It All Started With A Ride

24. Detention & new beginnings pt.2

"Okay, so you guys are here for god knows what" Mr. Banks, the teacher who usually supervises detention clapped his hands together with a sigh, "you guys already know the drill- Hannie and Tyler, tidy up the Gym equipment room-" he lowered his voice teasingly, "ya know, the elementary schoolers left it especially messy Friday" Hannie, a short chubby blonde girl rolled her brown eyes and followed my stupidly happy ex out of the room.

I wondered if that poor girl knew he was looking at her ass-

And she's a Freshman- how much lower could he go?!

I internally groaned, "Ryan and Danielle- Mrs. Rodwell's room"- Mr. Banks kept calling out pairs and the places they were supposed to clean or organize before lunch today.

Eventually, there were four of us left, Me, a black girl named Taylor, a red-head guy Logan, and Layla.

Please don't let me be with Layla, please don't let me be with Layla- I silently prayed, sucking in a breath of air as Mr. Banks said, "Layla and..." he looked at the three of us, "Tabitha" he finished.

Damn it Mr. Banks- what did I ever do to you?! I yelled internally.

I watched Layla let out a small groan while Mr. Banks continued, "Organize the art room- ya know, put certain paints together and all of that-"

I nodded while Layla just walked away, obviously pissed.

If I didn't know why, I'd spend every day of my life wondering what I did for Layla Hanson to hate me as much as she does.

And the answer is, basically nothing.

All I am is a teenage girl who got things Layla wanted that I by the way- didn't.

The walk to the art room- which is a one-story building at the end of the campus, was silent- Layla walked way ahead of me and only stopped because she had the keys to the building.

Other than being a massive bitch towards me- I had learned from the sidelines that Layla was okay.

Today, she had her straight golden blonde hair in a ponytail and a pair of brown sweatpants on with a black T-shirt that said "DOES IT LOOK LIKE I'M A PEOPLE'S PERSON?" on it- which is one of Malaya's favorite shirts she has at home- she wears it during her period and says it's her "comfort shirt"- I can't blame her though.

Even if she did try to kill me when I took said shirt.

Layla was also wearing a gray jacket because it was getting pretty chilly outside.

But me being me, I didn't wear a fucking jacket and left it in my bedroom!

So now I'm freezing.

I wonder what Max is doing today- maybe if I didn't have detention, we would hang out-

Would Maxine Parker even want to hang out with me? I'm sure she had other people she preferred to be around- like Charles or Laney- or, if she wasn't in detention, Layla.

That's probably for the best though since we have a calculus test that I'm going to fail if I don't study.

Layla silently let the two of us in the paint-filled building.

There's no real way to explain Summerville Academy's art building- for one, I don't know the real color of the floors since the paint is mostly the only thing on them. There's a big bookshelf in the entrance of the building filled with old paintings, sculptures, paint buckets, and bottles along with brushes- there's a table filled with drawings and unorganized colored pencils- crayons lay all over the room- some are on the shelf, some on the table- some on the little rainbow armchair in the corner of the room in front of a bunch of canvases.