Perfect

Chapter 3

All through first period, I was day dreaming. Actually, I might have actually been sleeping becuase whenever I woke up, I found a detention slip on my forehead. Detention? On the first day of school? Nice going.

I went through all of my classes, not really caring since I already got detention for the day. 

My shoes were making me really hot, so I stopped in the bathroom. I opened a stall and put the toliet seat down. I sat down and took my shoes off. 

The bathrooms at my high school are nasty. There are 3 stalls, which are usuallu always clogged or filled with crap.. literally. The floors were covered in used and un-used toliet paper and water. The toilet paper sticks to the floor since it's wet, which makes it even worse. Only 1 stall locks, and it's the smallest one.  Luckily, I probably won't come in here that often. I hate using public bathrooms. 

After about 5 minutes, I put my shoes back on and flushed the toilet so that anyone else who was in there would think I actually went the the bathroom. I opened the stall door and quickly washed my hands. I ran out and went into the detention room. 

I had no idea where it was, so I was hoping I would run into Perfect again in the halls. He would show me the way, unless he had never been to detention before. 

That wasn't true. As soon as I walked through the door, there he was. Sitting in a desk next to an empty one. He motioned for me to sit down next to him. Thinking that this was my chance, I sat down. He started talking to me right off the bat, as if we had known each other like I know Rachel. 

The teacher came stomping in and ruined our conversation. 

"Hey rebels." She said, trying to act cool. "You are here for 1 of these 3 reasons." She went on and on. She said 3, but I'm almost certain there were like 95 reasons. Do people really do that much stuff in high school?

She told us that we couldn't talk for the next 45 minutes, and a bunch of other crap that no one cares about. 

After she left the room, me and perfect started talking again. This time, we whispered. We weren't the only ones, everyone else was talking too. 

"I never expected you to be the type of girl who would get detention." Well, I didn't either. I thought the same thing about him actually. So I tried to come up with something to say.

"Well, I didn't think you'd be here either," I wasn't really that shocked after a few moments. "What did you do to get here?"

"Uh.. I was late for homeroom. But, trust me. It wasn't your fault." I know he was just trying to make me feel better. It was my fault. He had to show me to class, and I made him late. This wasn't a very good start.

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry," He interrupted me.

"No, I said it wasn't your fault." I could tell in his eyes he really meant it, so I stopped arguing. "What did you do?"

"I fell asleep in class." He didn't look suprised. He told me that he did the same thing on his first day too. 

We happend to be a lot alike. We both sleep a lot, we both play sports, we both have a younger sister, and we both have a cell phone. I don't know what happend, but he gave me his number and said to text him after school.

There was one thing I forgot to ask him before he left. 

His name.