My Not So Happily Ever After

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

As if to prove that teachers could do whatever they wanted I walked into detention to find Mr Hyman's feet balanced on top of the table. I was taken back at how unfair double standards are."So what should I have you do today then?"

Still immersed in the book he'd assigned the class he didn't even bother to look at me as he flicked his hands towards the rows of empty desks. "At the front, I prefer not to yell when there are only two of you."

Two?

Never before has anyone else ever had detention at school apart from me, the teachers were so lenient. But I just liked to see how far I could push them.

"The two of us?" I looked around the room to make sure it was only me and him, as my eyes scanned every single seat it confirmed what I'd feared. Mr Hyman had finally lost it. "Um there's only me and you?"

"And Adam." He finally looked up from the book. "Seems like you've found yourself a detention buddy."

The new boy? What could he have possibly done that would have earned a detention on his first day? It could explain why this was the sixth school he'd been to this year though.

Seeing as I was already in detention, and if they expelled me I wouldn't be bothered, I decided to take a seat right at the back of the classroom. Propping my feet up on the table while searching in my bag for my Ipod.

"Sorry I'm late sir, no one actually told me where detention was."

Probably because no one else actually knows, I thought.

I didn't bother to look up from my Ipod as I pushed my earphones in and raised the volume so their voices where only a murmur in the background compared to the volume of Zombie by The Pretty Reckless.

"I'm not listening to you

I am wandering right through existence

With no purpose and no drive

'cause in the end we're all alive, alive

Two thousand years I've been awa-"

"And I thought I told you to sit at the front." Mr Hyman yelled, making me jump slightly, knocking my earphones out.

"But why sit at the front when I can sit at the back?" I question while pausing my Ipod and slipping it back in my bag, I could feel two sets of eyes burning into my head. As I turned to look at my 'detention buddy' I saw a look of absolute shock.

"You can't talk to people like that!" He scoffed, looking slightly taken aback.

"Like what?" I tried to act all innocent, leaning forward on my desk and resting my chin on my hands while attempting to widen my eyes.

Mr Hyman chuckled slightly in the background, knowing exactly what I was doing, but allowing it to happen anyway.

"With such a lack of respect." He spoke as if it should be perfectly obvious.

"Lack of respect, huh?" I leaned even further forward in my chair, to try and make it look like he had my whole attention. "Tell me, what did you do that landed you in detention?"

His cheeks turned a shade of red as he immediately looked down and mumbled, "I went to the toilet."

"What?" It came out as a yell due to the fact that going to the toilet could not possibly warrant detention, and that this boy who'd scolded me for lack of respect just lied extremely badly.

"I walked out of the classroom, to go to the toilet and the teacher yelled at me for not asking permission and getting a bathroom pass, she then started on a lecture about manners and -" He paled instantly as if he didn't want to go on.

"Hmm?" I raise an eyebrow encouraging him to continue.

"And lack of respect." He mumbled.

I couldn't stop myself from laughing, "Are you kidding me? Mr High and Might is in detention for lack of respect!"

"That's enough getting to know each other." Mr Hyman stood up, interrupting my laughing fit, by scraping the legs of the chair against the floor. "Now I hear there's a bathroom that needs to be cleaned, Rose I'm sure you know where the equipment is by now, why don't you show Adam where it is." He smiled devilishly, as he knew it was the last thingI'd ever want to do.

I grabbed my bag and proceded with the familiar action of throwing it over my shoulder while walking out of the room, all the while aware of the sound of footsteps trying to keep up with my long strides.

I'm 5 ft 8, which isn't really that tall, but when you live in the land of midgets and you like to where heels all the time, it'll make you stand out like a giant.

 "Hey." I felt a slightly clammy hand grab onto my bare shoulder. "Do you think you could slow down a bit? I'm still new here, so I don't know my way around."

I shrugged my shoulders slightly, shaking his hand of and slowing down my pace a margin as we reached the supply closet.

It was your bog standard supply closet, sawdust for covering up vomit, chemicals for removing graffiti, mops for the corridor, hovers for the carpets and finally scrubbing brushes for the toilets.

"How do you know which toilet it is anyway?" Adam asked as I turned around to hand him a well used sponge.

"Because I'm the reason it needs to be clean." I say while winking.

"Really, you could have clogged the toilets, let the sinks over run, but no, you had to teepee the boys toilets?" Adam moaned for what seemed like the tenth time as he attempted to reach another piece of loo roll.

"If it's an consolation, I did draw on the mirror in lippy so people could appreciate my amazing work." I leisurely pick up another piece of loo roll of the floor and place it in the big black bin bag as a brush hit me square in the back.

"There you can rub off your 'amazing work', if you're so proud of it."

I picked up the sponge and proceeded towards the sinks, sighing at the thought of washing away such a master piece:

'Haterz gonna Hate'

I know it's not exactly scandalous, but at my school even getting up from your desk without permission can result in a detention.

So basically, I'm a bad ass.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" I roll my eyes at the terrible conversation starter.

"Sure, you can ask me something?" I respond in a chipper sarcastic voice.

"You don't by any chance know a girl who's about your age with blonde hair, possibly called Katherine or Katlin or something similar?"

I couldn't help but notice that the conversation had suddenly become very odd, who the hell was this guy and what was he doing at my school?

"Possibly." I say while turning around. "What's it to you?"

"Oh, nothing, nothing." He murmurs while looking down, before suddenly looking up with determination written on his face. "But do you?"

"Maybe I know a girl with gorgeous blonde hair, cute as a button and ever so sweet and her name may just begin with K." I state before turning back around.

Strong hands pressed down on my shoulders and turquoise eyes blazed into mine. "Tell me."

"What do I get?"

Confusion clouded his face. "What?"

"What do I get if I tell you her name?"

"A favour."

I turn myself back round in his arms before purring, "well I do like it when someone owes me a favour." I state licking my lips, preparing them to divulge a secret.

"It's Kaitlin."