(A/N: happy day everyone!!! Sorry for the late chapter I've been hvainf writers block for some time now and it's harder to produce :3 I'll add some playlists and artist that I think y/n should listen to. But it's really up to your imagination!!!!)
POV: y/n's
About six hours passed before I dragged my feet to Mr.Crockers classroom, the walk feeling a lot shorter then before. My mood plummeted to the ground, my day was filled of ups and downs I was drained.
My neck and jaw ached, burning no matter how much I stretched and relaxed my them.
I focused my thoughts on school, my dad and class. My stomach pitting and bursting with joy and a warm feeling misplaced in my heart, I bit my nails nipping at my skin as I shuffled.
Mr.Crocker by all means wasn't a quite man, finding a way to sneak into your conversation and bully his way through it till it was all on him.
He aslo preferred that you talk with him, meaning no nodding and small replies at times.
Luckily I had brought my headphones with me, tucking them under my hair to hide them. Keeping the volume at low to still hear him but not be completely bored.
Sitting down and talking with Mr.Crocker about what i'm going to do came to a blur for me, it was hard to keep my attention and im pretty sure that he asked me to do some work I missed out on.
Which wasn't much, but he didn't really help or explain in detail about the papers. So I had to work without any clue or knowledge of what the hell I was doing,
I grumbled, almost snatching the papers before sitting down at my desk.
Grabbing a pen from my bag and reading the questions and sentences on it to get a hold of what I was working on, which still didn't give me much.
Only just some vague topics and questions listed on the paper and I held myself toghther to not go up to Mr.Crooked and yell in his face, I knew it was parcially not his fault for not remembering to tell me how to the work but it still was a bitch.
Still I tapped my pen against the desk and tried to gather my thoughts to push through the work, knowledge or not.
Carefully I skipped a song, making sure to keep my eyes glued to Crocker. Thankfully he didn't see,
His own eyes pinned to papers, probably grading or looking them over. To occupied in his own work to notice me, which I was also thankful for.
A smile graced my lips, I had a small undertanding of the work but it wasn't a lot.
My teacher was too busy to even care to check up on me, probably already forgot I was there.
And I had a good track of music playing to keep my from going insane, so all together maybe detention won't be so bad.
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I stayed there in the classroom for what felt like hours, I was wrong about Crocker forgetting me.
He in-fact was grading paper, but he noticed I forget to do some work over the quarter. So I might as well "get it done while your here!",
My music during the time slolwy changed from good to bad, my Spotify playing songs differnt from my playlist.
Making it hard to concentrate when each song was new, making me almost stop what I was doing and wnat to check my phone and skip the song.
My jaw and neck pains worsen, now tight and burning.
I had to go to the school bathroom before I went home, getting tight feeling in my chest as I entered the bathroom.
(As If I was expecting him to be standing there, this time hunched over the skin. Giving me the option to speak, to understand what happened. But he wasn't there.)
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Sunflower - Lilleffa x Reader
Roman d'amour-- You were a normal teenage high schooler, getting good grades and being in the background. That was untill you meet Lilleffa, you never expected your life to turn up side down when you meet the most prettiest boy of your dreams. (A/N: reader uses...
