Incubus

| Two |

A few boring hours later I found myself entering Mr. Dalton's class for detention. To be quite honest, I could only count on one hand the amount of times I've gotten detention. I wasn't an angel but I was fairly well behaved. It was Friday and all I wanted to do was to go home. I quietly made my way to the back of the room, conscious of him sat at his desk. I wondered how many more people he gave detention for not completing their homework? He must've been in a bad mood today, he was usually a pretty chill teacher.

"Brielle, sit up here." he gestured towards the desk that was attached to his own and cleared off the mess of books on it.

"Why, sir?" I asked in a small voice and nervously bit my lip. I would have been more comfortable in my regular seat, if I went up by his desk I'd be even more nervous than I already was. I wasn't used to getting detentions, and my stomach was churning with anxiety. I truly hoped he wouldn't tell my mother.

"Because I said so and we're going to be the only ones in here." he stated, his eyes slightly darkening.

"O-okay, sir." I audibly gulped and quickly slid into the seat directly in front of him. I avoided his intimidating stare as I smoothed out my skirt to insure my thighs were covered. It was quite short and tended to rise up.

A pile of papers landed on my desk and I curiously looked up at him to find him already looking down at me. Blushing, I took the outstretched pen he was holding out to me, having to yank because he wouldn't let go.

"Sir," I said with a little laugh and he chuckled but let go. His smile was so distracting, I observed dreamily while holding his warm gaze.

"Time to correct." he smiled with fake enthusiasm and cleard his throat before digging his nose into his work. I glanced down at the papers in front of me. They were test papers from my last biology test. I was shocked that he would trust me enough to correct my own test. I was positive that was against the rules. After correcting a few tests I came upon mine and gasped when I saw it was already corrected.

"I got 100%?" I glanced up at Mr. Dalton with raised eyebrows, surprised at my mark.

"Yes," he nodded. "Well done." he smiled and continued his correcting. I frowned and eyed my test suspiciously. I could've sworn I got one multiple choice wrong. I flipped over the front page and searched for the question I thought I had gotten wrong. I had circled B, but as I checked the answer key it begged to differ. The correct answer was D. I sighed and bit my lip, debating whether or not I should tell Mr. Dalton about the mistake. It would bring my mark down, but it was the right thing to do.

"Mr. Dalton?" I said quietly and his eyes rolled up to mine. "I got a question wrong." I put my test in front of him and pointed to the question. "The answer is supposed to be D."

I looked into his eyes and frowned as he grinned at me. "Good girl." he praised, making me furrow my eyebrows. "I was testing you to see if you'd tell me. I knew you weren't a bad student, I just had to be sure."

"What made you think I was a bad student?" I frowned, feeling slightly offended.

"Well, you are in a boarding school for behavioural issues, Brielle." he said, his eyes boring into mine.

"I'm aware." I sighed, averting my eyes from him. It was silent after that, the only sound filling the room was our pens scratching against paper.