Discovering Royalty (ON HOLD)

Chapter 7

*DETENTION*

I walked into detention like I owned the place, keeping my head up and not taking  a second glance at anyone. As soon as I entered the room, Blake looked over at me. I smirked at him and then took a seat behind him. Detention isn't the big hype people make it. All you do is sit there, stare at the teacher, and watch the teacher stare back at you. Ten minutes into the lesson, Mr. Abbott announced that he had to use the "bathroom", and that he would be back in no time, but honestly we all know when a teacher says they have to use the "bathroom, what they acctually mean is that I am bored as fuck and I am tired of seeing your faces, so I'm just going to take a nap in the teachers lounge. 

We all nodded and smiled back at him like the good little children we are, but as soon as we heard his footsteps far away, we all jumped out of our seats and started making noise. Blake turned around to face me.

"So..." He started. I nodded my head waiting for him to finish his sentence.

"Well...?" I replied back motioning for him to continue.

"I don't get it." I looked back at him bewildered.

"What is it exactly that you don't get?"

"How exactly can you go from nerd to this," His said pointing at me. I don't know why but I had to laugh. I really didn't know what exactly was that funny. Blake stared at me intensly as to check if I was still in my right mind.

"I don't know. This is just who I really am. See this is why you don't judge a book by it's cover." I stated knowingly. He nodded and then gave me a funny look before he sighed. 

"Detention is soooooooooooooooooooo boring." Blake practically shouted. I started thinking of fun things to do when I got a brilliant idea. Not only would It be fun, but I would beat the crap out of him.

"Oh I have an idea." I said, my face lighting up as I said that sentence.

"Shoot." 

"Let's play paper football!" I reached out to Blake's desk and got a random notebook, then ripped a page out of it.

"You are something else." Blake stated shaking his head.

"I know I am." I shot back sticking out my tongue.

"Oh, how mature." Blake said rolling his eyes.

"Shut up and let's play." By this time, I had already folded the paper into the proper paper football shape. After preping myself for kickoff I shot the football and it went straight into the goal post Blake was making with his hands.

An hour later I was slaughtering him 78 to 3. 

"You are utterly hopeless at this game." I told him chuckling. 

"Yeah, Yeah. It's  only because your cheating."

"How do you cheat at paper football?" I asked him shaking my head. "Just admit it, I beat you fair and square. You just can't hadle defeat." 

Before he could respond to that last statement, Mr. Abbott bardged into the room. To be honest the room was totally destroyed. There were papers all over the floor, chairs scattered all over the room. It was the perfect moment to make a witty comment about him using the "restroom".

"Oh hey, Mr. Abbott. Are you feeling okay?" I asked.

"Yes, Ms. Smith. Why wouldn't I be?"