The Perfection of My Insanity

Don't Hurt Me

After pulling myself off of the floor and mentally reminding myself to keep Jason's hoodie. I stand in front of the detention room. I have to stop winding up behind this door. I have to stop getting myself into these situations. Should I count down from three or hold my breath or pray or something. I have my fingertips on the handle, ready to inter at any moment.

He's probably sitting in there with interlocked fingers and a devilish grin played on his lips. Sitting right in the front row, so he's the first thing I see, watching me as I enter as if he knew the exact moment that I would walk into the room. I'm smiling now but I don't quite know why. The fact of the matter is, I'm completely terrified. I thought this would be easier in my head but let's face it, I'm a hell of a lot better at lying and constantly being defensive than being open about...well anything. It's easier to fight with Jason, I don't know why but it just is.

Maybe it's not too late to change my mind, maybe I can still make it out of here with my dignity. I slowly glide my fingers off of the handle and take a step back. I've faced much worse than this, he's just a boy.

"Are you going to just stand there, or are you going in?" Jason's deep voice scared me from behind. I whipped my head around to see him standing there with his arms crossed, gazing down at me, "Scared of what'll happen inside?" He grins before walking past me and opening the door.

"How long have you been standing there?" I ask him, but receive no answer in return. I follow in behind him with a knot forming in my stomach, crossing the threshold into the room that was once abandon to just Jason and I and now held multiple students . A wave of slight relief washed over me when I saw the other faces but Jason wasn't so grateful. I saw the physical change in his entire persona when he saw that there would be witnesses to any stunt he decided to pull.

"What's the matter?" I mock him and nudge his arm. I can't believe I was so scared, and for what? Detention couldn't possibly be our little hangout forever.

"Don't be so cocky, baby doll, I've never been afraid of an audience." He tells me as he looks over his shoulder. What he said didn't phase me, though. I just smiled at his attempt to scare me and rolled my eyes.

"Students take a seat." Demanded an old blue haired woman, sitting behind the steal desk. I hadn't even noticed her frail looking body before she said anything. I moved to take a seat trying not to sit too close to any of the few students scattered throughout the small room.

"Hey, Diamond, remember this?" Said Jason, knocking on the steal desk and biting his lower lip. I looked at him with wide eyes before the blue haired woman glared at him. I barely recognized it. The blue haired woman tainted it with papers and pencils and coffee mugs. It used to be bare and raw, it used to be ours.

"Young man, take a seat!" She said, attempting to raise her voice at him. Jason got the hint and moved to take a seat as well. He sat right behind me and for a second I thought I should rethink my previous statement about not being afraid. I felt that static shock again, slowly crawling up my back and giving me goosebumps again, making me fidget in my seat.

"What's the matter?" He mocks me like I did him before. I roll my eyes at him again, wondering if I made the right decision on giving him a chance, "Oh, are you mad at me now?" I hear him shuffling in his seat but I refuse to turn around.

"Well it is your fault we're in here in the first place. I mean all you had to do is sign us back into the damn building, Jason" I whisper/yell, trying not to make a scene and gain the attention of the elderly woman in the front of the room.

"I know. I mean all I had to do was that one job. What kind of idiot can't manage one simple task?" He whispers, sarcastically. At this point I had to turn around and see if he was serious. He had that same smirk as always.