Bad Boys Make Good Boyfriends

Detention for Two

+Emma Griffon+

"Emma! You are so going to be late!" My big sister, Olivia, yells from downstairs. I like to call her asshole, but she prefers Liv.

I check my barely-functioning alarm clock that sits by my bed on my nightstand: 6:55. School starts at 7:15. Damn.

"Hold your horses!" I yell back, while simultaneously trying to slap the sleep out of myself.

I climb out of bed and force myself to take a five minute shower and then throw on a random t-shirt and skinny jeans that occupy the floor. I put on my faded, worn-out converse and ride bannister down the staircase to the hallway, grabbing my bag from the end of the railing in the process. I take an apple from a bowl of fruit on the counter as my breakfast and mutter a quick goodbye before closing the door behind me.

The sunlight momentarily blinds me before I run across the lawn on my way to the worst place besides the doctor's office.

Today is the most unlucky day of school: The First Day of School. I am now a senior of Somerset High School and undoubtedly confident and sure that today will suck. I mean, any school day sucks, but the first day sucks more than any other day.

I rush to make it to the bus stop down the strata just as it leaves the area. Perfect. Three minutes until the bell in school rings.

"Wait!" I yell, but it is no use. Of course it isn't. Why would I get to take the bus today? I pull y phone out of my backpack and dial my best friend, Jack's number.

It rings for a while before his voice echoes in my ear "Hello?"

"Jack!" I say through the phone "I need a ride!"

"Missed the bus did we?" He teases. One and a half minutes left. Now I'm gonna be late. Maybe the teacher will let it slide if I beg or plead.

I roll my eyes and shout through my phone "Shut up and get over here!"

"Fine, fine...okay. I'll be there in a minute, no need to break my eardrum." He hangs up on me before I could say anything else.

I sit on the curb and check my phone for the time every ten seconds. At least it seems like ten seconds. Jack speeds down the road in his cherry red Ferrari, which isn't fair. He gets a Ferrari for his sixteenth birthday, and I get a lame party with pink everything. And I hate pink. It was Liv's idea. She's the one who likes sparkly everything. I'm more of a potato chips and Netflix person.

Jack comes to a screeching halt for about two seconds, which is barely enough for me to get my head through he door. He slams down on the gas and we blast through the streets. I love how he drives: fast and care-free, yet he still gets us there alive.

After a few beats of silence, he says "You know there's this incredible invention called an alarm clock?"

"Yeah, but mine happens to be broken." I say.

"Excuses, excuses..." He says under his breath. The ugly brick building that is my school comes into view. He parks in the parking lot and turns the engine off.

"Thanks Jacky!" I say and get out.

"I don't like when you call me that!" He yells after me.

"Whatever." I say in response. I sprint into school, grab my math textbook out of my locker, which is at the other end of the building and rush into class.

I accidentally slam the classroom door, causing everybody's head to turn in my direction. My cruel new math teacher, Mr. Ross points his stubby little finger towards the door, an indication for me to the detention room.