The Unobtainable Bad Boy

Chapter 6|Detention

And if she's learned anything, it's this: one sided expectations can mentally destroy you, it can make you weak, and break you into tiny pieces without you realising it. It can lower your self-esteem and it can cause you to doubt everything about yourself. You'll spend your time wondering, over thinking, maybe it's you; maybe your not pretty enough, or smart enough, or funny enough. It can make you feel as though no matter how many words they are, it'll never be enough. And if she learned anything, it's this: don't get too attached to someone, because one sided expectations can mentally destroy you... without you even realizing it.

-taken from @thoughts_unwritten instagram.

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Everyone hates Mondays.

It's not even arguable, it's just a known fact. Everyone. Hates. Mondays.

Especially high school students.

Especially me.

"Miss Summers!"

I jumped in my seat and my eyes immediately fly open at the sound of Mr. Jacobs' voice. I glanced around and took in my laughing classmates and of course an amused Kayla.

I'm still mad at her.

"Miss Summers?"

I peeked up at my History teacher and inwardly cringed at the fury that blinded his vision. I was so dead.

"Yes Sir?"

"Care to explain why you're drooling all over your desk in the middle of my class?"

"I'm sorry Sir,  It won't happen again."

Drooling? I awkwardly reach up a hand and whipe at the side of my mouth, where there was no drool, so he's basically lying.

"It better not Hazel, or you'll be drooling all the way to detention next time."

"Yes Sir."

I drop my head down in embarrassment and shoot Asher a glare when he makes it known that he's laughing at me, and trust me if Asher laughs, you better believe the entire class will start laughing too.

Fucking idiot.

"Shut up will you," I mumble out at him as the rest of the class join in. Hell, even Mr.Jacobs seems to be holding back a laugh.

Asher - who somehow managed to get himself in a seat next to mine - reaches out and hands me a napkin. I stare at him incredulously.

"You got a little drool on your chin."

That's it Asher, you're a dead man walking.

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I'm supposed to meet Kayla for lunch seeing as how we've been sitting together for say I don't..MY ENTIRE HIGH SCHOOL YEARS!

But what I end up meeting when I walk into the school lunch room, isn't my delusional best friend at our usual table in the back. Instead I'm greeted by a cafeteria of silence and all heads on the center table where Kayla is currently ogling the "unobtainables."

Now I to slowly back up my steps and get out of the room without being noticed. There was no way I was gonna be sitting with those five idiots and yes I did just refer to my nest friend as an idiot. Can you blame me?

I spin on my heels and make to power walk the hell away from the massive arrow pointing and attention at that table, but I'm guessing someone has a different idea.

"Hey Hazel!" Asher calls out and I try my absoulte best to ignore him but it's a little hard when something slippery hits my back.

He better not have..

"You got a little something on your shirt there."

He did.

I don't know how it happened but the next thing I know my lunch is flying across the room to hit Asher right on the face and the rest of the student body decides it's a great time for a food fight.

He whipes his face, grabs Donte's plate of spaghetti and comes walking over to me slowly.

"Asher don't!"

To my surprise he stops mid-air and stands still staring behind me. This can't be good. I turn around and come cace to face with Principal Jenkins, a chubby bald head man in is late forties and his detention slips ready.

He gives me an unimpressed look after I smile innocently up at him and pushes the pink detention slip in my face. So much for going home early.

"Sir this isn't even my fault! Asher's the one who started it." I plead for a way out throwing Asher under the bus. Hey all man for themselves.

"I don't care who started it, you two are the only ones I saw so here you go Asher." Principal Jenkins exaggerates and hands a detention slip to Asher who seemed to have been calm before that.

"But Sir come on."

Asher looks at the paper in disbelief, probably shocked he's not getting off the hook.  I throw a teasing grin at him and he glares back.

Principal Jenkins shakes his head and pushes the paper further into Asher's hands. "You're lucky it's not a suspension."

With that he turns around and leaves the cafeteria and the janitors step in to clean up the mess ASHER caused.

"This is all your fault!."

He scoffs and begins to walk away but not before saying how I could have just sat and ate lunch with them in the first place.

"See you in detention." He bids salute and heads back to his table.

"Oh Fuck off!" I huff out and storm outside the cafeteria with Asher's laugh in my ears.

I hate him.