Not Cliché

7) Detention and Date Night

I stalked into school, Sandra and Ayda on either side of me.

"Hey, so when are you going on the date?" Sandra asked me. She had recently been released by the hospital.

"Mm-mm-m," I hummed.

"You don't know?" Ayda said, having been filled in of our crazy weekend.

"Didn't I just say that?"

"No, you mm'ed it."

"What ever," I replied just as the bell rung.

"Bye!" I called out to them, wiggling my fingers. I leant against the lockers propping my foot against them, crossing my arms. I had on a light gray beanie, a cut out black shirt, showing my blue bra, and ripped skinny jeans. I was practically screaming to be dress coded.

"Heya, Zeya," Alesso called out.

I got up and sauntered over to him.

"Hey," I said, encircling my arms around his neck and pressing against him.

He gulped, and I smirked, pulling away. He grumbled in protest. I had almost ruined my rep by acting all needy of him the other day.

"So, imma pick ya up at 7 at your house today," he murmured in my ear, not asking whether that was okay or not.

"Mmm," I said and kissed his lips.

We started making out against the lockers when someone ahem'ed.

We pulled apart and I looked to the disgusted teacher.

"Yes?" I asked in annoyance. At my tone she looked mad.

"Y'all get to class, you just earned the rest of the school year in detention," she said.

"Great! I haven't been there in forever, I was wondering if I had to start a fight again," I replied snarkily. She just Humphed and walked away.

I sighed, pecked Alesso on the lips and pulled him to my class, making him walk me there like a gentleman.

"Bye," I said and moved to open the door when he grabbed my hand.

"Hey, you made me walk you to class, making me even later to mine. Imma need a form of payment," he demanded teasingly, a glint in his eyes.

"Mm, how bout no, you're supposed to put yo girl before you," I said.

"Wait you my girlfriend?" He asked. I looked down and blushed, he probably thought I was a clingy girl who planned out her marriage with each of her boyfriends or dates.

"I dunno. D'ya want me to be?"

"No. Just kidding! Of course I wanna be bf and gf wichya," he teased then kissed my hands and in a posh accent said, "to your class now mi'lady." and bowed.

I rolled my eyes and walked in, feeling a flutter in my stomach.
We were dating! Officially! I squealed like a hormonal teenage girl, wait I am one. I meant like and overemotional teen girl. School passed slowly and at the end of the day I grabbed my stuff and walked to the detention room.

"Hey Greg," I greeted the teacher monitoring detention. We were on a first name basis.

"Hello Zeya, sign in please. I haven't seen you in forever, I was wondering if you had ditched me," he teased.

"Oh I know, I like to keep you hanging," I said and winked.

"So... what did I you get in here for this time?" he inquired.

"PDA, and tardiness, and talking back to a teacher, and being outta dress code. Ya know, the rebel life right," I asked with sarcasm.

He just laughed and sat at his desk, on his phone. He was young for a teacher only about 28 years old. He had copper hair, dark blue eyes and was pretty handsome, if I do say so myself. Not that I would tap that. I thought shuddering.