Playing With Fire

Detention

Sixth, seventh, and eighth hours actually went by relatively quickly. Because it was the first day, we just did random things to get to know each other and the teachers. The fact that I didn't have to dress out in gym made my day. I really wasn't feeling like changing. Twice. When the final bell rang, however, my mood immediately dropped. I wasn't sure how bad detention would be, but if it was anything like the detention at Academy of Scholars, I was in for an hour and a half of pure torture.

"You ready for this?" Callie asked, grabbing her bag.

"I guess so. Have you ever had it?" I questioned, following her out of our English classroom.

"Yeah, plenty of times. Don't worry, it's actually pretty fun. The teacher leaves and we are allowed to talk until he gets back, so as long as you know somebody else in there, it's fine. There should be plenty of kids today too, considering the fact that like 20 juniors had a food fight in the café on the last day of school last year," Callie giggled at the memory. I just rolled my eyes. I have always been part of troublesome groups, but I never understood food fights. They never seemed worth it.

"Detention is held in the cafeteria?" I asked when Callie led me to the cafeteria doors.

"Well, duh. It's not like we have some big detention classroom. How rich do you think this school is?" she snorted, glancing at me. I just looked at her in shock, not quite sure how to answer that.

"Just kidding," she laughed, lightly punching my arm. "The cafeteria is just a shortcut to the detention room." I laughed and pushed her off to the side. We were still giggling when we walked into the detention room, which got us quite a few weird looks.

"I should have guessed you'd end up here, Callie. I don't think I've ever seen your friend though. Who is she?" the teacher that was sitting in the room asked.

"I'm Blaire," I said with a small smile.

"She's new," Callie added.

"What a good first impression you've made. My name is Mr. Ross. I hope I won't see you in here very often," he scolded lightly. He seemed pretty cool and easygoing. Maybe this wouldn't be too terrible.

"Unfortunately, you probably will. I kind of have a knack for ending up in detention, especially on days that I really have to leave after school," I admitted. He chuckled and shook his head.

"Well take a seat, ladies," he said, turning his attention back to the book on his desk. I followed Callie to the two empty desks in the back of the room. We both sat quietly, waiting for the Mr. Ross to leave. I found myself checking out the group of boys to my right. One guy in particular caught my eye. His blond hair was relatively short and was messy in a hot way. His cutoff shirt showed off his large biceps and it's easy to tell that he basically has the perfect body. But the one thing that really got my attention was his eyes. They were a very bright blue and had that little mischievous glint in them. He caught me looking at him and threw me a sexy little half smile before turning back to his friends.

I took out a piece of paper and quickly wrote on it before passing it to Callie.

Who is the guy in the black cutoff?

She read it, scribbled her response, and passed it back.

That's Dillon Hoffman. Why?

Caught my eye, that's all.

Not worth it, trust me.

Why?

School's bad boy. He used to be the football star before he got suspended for drugs. Now that he isn't allowed on sports teams, all he does is cause trouble. And he never stays with a girls for more than a week. As I said, not worth it.