"Sorry Wrong Window."

Detention, Stroopwaffels, and Dates

Tobias Dean

Apparently, I had been late to one too many classes because now I'm sitting in detention. I prop my feet on the desk in front of me and stare at the bored. There are a few other kids but it doesn't start for another few minutes so more are bound to come. Speak of the devil, two people walk in. I look up and it's Oliver and Benjamin.

"Princess," I question, "Why are you here?"

"This dingbat decided he wanted to talk in the middle of class," He says gesturing at his friend.

The teacher sitting at the front of the class looks irked at us, but he can't stop us from talking until detention starts.

Oliver pouts and frowns down at him, "It was important,"

"Okay then what was it," He turns a fixed gaze on Oliver.

He opens his bag and riffles through it only to pull out a bag of stroopwafels. Benjamin stares at them for a moment before snatching them out of his hand.

"You're forgiven," He says before shoving one in his mouth.

"I know," He hums.

He grabs another pack from his bag and opens it before handing me one of the two waffles reluctantly. He holds out a hand and I grasp it in a firm handshake. He pulls me into one of those bro hugs which doesn't feel like him until he whispers in my ear.

"If you ever piss him off use stroopwafels,"

Honestly, I would have thought he'd whisper something meaner, but no it's how to get an angry Ben off my back. I nod respectfully towards him.

They take their seats just as the teacher at the front of the room's alarm goes off signaling the start of detention.

"Everyone put your phone in the box," He gestures to a clear box at the front of the room and the entire class reluctantly places their phones in the box, even Ben's dinosaur of a phone.

"You will be released at six until then, you may read, do your homework or sleep but I won't wake you up," With that, the teacher sits back at the front and watches us.

'Princess," I whisper, "Princess,"

He turns his glare on me, "I swear if you don't stop calling me that i'm going to chop off your balls."

"Can I have a pencil?"

He throws a pen at me and it hits me square in the forehead.

I didn't even need it. I'm not going to do my homework. I spin the pen letting the ink rattle in the pen. Ben inhales deeply, he holds out his hand to get it returned and I hand it to him. After a little bit of clicking the pen is returned to me, well kind of...

He had removed the entire outside of the pen returning to me only the ink, the tip, and the bottom of the pen.

He lays his head down on the desk and tries to sleep.

Eventually, he succeeds because a soft snore escapes him quietly. It's probably a good thing with how little he slept last night and him going on a date tonight- that ruined my whole mood.

He doesn't even want to go, he's only going because I said no. I'm watching Ben sleep and somewhere in the deep dark depths of my brain I know that's weird, but I can't seem to tear my eyes away. He shifts his head to face me, further enthralling me.

I try to look away by looking at the desk which is covered in dicks and Instagram handles, it's not nearly as interesting as watching his black hair float up and down with his breath.

I quickly start to wish I still had my phone to distract me but it sits untouchable at the front of the room. I eventually succumb to it and watch him sleep and take in his relaxed features. His eyelashes cast a shadow on his upper cheeks. The room is comfortably warm and it shows on him, his cheeks have a rosy glow. My eyes soon drop down to his lips, the down-turned lips are chapped.