New: Powers

New: Powers (Chapter 15)

Chapter 15: I am still mad

It was 4:00 in the afternoon and I was doing nothing. I was just sitting in a classroom with a bunch of other dweebs who got in trouble somehow. I'd never gotten detention before. I had always imagined that it would be like prison for high schoolers. To be honest, detention was kind of sad. No one was talking. We were just supposed to sit in a chair for a couple of hours and "think about what we've done". It was a half hour into detention, and I was just leaning back in my chair tapping my foot, when Mr. Howard walked in the room with Megan. "Terribly sorry, Mrs. Ferguson. We've found the real culprit of the graffiti incident." I was shocked, and also thankful. "Megan? But how did you know sir?" I walked out of detention to find Clay leaning on the lockers like he was so cool. "Thanks, but I'm still mad at you."

"Come on! You haven't said a word to me all day since this morning! I bailed you out, you at least need to talk to me! I don't even know what I did!"

"That's another reason I'm mad at you! You don't even know!"

"Well will you tell me what I did so I can apologize for it?"

"You left me to rot in detention alone! You were accused, and then you blamed it all on me! So I had to sit in detention for a half hour for the first time in my life!"

"You've never had detention?"

"UGH! You're hopeless!"

"I'm sorry, alright? I'm just not used to putting someone else first! I'm sorry I didn't take the blame for you."

"I didn't want you to take the blame for me but I just wanted you to defend for both of us. You're not the only one who was blamed, you know."

"Okay, fine, then I'm sorry for blaming it all on you. Come on little sis, please!"

"No one said I was the younger one."

"No one said you were the older one either. Come on. I'm sorry. Are we good now?"

It didn't exactly feel 'good' yet. "I need some time alone."

"How long is that going to take?"

"Maybe a few minutes, maybe a few hours, maybe never," I mumbled. "What was that?"

"Nothing."

I sat in my room, thinking about Clay. Sometimes he could be so selfish. I heard a knock on the door, and Connor came in. "Are you okay? Clay and Bri are downstairs playing slapjack. And lets just say that when Clay wins, the jack loses," he said, giving me a card with a hole burnt through it. "I'll be fine. I just can't believe how selfish he was! He left me in detention all by myself." I looked down at the card that was in my hand. It had turned to ashes. "You really are the other half of the fire petal, aren't you." I looked at Connor. Was that a compliment or an insult? "Look. I can't believe I'm going to say this. But I think you should forgive him. Believe me, I was so happy when you got mad at him. I don't trust him. But that doesn't mean you shouldn't. He's your BROTHER for crying out loud. You just found that out almost two months ago. He's not going to change right away. You should give him a second chance. Just think about it. Dinner's downstairs. It's pizza night." He left without another word. Forgiving was never easy for me. I liked holding a grudge, but I could never hold one for too long. I forgave him once, only to have him begging me for it again. How can I trust that he wouldn't do it again?