slowly walked to the back of the classroom in the corner where it was dark and I could go unnoticed. Mr Mantons classroom was like any other University classroom but his was more dark and gloomy and I'm sure I could sense death. With a flickering light above my head and the floors that made a high pitch squeak that could give a mouse a run for its money. I sat for fifteen minutes playing with my thumbs and a pen that was already on my desk, I tried to occupy myself the best I could.

Until someone emerged from the double doors at the opposite side of the classroom.

Surely it couldn't be a student, they'd be fifteen minutes late to detention. Turned out it was a student.

I really couldn't tell who it was from the back but his light brown hair sure was sexy as hell!

The student turned around. When he turned around I gasped. It was him. The guy I walked into. The guy who I've been so curious about. The guy with the most perfect body I've ever seen.

I must of lost my breath for about 3 seconds when I caught him staring right at me. His eyes were on me, his deep ocean coloured eyes were pouring into my soul. Wait, what was I saying? I DON'T EVEN KNOW THIS GUYS NAME! Get a grip Chelsea.

After I could force myself to look away I heard footsteps coming towards me. I tried to look down and pretend I was doing something. Shit. Was he coming towards me? I had to look up.

As I slowly raised my head, my gaze caught his. My heart started to race so fast that I was scared it was going to come out of my chest. Once again we were staring at each other. I followed his gaze before he nodded at me, gave me a smirk and slouched on the seat in front of me.

I was frozen there. I was generally sat there, just staring at the back of his head, unable to move. I was so uncomfortable.

Of all the places he could have sat, he chose in front of me. Besides a group of people that sat at the other side of the classroom and a few dotted around, it was empty.

So why near me?

Was he thinking about me, the way I was thinking about him? Surely not.

I'm the blonde, socially-awkward, boring girl. He wouldn't even dream of looking at me.

He was so hot, beautiful hair that you could just tug on, a perfect little stubble and those eyes.

I sighed with contentment.

Shit. Did I really just do that? Once again well done Chelsea. Let's just get caught up in the moment. Wow, my life sucks. He must of heard because he turned around, smirked with those perfect lips, then slowly turned back to face the front again. I'm quite glad; he only turned around and didn't say anything. I didn't really fancy another date in detention with sir. He scared me. With that sir turned and stared daggers straight in my direction. It was like he could read my minds. Could he? Oh god, if he could I'm in for it. Wait, I'm just being paranoid.