Mr. Player

Chapter Five - I Meet his Family

Chapter Five - I Meet his Family

I swallowed as I allowed my fingers to travel over my lips. In all my life I had never swore, there it goes, another perfect record, broken. But the way my words came out so carelessly, so free, it felt good. I blinked a few times and then shook my head to myself, I'm a menace.

The rest of the lesson we were instructed to copy off the board but I struggled to concentrate as my brain turned into a black hole. My brain spiraled over questions, then repeating them because for once, I didn't have the answers.

What was detention like? What was I suppose to do? Was there a book I could read up on it? How many teachers will lose their trust in me? What if this is the beginning to many detentions? What if my parents find out?

I decided to keep my mouth clamped for the rest of the lesson, along with next lesson but then after that, instead of driving home I had somewhere to be and not a good place at that fact.

The bell rang, indicating that we had five minutes to walk to the next class. I was stopped as I attempted to push past everyone and evacuate the room. He grinned up at me before peeling off the seat and standing up. Now I was looking up at him.

"See you in detention, Al" he smirked as he threw his bag over his shoulder.

"See you there" was my response, I didn't even take note to what he said, I didn't even realize my response, before charging out the door.

I tried to relax in home economics but nothing was working. I buried my head in my hands as I massaged my temples with my finger tips. Word had already travelled from English to this class and people were whispering. Many shocked though, as was I, double checking if they were talking about the right Alex.

I considered ditching detention but then I'd just end up in more trouble. I was hoping that this lesson would carry on for ever. My detention slip came that period.

Alexandra Binks. Year 11. Detention Room 31a, 28.7.13. 3:10pm

I was disappointed in myself. How could I let that word slip? Or worse, how could I let a guy like Luke Brooks get the better of me? He was nothing to me, nothing.

My leg tapped the side of desk leg, I was impatient, maybe I was just waiting to get this over with. Who am I kidding? I never wanted the clock to strike 3:10pm but that was inevitable.

"Hanging to go somewhere?" An unfamiliar voice asked from beside me.

"Sorry," I noted that my constant glances at the clock and agitated leg was enough to send someone crazy. "Just not wanting to go somewhere." I answered him. He looked tall and well built, he had brown hair and for a boy in year 11 he seemed more like a man. His voice was soothing and friendly.

"I get that." He said, understandingly. "I'm James." he introduced with his hand out. I politely shook it and admired his good manners.

"Alex," I replied with a simple smile.

He leaned eagerly in his seat, "Wait, could you be the Alex?" He asked, emphasizing the 'the' in his sentence.

"Yes," I sighed, "I did swear in class and get a detention." I told him, leaning back in my seat.

"Oh," he said slightly disappointed. The curiosity was no longer lingering in his eyes.

"A bad oh?" I thought aloud and he chuckled.

"No, it's just I'm trying to find this good girl, her name is Alexandra." He told me.

"Im trying to find her too." I mumbled to myself, questioning where I was. Or who you were pretending to be. I pressed my lips into a thin line after taking note, why would he be looking for me? He must have thought that I wasn't her after mentioning the detention and he would have assumed that good girls don't get detention.

"And why are you looking for her?" I questioned him, not daring to take a glance away from his face just in case I missed a screening of emotion.

"My fri-" he was cut off by the loud bell that rang through the class room.

I never did get to hear the end of his sentence because I had somewhere to be. I darted out of the room and my stomach lurched as I headed towards room 31a. Swerving through hundreds of people was a hard task.

"Alex!" A familiar yet annoying voice said as they grabbed my arm.

"What?" I exclaimed with my voice caught in my throat.

"I assume you are busy going somewhere?" She assumed with jealousy streaked through her words.

"But make sure you give him my number, do you remember it?" She tested.

"Yes, now I have to go Tara." I said and attempted to push past her but he grip on me tightened.

"What is it?" She shrilled.

So I stood there and recited her number to her just so she would let me go. The last thing I wanted was to be late to my first detention. I glanced at my phone, checking the time. It was 3:08pm. I had three minutes until I would be classed as late. At least there was a silver lining to this grey cloud. Luke won't be there.

It was as though I spoke too soon. What was I expecting? This was his territory, his second home, his environment, was I really thinking that he wouldn't be there. Most importantly why was I even thinking about him in the first place?

He grinned, already settled in his seat as I stood in the door way. I was getting odd glances from people I'd never seen before, I was feeling that I didn't belong, it was apparent that I wasn't one of them.

"Alexandra, it seems that you've come to the wrong room." Mrs Carling said from her desk.

I smiled sweetly, I hadn't made a mistake, "No miss, I'm here to serve my detention." She looked at me with disbelieve as I handed her my slip.

I glanced at all the desks in the classroom, the back row was filled with delinquent kids, who am I to talk, I'm here as well. The rest of the kids were scattered between rows. I was getting odd looks from the students, I think they were all in shock, it had been two hours since I was issued it yet I was still in shock. Then I saw him.

"I saved a spot for you Al," he said, pointing to the desk adjacent from his.

He was enjoying this way too much. I took the seat beside him unwillingly but soon the teacher instructed me to sit. There was a circular clock, hanging on the wall in front of the classroom. It was similar to Luke, loud and obnoxious. The only thing I could hear was its loud ticking after we were all told to be silent. It's ticking was enough to send someone crazy.