detention ; ogoc

chapter two

kari's pov

it was the next day, meaning that at any time today, the alexander boys will arrive and try to seduce every single girl in this school.

"i don't understand why you're trying so hard for them," i said as i tied the top half of my hair with a black and white ribbon.

chantelle was currently in the mirror applying masses of make-up, since that was the only way that any one could impress the boys since we're stuck with this uniform.

"why aren't you against this like the rest of us?" i asked her.

"i am," chantelle replied. "the alexander boys are pigs but, i dunno. i just want to try and have fun. we're stuck in this prison with just girls and i'm not planning on ending my school year as a lesbian".

"you shouldn't let boys make you feel like you have to dress up for them, especially not alexander boys" ava expressed as she sat on her bed, pulling up her socks.

"i'm really not in the mood for your feminist speech, ava. ok, how do i look?" chantelle whipped around and showed us her made up face and her shirt unbuttoned to reveal some cleavage.

"yeah, mr pervy patterson will definitely love that" meredith said, referring to one of the male teachers, who we all believe is here just to perv on the students.

chantelle rolled her eyes. "i'm talking about for the alexander boys" she struck a small pose with her hand on her hip and flipped her hair over her shoulder, still waiting for our opinion.

"you are honestly unbelievable" ava chuckled then focused on brushing her hair.

"can you guys atleast apply some foundation and mascara? please, for me? you won't regret it when the alexander boys are falling at your feet" chantelle begged.

she's always been a really good beggar, so saying no to her is incredibly hard.

"make up isn't really my thing" meredith shook her head, showing off her quite shy persona.

"a school full of fuckboys isn't my thing" ava added.

"girls come on, pleaseeeee" chantelle longed out, dropping her lip and cupping her hands together. "kari, can you at least agree, being my best friend and all?.

"...fine," i eventually responded, rumaging through my stuff to find my make up since i haven't bothered to wear any in so long.

***

"who can tell me how many plays shakespeare wrote?" our english teacher called out to the class. "anyone?...no one?"

"guys, guys, look! they're here" chantelle announced since we were both sat near the window.

the entire class rushed over like wild bears to see three coaches pull up. once they stopped, the doors opened and a great amount of testosterone walked out.

they all wore the same white school shirts with dark green ties, but different shoes and different bottoms, such as ripped jeans or khakis or shorts with sneakers.

i'm guessing the shirts were the only thing that the school could actually get them to agree to wear.

the alexander boys began winking, whistling, biting their lips and nudging their friends to put their attention on certain girls. but that probably wasn't the best idea since girls started arguing over who they were actually talking about.