World Behind My Wall (A7X/The Rev)

Chapter 2|Everything's My Fault

By the time Mr. Johnson got done with me, I'd missed a whole period, so now I'll have extra homework to do. Plus, now I have a detention to serve tonight. That'll please my dad, since he didn't come home last night he'll probably be home a lot earlier tonight, that's usually how it works. He gets one of his buddies to give him a ride after work if he spent the night who knows where. But, when I stepped out of the office and into the busy hallway, I was surprised to find Johnny standing across from the office, sitting on a heater that was built into the wall. He smiled at me and stood up, as I approached him.

"Hey! What are you doing here?" I greeted him lightly. 

"Waiting for you. I thought I'd see if Johnson would let you go this period." He glanced at the detention slip in my hand and smirked. "I see you're scheduled to spend a little extra time here tonight." 

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, thanks to that douchenozzle of a human." I said, referring to James.

Johnny laughed. "Don't you just love him?" He used a sarcastic tone of voice.

"Oh yeah, so much I just want to give him a hug. Around the neck. With my hands." I replied, and then we both burst into laughter. 

"Well, I figured you were pretty much in for a detention, so I went ahead and got myself one too, so you won't be without a friend while you're there. I kind of want to avoid getting pummeled again by Jimmy too, because after you went into the office he told me he'd finish what he started later, and I have a feeling that meant this afternoon." Johnny's face took on a weary expression. 

"Aw, Johnny, you're so nice. But I guess I'd rather have you in detention than getting pummeled by Jimmy again too, so I look forward to our detention together." I smiled at him, and he grinned. The first bell rang, so Johnny and I went our separate ways for now and hurried to our classes. 

I had history next, so that's where I went. This is one of those classes that James and I share, and Brian is also in this class too. I was the last one to arrive, and the last seat, which I knew he'd saved purposely, was right in front of James. He was smirking like the devil he is, and I heaved an exasperated sigh.

"Ms. Spencer, please, take a seat." The teacher urged me from his desk. I schlepped forward to the desk and sat down, James watching me the entire time, and slung my bag over my chair on one strap. The teacher began class soon after, but I was distracted momentarily when suddenly someone slapped an already filled out detention slip onto the corner of my desk in front of me. That was when I heard James whisper in my ear,

"See ya in detention, RyRy." He used that nickname that I hated. Only he ever called me that, and he knew I hated it too. I looked down at the detention slip that was made out for him. He'd gotten it last class, while I was in the office, and it was scheduled for today. Great. 

I turned around enough to place the slip back on his desk, and I hissed, "Stop calling me that!" 

"What, 'RyRy'?" He asked innocently as I turned back around.

"Yes!" 

"Ok, RyRy." I could hear the cockiness in his voice. He wasn't going to stop calling me that. I placed my forehead into my hand and sighed again. 

Putting my bag on the back of my chair turned out to be a huge mistake, because in the middle of class, James started kicking it. At first he only kicked it very lightly, but as the minutes passed that I refused to give him any attention in, he started kicking it harder and harder. How the teacher didn't hear my bag jolting up and down and stopped class to catch him in the act, I don't know. I had my jaw clenched, getting extremely irritated after trying to ignore it for so long. I could see people looking at us, and I hated being stared at. They like it when he picks on the "whore" who's not really a whore at all because she's still a goddamn virgin.