The Woman at the Bar ➳ Dinah Jane

twenty-eight

DINAH'S POV

Y/N closed the door behind her and kept her eyes averted from me, but I couldn't help watch every move she took to her desk.

"Welcome to detention." I said in a sassy tone.

She didn't reply. She just brought out a notebook and textbook to open them up to begin to write.

"You're not supposed to be doing work in detention." I spoke up.

Y/N glared up at me, "Then I'll fail and drop out. Which one sounds better?"

I got up from my seat and slowly walked over to her desk. I pulled up a chair and sat down beside her.

"What class is this for?"

"Government." Her head moved left and write as she wrote down words on the notebook paper from the text book.

My eyes glanced over to see the words all jumbled up with mix matched letters and sprawled out chicken scratch.

"Can I see one of these?" I asked reaching for the papers.

"No-" She protested but I stole a few and noticed that five of these papers were not in her hand writing.

"Who's are these?" I asked her, trying to decode the familiar writings.

She reached over to grab the pages but I pulled them back, "They're mine. Give them back."

I shook my head, "This is not yours. Who did you get these from?"

"I didn't steal them. These are my papers. Just give them back."

"It may be your notebook paper but it's not your work on the paper." I explained to her but she caught me with my guard down and took the papers out of my hands to stuff them in the back of her notebook.

"Mind your own business, Hansen." She growled, going back to the aggressive work.

"Hey!" I turned her shoulder so she'd have to look at me, "I may be just your teacher now but I still can care and this is cheating."

"No it's not. My friends know I'm barely able to do this by myself."

I just shook my head, and got up to hold my hand out, "Fine then. If you don't want my help, then give me your phone."

"Fuck that." She muttered.

"School policy says I have to take it up. I wasn't going to but you gave me a shitty attitude and now it's my only choice." I responded, feeling the authority pile up in my voice.

She dug in the band of her sweatpants to grab the phone out and put it in my hand. "Now shoo!" Y/N ordered me.

I just shook my head and went back to my desk.

When I sat back down at my desk I couldn't help but mentally slap myself.

I shouldn't have broke it off with her. She obviously knows how to hold a grudge and I haven't seen her be mad at me for this long.

I just wish she wouldn't have fucked anyone else. Hell, I can't talk. I should've told Nela to fuck off as soon as I began having feelings for Y/N.

Y/N's phone buzzed on my desk but she didn't look up from her text book.

My curiousity peaked and my eyes wandered over to the screen.

Camz: I hope you don't mind me laying on your bed. but I wish you were here though ;)

My blood began boiling.

I didn't know how to say it.

My eyes glazed down at my desk, trying to think of the right words to say.