When the World Turns

3. Who's That Girl?

Chapter 3://: Who's That Girl?

Asher's POV

"Mr. Johnson!" I grinned at Mr. Lewis as he said my name. "Yes?"

"Why on earth are you throwing paper airplanes across the room?" He demanded. "Because you said I couldn't throw spitballs," I smirked.

"Detention!" He declared, his face turning bright purple. "Now!"

"Finally," I sighed dramatically and stood up, shoving my chair back. "I get out of hell." The boys whooped and hollered after me and I just shook my head. Everyone knew I was the class clown. It was my job, and detention was like my second home.

Or at least I'd gotten so comfortable there after countless times that it felt like a home.

As soon as I got into the hall, I pulled my phone out. "I think I'll just make a quick stop at the bathroom," I mumbled to myself, heading towards the door and scrolling through Instagram at the same time.

"Whoa!" I crashed into someone coming out and we fell onto the ground. "Hey! Get off of....me."

I swallowed my words as I saw who it was. The most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. For a second, I thought she was an angel. "Ouch," she whimpered.

"Sorry," I apologized immediately. "I must not have been watching where I was going."

"I guess not," she laughed, scrambling off of me. Her cheeks were tinted a faint pink that made me smile. Cute. "Hey," I said, suddenly recognizing her. "Aren't you that girl Tyrone was hitting on in the cafeteria?"

"Yeah," she rolled her eyes. "I thought your voice sounded familiar. Thanks, by the way."

"No problem," I smiled.

"Just one question, why were you going into the girl's bathroom?"

My cheeks heated up and my eyes widened in shock as I looked at the sign of a stick figure wearing a dress. "Oh."

"Maybe you should watch where you're going next time," she grinned and walked away. My eyes followed her down the hallway and I suddenly cursed to myself when she was gone. Stupid! You forgot to ask for her name!

How had I not noticed how beautiful she was when I was saving her from Ty?

"Where was I going again?" I bit my lip, trying to remember. She had completely thrown me off and I didn't remember what I was supposed to do.
"Oh, right," I sighed. "Detention. Again."

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Opening the door, I peeked inside the Detention Hall and spotted a few familiar faces. I wasn't surprised to see Tyrone and took a seat next to him, knowing Mrs. Whittaker didn't care if we talked as long as it didn't interrupt her texting someone from one of her blind dates.

"Hey, man," Ty grinned. "'Sup?" I grinned back. "Nothing much," he sighed. "Same as always."

"Hey," I bit my lip, thinking back to the girl in the hall. "You know that girl you were talking to at lunch the other day?"

"Mhmm. The one you pulled me away from?" He raised an eyebrow and I laughed nervously. "Sorry about that. She just looked uncomfortable."

"Nah," he puffed out some air. "Just playing hard to get."

"What's her name?" I asked, looking at him intently. "Why you wanna know?" He looked at me accusingly and I raised my hands up in surrender. "I just wanna know, Ty. Gosh."

"Her name is D."

"Just D?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "Just the letter?" He rolled his eyes at me and nodded. "Yes, smart one. Just the letter. Her name is D."

"That's original," I chuckled. "It's different."

"Yeah, she's different, too," he crossed his arms. "What do you mean?" I frowned. "She ain't like a bunch of the other ones. She's real. She's smart, and she doesn't want anyone in her pants either." I rolled my eyes at the last comment. "Maybe she just doesn't want you in her pants."

"Shut up, stupid," he swatted me over the head and I laughed. "I'm kidding! I'm kidding! Is she single?" 

"No. No way," he shook his head. "I know you ain't stealing this girl from me. I thought we were homies."

"We are!" I protested. "I'm not taking her! I swear!" He gave me a look and I smiled reassuringly. "Promise?"

"Promise." Damn. If I keep lying like this, I'm going to hell for sure. "Good," he grinned. "Because she is fine." I rolled my eyes at his comment. He said that about every girl he wanted. Even if I did agree with him this time.

"Yeah," I chuckled. "She is." I rested my head on my hand as I realized he was going to start listing. Here we go...

D's POV

That guy almost walking into the girls bathroom was the funniest thing I'd seen all day, even though I did fall on top of him. That was embarrassing.

He was kind of cute, but stupid covers up cute. And almost walking into the wrong bathroom is way beyond stupid. Right? Wait, why am I even worrying about this? He's just a stupid jock that I ran into.

Yeah, a stupid jock that saved you from Tyrone the Terror, my conscience argued. Oh, whatever.

I walked back into the History classroom and took my seat at my table. There weren't really any jocks in PAP classes, which I was thankful for since I took all PAP. Seeing them at lunch and in the halls was enough. I would not be able to stand them in class.

There were cheerleaders, though. Some of them were actually nice, but the rest of them thrived on putting others down. The major cliché was that the Cheer Captain, Jessica Booker, was the meanest of them all.

And unfortunately for me, she sat at my table. Stupid seating charts.

"Who can tell me what document ended the American Revolution?" Mr. Maybin asked, looking around for raised hands. "Ah, yes. Jessica?"

"Actually, Mr. Maybin, I prefer to be called Diamond now," she corrected in a snobby tone.

"Alright, Diamond," he sighed. "What document ended the American Revolution?"

"It was...the Treaty of Paris 1763," she chirped. "Uh...Nope. Not that one. D?" I smiled politely and said, "The Treaty of Paris 1783?"

"That's right," he grinned, winking at me. "Good job."

"Whatever," Jessica rolled her eyes. "Everyone knows you're probably cheating from somewhere, teacher's pet."

"Whatever yourself, Jessica," I rolled my eyes back. "Didn't you hear? It's Diamond now. Not Jessica." I scoffed. "More like Diamond in the rough. Actually, let me rephrase that," I smirked. "Diamond in the gutter."

"At least I don't look like I crawled out of one," she huffed. "Literally, is that where you buy your clothes?" I shot her a glare. There was absolutely nothing wrong with what I was wearing. Right? Does it look bad?

The bell suddenly rang and I stood, grabbing all of my things with the other students. "Later, loser," Diamond (A.K.A. Jessica) humphed, sashaying past me.

I sighed, trying to ignore her comment. It wasn't that hard, considering she took every chance possible to insult me.
Dear Karma, I think there's someone you forgot.