Labels│simon minter / ashley marie surcombe

II. "one more year"

i present to you— simon minter

+Ashley Marie+

"Is this even legal?" I say with panic laced in my voice and tug against the metal chains clutching my wrist.

"Oi, Rainbow hair, stop yanking on the fricking handcuffs, it's hurting my wrists, dammit," Simon hisses.

"Hey, milkbottle, I have a name," I say coldly.

"Well, bitch, maybe I don't want to use your name," he shoots back.

"Can we stop with the insults and take a look at the more massive problem at hand? Our teacher handcuffed the both of us to a desk as an activity to work shit out!"

"How the hell are we meant to get out of here?" he groans.

"Your arms are so skinny, can't you just reach down and pick up the damn keys?" I demand and try to turn my body to look at where the keys were.

"Just a second, let me try," he says and I hear him sliding down the plastic seat to try and pick up the keys.

"Shit, I can almost reach it, but it's still too far away for me I grab it," he tells me in a strained tone, still trying to get the small pieces of metal.

"Ugh, I can't get the keys! We're stuck in this goddamn room!" he yells with frustration and slams his foot on the floor hard to make an echoing sound in the classroom.

"This," he begins angrily, "is all your fault. Why couldn't have you just refrained your damn hand from backhanding my face?"

"Oh no," I counter. "Don't you dare blame this all on me. You shouldn't have fucking put your feet on my chair and called me a bitch. You were begging for a slap, milkbottle."

"You made a whole scene about nothing! You could've have waited until class was over to beat me up, but no, you just had to lose your shit in front of the whole damn class."

"You are such a dickhead! This is not all on me, and you know it."

"Shut up, yes it is."

"No, it's not-"

The door suddenly creaked open and a light skinned boy with dark brown hair stepped into the room.

"Miss Karter, I had a question about the assignment—what the bloody hell did I just walk into?"

"Josh, oh my days, thank god you're here. Get the keys between the chairs and unlock my handcuffs, I beg you," Simon says desperately to the confused boy.

"Simon, do you mind explaining what I'm witnessing?" Josh asks hesitantly and walks towards us to pick up the keys.

"Long story short, Karter locked us up with cuffs in chairs as some messed up form of detention because that rainbow hair bitch backhanded the shit out of me in front of the whole entire class," he explains, making me scoff.

"Mind you, he called me a bitch, so I had a reason to backhand that milkbottle idiot," I say and Josh laughs.

"Damn, she's scary as hell," he says to Simon and opens his cuffs up.