𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃, Robin Arellano

5

"Where's your drink?" Bruce asked once you settled next to him, looking around to see if you placed your drink somewhere.

"Line was too long. I'll get one later." You lied, giving him a fake smile.

He nods, grabbing his drink as he offered it to you with a quirked eyebrow.

This time you give him a real smile, snatching the drink and taking a sip.

That was a few days ago.

You were now in Biology class, sitting next to Pinball Vance, as you tried not to breathe in the scent of the deceased frog that was laying in the middle of your guys' desk.

Grimacing, Vance stabs into the frogs stomach, making a somewhat straight line revealing the insides.

He looks at you, before smirking. He lifts the tray that held the frog, putting it dangerously close to your face in a teasing manner.

You shriek, hitting the tray with the frog as it falls to the ground with a loud CLANK, capturing everybody's attention.

The teacher gasped, pushing you guys out of the way as she carefully picked up the dead frog. She examined the frog before turning to look at the two of you— a glare being sent your guys' way.

She picked up the tray, plopping the frog on it as she sighed dramatically. "What if this frog was alive? That's how you guys would treat it? Hm? Hm?" She looked at you and Vance expectantly, her hand on her hip.

Vance snorted, trying his best to not laugh. Which caused you to laugh— it was a dead frog. A alive frog wouldn't even stay still.

The teacher furrowed her eyebrows, a disappointed look on her face. "Since you guys think this is sooo funny-" She walks towards her desk, grabbing a yellow notepad. "The two of you can laugh about this in detention. See class? This is a perfect example of what not to do on lab days! We went over this the first day of school."

She marched back over, practically shoving the detention slips in your guys' hands. "Anyone else think this is funny? Cause I'll be happy to give more detention slips out!" She spoke, waving the notebook in her hand.

-

"This is ALL your fault." You whisper-shouted, walking besides Vance as the two of you made your guys' way to the detention room. The hallway was empty— the only noises were your guys' light steps.

"If I remember, you're the reason the frog was on the ground." He remarked, clenching his fists as he practically pushed you out of the way— making his way into the classroom.

You grumble, stomping behind him into the classroom. You failed to notice the eyes that were on you.

Making your way to the sign in paper, you nearly have a heart attack.

Robin's name was written in his regular sloppy handwriting, the room number he came from next to it.

Vance doesn't notice, scribbling his name under the column that has Robin's name, handing you the pen.

Of course he would have detention.

But why today? Why not any other day? Why not tomorrow? Why not the day before? Why did he always have to get in trouble? Why couldn't he be responsible and make the right choices for once?

Sighing, you write your name down. You give the teacher your slip, staring at your feet as you made your way to the first and closest desk.

20 minutes go by in silence, other students in classroom doing missing assignments are carving random things into the desks as time slowly went by.

You could feel Robin's eyes burning into the back of your head, making you slouch more and more in your chair.

Gosh how bad you wanted to turn around and flip him off.

A sudden note felt on your desk— it wasn't folded neatly and the words OPEN was on the top. Looking around, you lock eyes with Vance who nodded his heads towards you, urging you to open it.

It was a small sketch of the dead frog from earlier, except this time there was no incision. The frogs eyes were 'X's' and it was smiling with it's tongue hanging out.

"You're gonna get us in trouble." You write on the paper next to the sketch, folding it up. You look at the teacher before hesitantly turning around, accidentally making eye contact with Robin as a concerned and a emotion you couldn't quite decipher masked his features. He was sitting in the back corner of the classroom, watching as you and the toughest guy in school... passed notes?

You look away, throwing the folded up paper at Vance before quickly turning back around.

Why are you even making this a big deal? He's your ex, he's in detention. It's totally normal, stop making it a big deal.

But...

He asked you if you and Bruce were dating. What does that even mean? Is he jealous? Does he still like you? Is he just curious? Or is he actually just a nice person who wanted to know how his ex was doing?

But he's not a nice person, he let you get humiliated in the cafeteria. You have every righ—

The note hits the back of your head, causing a quiet laugh to escape Vance's lip as you turn around, scowling. You pick up the note, turning back around.

"We're already in trouble. We have more than a hour left of detention. The teacher is asleep."

"What are you suggesting?" You write down, purposely throwing the paper at his face.

You watch as he writes something down, throwing it back at you. This time, he threw it a few inches away from you, making sure it didn't hit you.

You snatch it, opening it.

"I think we should ditch."

Eyes widening, you look up at him, shaking your head from side to side.

"Come on!" He mouths to you, shrugging as he leans back in his chair. He looks at you expectantly, watching you hesitantly get up before moving into the seat next to his.

"I'm not ditching!" You whisper-shout, throwing the note in his lap. Was he trying to get you in even more trouble? You knew your parents would kill you as soon as you got home.

"It'll be fun. Maybe you can learn to stop being a goody-two shoes all the time."

"Wha— I'm not a goody-two shoes!"

"Then ditch with me."

"Okay— okay! Fine." You give in, a grin being sent your way.

He leans closer to you, "On the count of three, we run out of here. Okay?"

You nod, looking around nervously.

"One."

"...Two."

"..."

"Three!" He gets up, grabbing your forearm as he practically drags you behind him.

The two of you successfully ditch, with one last look from Robin.