Living With The Bully

7: Detention

Riley's POV

My eyes slowly open, the sun immediately blinding me. I groan and turn to my left. The clock reads 8:32!

WHAT THE FUCK

Class started! I jump out of bed and pull on leggings and an over sized t shirt. I took a glance at myself in the mirror. I looked horrible! I had bags under my eyes, my hair was a birds nest, and my makeup from last night was all over my face.

I quickly rinse and rub off the makeup from yesterday. I pull on some combat boots and put on a baseball cap to hide my hair.

I grab some sunglasses and put them on. I get my stuff ready and head out the door. "I knew it wasn't a good idea to watch chick flicks past 2am." I mutter to myself while sprinting to school.

I readjust my bag strap on my shoulder and quietly walk to my classroom. I had to be quiet cause if one of the hall monitors caught me....I would have DETENTION

"Excuse me, Ms. Wilson." I JINXED IT. I turn around and sheepishly smile at Mrs. Gregory.

"Good morning, Mrs. Gregory." I say. She eyes me from top to bottom and mutters something under her breath. "Ms. Wilson, glasses off. That is very disrespectful." I take my glasses off and put them in my bag.

Her eyes widen once she looks at my face then continues. "According to our school dress code hats are not to be worn inside school,  and you are late." She takes out a note pad from her pants pocket.

"Detention, after school, go straight to room 403." She rips the note off the pad and gives it to me.

"Yes." I say and walk into my classroom. The last thing I hear Mrs. Gregory say before closing the door was. "Hey! You boy!"

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It was the end of the day, my phone buzzes. A text from TJ.

TJ: we're all going out for McDonalds rn. Wanna come?

Riley: can't got detention.

TJ: for what

Riley: I'll tell you later

I put my phone away and head to room 403, the grade 10s art room. As I walk inside I admire the paintings on the wall. I haven't been in this art room before.

The reason being was cause I never attended art class. Art was never my forte.

But I loved the room. It was filled with beautiful paintings and drawings of people, places, and things.

I turn to the corner of the room and hand Mrs. Gregory my detention slip. "Take a seat Ms. Wilson." She gestures to the seats in front of her desk.

All the seats were free but I decided to sit at the back. Was I the only person in detention?

A few minutes later someone else walks in. Blake.

At first he doesn't see me and just hands Mrs. Gregory his slip. Wonder why he's in detention.

"Take a seat, Mr. West." He turns around and scans the room. His eyes fall on me. He narrows them then takes the seat at the front. He didn't smile, smirk, or wave.

My eyebrows bush in confusion. He doesn't seem happy.

"Okay, since everyone is here now. I'm going to tell you the rules of detention." Mrs. Gregory stands up from her seat and walks around the room.

"No talking, eating, standing, using your phones. Stay in your seats. I also have work for you to do." She walks back to her desk and takes out a bunch of papers.