It's English again, the last hour of the the day, and here I am sitting and waiting desperately to get out of here so I can see what was oh so much more important than Cal texting me in the past day. I turned my head to look at the clock and caught the eye of the kid staring at me again. It was unnerving that he kept looking at me.
I shot him a glare but he refused to back down. So I finally turned away but he kept on. I wrote on a piece of paper: Quit staring at me would ya? I crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it at him. He caught it with one hand and opened it, reading quickly, his lips moving with the words.
"Detention, Ms. Francis, and Mr. Fillion. After school right in here."
I looked up to see the teacher glaring at both of us, with a disapproving shake of the head, she looked back toward her work. I gave one last stink eye to the kid, and went back to my work packet, but I could still feel his burning stare.
"Alright kiddos, I need to go get some copies from the filing down in the media center. Behave!" The teacher shouted making me flinch.
There were 2 other kids in detention with us, but they were both quiet, one almost falling asleep, the other was an angsty goth kid who looked like he hated the world. I waited a couple seconds after the teacher left to walk over to the starer.
"Quit looking at me." I harshly whispered taking the desk next to him.
"Why?" He looked stone cold at me.
"Because it bothers me, that's why."
"Well too bad, I like bothering people, so I think i will keep staring at you." He looked down at his desk in time for the teacher to walk back in.
"Ms. Francis, back to your seat."
I obeyed.
