Hate To Love You

5

~🌹Elora🌹~

Even after I'd spent more than half of my detention time mulling over the unexpected fact that he was the owner's son, it made zero sense to me.

Usually the owners of schools like Avilla high made sure to raise their children to act more sophisticated than how the jerk had acted on my first day.

I couldn't help but wonder the back story that elicited such a less then stellar behaviour from someone people would usually expect more from.

Eventually, I sighed crossing that fact out of my mind, choosing to find something else to quell my boredom.
Phones weren't allowed in detention I'd very quickly come to find out the previous day so that wasn't even an option.

My eyes wandered, finally settling on people watching. I observed everyone who was in the same classroom.
They all looked like they would soon loose their sanity just sitting and doing practically nothing which wasn't fun for me either so my eye landed on the teacher who was still fuming, murmuring profanities beneath his breath and glaring pointedly at the boy whose head remained on the table not giving him the time of day.

The almost comical situation made me giggle. That wouldn't have been a problem if not for the fact that my giggle was heard clearly by everyone in the near pin drop silence that previously enveloped the classroom.

The teacher's eyes found me and I shrunk in my seat trying to make myself less visible to his fury filled and contradictory amused eyes of the students present.

"Care to tell the class what seems to amuse you miss Andrews. Perhaps we might find it just as amusing as you did." The teacher said ignoring my attempt at making myself invisible.

I remained silent, knowing for a fact that it would amuse the students and enrage him, which was something I definitely was not aiming for.

The prolonged seconds of silence only seemed to fuel his fury. "An added day of detention for the insolent behaviour" he said and although I remained silent, I couldn't help regret not speaking.

An added day or two of detention for an offence was much better than one for doing practically nothing but avoiding punishment in the first place.

For the last few minutes of detention, I keep getting curious glances and hearing whispers containing my surname from the students which made me feel awkward.
By the end of the whole ordeal, I hurriedly extracted my self from the classroom, finding my way to my car.

My body visibly relaxed once I was in the weird comfort of my car and hidden away from prying eyes of the students. I tossed my backpack on the passenger seat, connecting my phone to the car's speaker and listening to my favourite playlist.

The distance between the school and my house wasn't all that much or little either and it didn't take me up to 20 minutes to get home while driving.

A little while into the drive home, the familiar sound of my ringtone sounded in the entire car.

I glanced at the caller ID and my body tensed up not expecting the phone call. Especially not from whom it was.

I was having a hard time deciding on whether to pick up the phone call or not.

In the few seconds I'd been contemplating it, the car suddenly became silent and I heaved a silent sigh, relieved I didn't have to do anything.

The slight, barely noticeable tremor that ran down my body as I walked was a reminder of the phone call.

Logically, I shouldn't feel this way, yet I did. And for someone I should be close to. Someone who was supposed to provide me motherly loved I needed and still need.