"Kurt Ekberg! Just what do you think you're doing?!" The teacher yelled as Kurt suddenly stopped in mid air. The cockroach still in his hand as our poor, frightened classmate shook violently.
"I'm just telling our good ol' friend, Mike here to conquer his fear." Kurt said with a low, mischievous smirk, Aira shook her head in disapproval. But, boy, was she dying to see how well this goes, "Aira Kennedy. Would you please tell your friend to kindly stop?"
"Sure thing, Ma'am." Aira sighed and tapped Kurt's shoulder, "Dude. You gotta stop." Kurt looked at her with his bug, round, ocean blue eyes, "But, I was having fun!" Kurt whined, his strong heavy Swedish accent floating through thick air.
"Yes, I know. But this is the wrong way to have fun. Now, c'mon. Before Ma'am sends you to detention." She sighed and Kurt whined once more, "Class is much more boring than spending time at detention." He mumbled quietly, making Aira chuckle a laugh. Kurt snickered and soon laughed at the top of his lungs.
Makingth teacher fume in anger and eventually receiving 3 hours detention. On their way to detention, they bumped into Ian. Who was placed on the star section for being the most smartest, hottest guy in school.
"Ian? The fuck are you doing going inside detention? This ain't the faculty room, you know?" Kurt pointed out, Ian laughed, "I know. This is the detention. And this is where I'm going."
Both Kurt and Aira's eyes widened I just an instant, "Bro, what happened?" Kurt began to ask once they stood in from of the detention's door. "Well, shit happens when you least expect it." Ian shrugged, as if he'd done it a couple of times.
"You talk as if you're a badass!" Kurt exclaimed and soon they went inside the detention room. After a few hours in detention, they got out.
"So, why are you there at detention?" Kurt began to ask as Aira doze off. Trying so hard to remember.
"Aira?" A voice spoke off a distant, she glance at the man who stood a few feet from her, "Where's Kurt?" She asked, Ian smiled, "He left while you were spacing out." He held out his hand explain his fingers that held out a penny, "Penny for your thoughts?" He smiled.
Aira stood in the same place, frozen. As if this scenario was extremely familiar.
"Aira—"
"I . . ." Ian's eyes turned dark and empty. Knowing what she might say next, but thus hanged his whole mood.
"I want to remember you."
