Daydream // WIP

Chapter 2 - Detention

Jake – August 28, 1:43PM

"Ugh." I groan as Ms. Layla discusses the school rules to us. We were having an orientation for the first day of school. I shouldn't have come; I know these rules like the back of my hand.

Besides, the students don't follow most of them.

"Yes Mr. Adams? Do you have anything to say?" Ms. Layla calls me, gesturing for me to stand up.

"No." I say.

I looked around, seeing my classmates look at me.

"Alright-" She turns around. Before she can turn fully, I speak up. "I have...a question." Just a small question, it won't hurt.

Her eyebrows rise. "Hm. Ask away."

"So, why do we have to learn these rules again?"

"What do you mean Jake?"

"We've been here for—what? Our whole high school life? Don't you guys have separate orientations for the new students? We know the rules." I asked, Ms. Layla smirked.

"That's true. Ms. Layla, I think this orientation is unnecessary for us seniors." A girl from the class spoke from beside me.

I looked at her and realized it was Becky Hudson.

I scoff. In all my years here in Eureka, she's been after me. I don't know why she just doesn't give up. I don't like her. She told me she doesn't want to give up because we have this "slow burn" trope.

"Since you seem to know so much about the school rules, tell me the five main rules we base our other rules on. Hm?" Ms. Layla asks me.

I look at her dumfounded. I honestly had no idea what the rules even were, I was just trying to leave the classroom.

"I know!" Becky raises her hand.

"Look at you American Boy. Your girlfriend's supporting you." I hear an annoying English accent from my left. I look over at the boy who spoke, seeing him irritatingly smirk. He was blonde and he sat confidently on his seat with his feet on his table.

That blonde jerk is Grant Branson. House Magnus' golden child. His dad's filthy rich, that's probably why he doesn't have a personality trait other than rich bell-end.

"She's not my girlfriend." I say, glaring at his beady little eyes. My vision was going dark, I was so aggravated.

First, Ms. Layla puts me on the spot, I somehow decide to be "woke" about school rules, Becky tries 'supporting' me and now Grant calls her my girlfriend!?

I still can't believe the girls at school talk about me. Am I really that attractive? I literally embarrassed myself and I still hear whispers behind me about how what I did was hot and cool.

Are they this blind!?

I'm just some boy who wants to leave this hell of a boarding school. Mom and Dad put me here as punishment because I was being 'bad'.

Well, it was mostly my fault that Kai and I almost got expelled back at my old elementary school. But four years of boarding school until I graduate as punishment? I think that's too much. My parents are kinda wealthy, why couldn't they have just home schooled me instead?

I mean, at least I could fake my progress of becoming disciplined while I still get to hang out with Kai and Hailey.

Wink, Wink. *Elbow nudge*

But nope. I was sent to another country.

I miss it back in Connecticut. I miss my friends; I just want things to be like how they used to be. I don't like being stuck here with posh Englishmen who drink tea and talk about their fame and money. They're just lucky I'm trying to be nice to get back home. I would've already set the whole place ablaze if I had the chance.