Detention// 5sos

R u t h

-Ruth Angeles-

"Robin, have you done the homework?" Someone asks running up to me, they were about to give me a hug but I flinch away. Don't touch me, bitch.

My name isn't fûcking Robin.

"I'm Ruth, I don't know where my sister is." I mutter overly pronouncing 'sister' before they ask off I'm related to her or not. I'm fed up of being asked if I'm related to Robin. It's pretty obvious.

"Oops, sorry." They laugh before walking away leaving me standing in the corridor by myself, I can't believe another person has mistaken me for my sister again. I'll admit we look similar but not that identical.

I'm wearing clothes she'd never wear anyway, Robin is girly and I'm emo.

I'm not actually emo but you get the point.

I continue to walk the corridor until my phone buzzes in my pocket, I already know who it is because no one else texts me. That's sad, wow.

From: krabby patty 💘

Who's the dude liking your recent ig photo?

Overprotective best friend alert.

Patrick has been my best friend for a few years now, we've never taken it more than friends and as much as I've always had a crush on him; I'm glad we never dated. Pat just gives this feeling whenever I'm around him, it's like a kind of bad feeling. A bad feeling that I just can't get enough of; he brings out the bad in me and I bring out the good in him. We may seem like the perfect couple but there are things that just make us completely wrong together, he's not my true match. As much as I wish he was, I can't help but agree with my mum on that; Pat's not right for me.

To: krabby patty 💘

I don't get any likes lol

From: krabby patty 💘

Yes you do, Ruth, don't lie

"Ro- Ruth, put your phone away and get to class!" One of the teachers calls down the corridor making me huff but reluctantly throw my phone in my bag. She was about to call me Robin.

Looking around, I realise the corridors are empty. It's just me and the tapping of the teachers shoes against the floor as she stomps away. I deeply sigh before making my way to maths, I'm actually good at maths so it's not my worst subject.

My worst is english.

I'm never going to have to pick out the metaphors of a piece of writing for a job, am I?

I reach the door of maths and casually swing it open, it's not strange for me to be late. It's actually quite common. The teacher got annoyed to start with, but now it's just natural for me to turn up late. If I don't, people think there's something wrong with me.

My twin sister, Robin, is the complete opposite, she'll turn up way too early. It's annoying because we have to wake up even earlier so she can get to school a whole hour before we're even meant to be there. What the actual hell?

"Aye up, here she is." Mr Hunter announces grinning at me as I swing the door shut, Mr Hunter's cool and chill about me turning up late. The other teachers aren't. I send him a thumbs up, walk around the front desk and sit in the middle row; by myself.

No one that normally sits in the middle row is in, they're on the Athletics team so they probably have a competition. I can't believe they'd ditch me like that though, I thought we were friends?

I guess not.

"Loner?" Mr Hunter laughs raising his eyebrows at me, this is why I like Mr Hunter, he's just so chill.

"Maybe." I shrug placing my bag on the chair next to mine, some students in class snicker at Mr Hunter's remark while I just smile. I'm not that offended, someone actually told me that Mr Hunter still lives with his mum. It may be true, it may not.

Half way into the maths lesson; after drawing multiple circles and triangle in the back of my book when I was supposed to be doing algebra, I decided I was done and put my hand up.

"Yeah, Loner Angeles?" Mr Hunter jokes using my nickname that he's always called me, it's not my fault my surname is Angeles. Ever since Mr Hunter found about my surname, he's always called me Los, as in Los Angeles. Once, he called me Lost when I was actually waiting for someone. I place my hand slowly back on the table and clear my throat which I've learnt annoys him.

"Can we do something exciting now, I'm fed up of algebra." I say politely, you may think it's atrocious that I've asked a teacher to let us do fun stuff, but this is Mr Hunter, he enjoys doing fun stuff too.

He's the type of teacher to dance on the table if your phone accidentally goes off and your ringtone is a catchy song.

"By the looks of things, you haven't actually done any algebra, Los." He tsks eyeing my blank page where I had just wrote the title, I look down at the squares on my page. You know the little mini squares on your page that you write in, have you ever wondered how many squares there actually are?

Right now, I am counting them.

"I drawn some circles though, you always tell me I have to work on my area of circles." I shrug flicking back to the last page to show him, to say me and Mr Hunter are friends is an understatement, we're best friends.

He once told me that the other students get jealous because he prefers me over the other pupils, I can't exactly say I blame him.

I'm a cool ass kid.

Ha, joking, I'm the type of person that makes a beat to go along with the microwave when it's heating my food.

Then my sister will come and shout at me to stop banging the saucepans together, she's just jealous I got the beat.

"Hmm good point, Los, I do need you to work on them." He says putting his hand on his chin and concentrating on my work.

"Don't hurt yourself too much." I mutter when he pulls a concentrating face, his eyes flick up to meet mine and a grin grows on his face.

This is why he's my favourite.

"Okay, you can continue with your circles." He nods just as I hear someone sigh in the corner, it's probably just a jealous kid wanting the attention I'm getting.

That's life, bro.

I nod before picking up my compass and placing the pointy side on the paper. I like drawing circles.

After another five minutes of stabbing myself accidentally and measuring circles; I decide to listen into the conversation between the two people behind me.

"What? No." One person says sounding shocked and disappointed, I am now very intrigued to know what's going on.

"Yeah, you dumbass." The other one sighs as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. Now I need to know.

"No no no." The first person says.

"Oh my god, are you stupid?"

"So you're telling me, a thesaurus isn't a type of dinosaur?"

I couldn't even stop the snort that came out my nose, who could be so damn stupid? That's something I'd say for gods sake.

"Are you on crack?" The other guy asks just as I cover my mouth so I don't burst out laughing.

"Do you ever want to turn into a tree to avoid responsibilities?" I ask spinning around in my chair so I could face the two people; a girl and a boy.

"What the fúck?" The boy sighed putting his head in his hands as I high five the girl.

This is how I make friends.

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A/n hey so Ruth might just be my fave. Anyway you guys will see Monroe soon but this is Ruth babe and I luv luv luv her.

Also to everyone reading this fic thank you so so so much you make me very happy and I love you.

~ e & a