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Date or detention? (Kyle X Ava)

Co- Author's Note: Hey guys, helping Miss Sharm with this cute one-shot.

Authors note: XIA DID SO GOOD I GOT MY FEET KICKING!! I came up with the idea of detention in a student council room, the whole punishment and the main plot but Xia overall wrote the whole things and the cute moments!! Hope yall enjoy!

They are 16 in the story!

Ava POV

"Why am I here?" Kyle droned in a dramatically tragic tone as I dragged him toward the student council room.

"For the millionth time, Kyle, you're here because you got in trouble for the third time this week," I snapped. "You need to write down the school rules ten times. Principal Roy said so."

"And unfortunately," I added tightly, "I have to supervise you and make sure you actually do it."

"Okay, fine." He huffed. "But why do I have to do it in the most boring room in school, where all the boring people do boring work?"

I stopped walking and turned slowly.

"Excuse me? I'm the vice president of the student council. Show some respect. We made Popcorn Tuesdays happen."

"I prefer donuts and lollies."

I grabbed his ear and dragged him the rest of the way.

Inside, I flicked on the lights, the air conditioning humming softly. The room felt too quiet. Too small.

"Kyle. Sit."

"What am I, a dog?"

"I'll give you beef jerky."

"I'm sat."

He dropped into the chair—but of course, not properly. He leaned forward over the backrest, arms folded casually, shirt stretching just enough to be distracting.

"Staring at my amazing man boobs?"

"Sit properly," I muttered, as I tried not to crack up.

He turned the chair around obediently, smirking.

"Beef jerky?"

"After you write the rules ten times."

"Scam."

"Write."

He started scribbling. I tried to focus on files, but every time he shifted, my attention snapped back to him.

Minutes later—

"I have finished!"

I snatched the notebook.

'All the school rules down All the school rules down—'

Ten times.

"I even added a bonus one."

I then proceeded to grab a Newspaper to smack him in the head.

"You're just mad I outsmarted it."

I inhaled slowly.

"Kyle Jamil Klimson."

He straightened immediately.

"Write all the school rules down ten times. Properly."

He obeyed this time.

I took my seat in the vice president's chair, crossing one leg over the other, watching him carefully. He was actually writing now, jaw set in concentration.