Playgirl (discontinued... as of now...)

01 - Detention

Hello there! So here's my first ever update (: I actually rewrote the whole chapter because the one I posted on my other account didn't seem so... right.

Hope you guys like this! <3

dedicated to my Chacey for the cooliooo cover on the side <3 i love chu! it was the second cover I used c:

WARNING: Grammar mistakes ahead ;)

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I felt like calling in sick. Mr. Butcher decided to be such a dick about me being out for five minutes to the rest room and sent me to detention for reasoning out why I took that long. How on earth will I be able to get back to our classroom within a minute when the comfort room was on the other side of the wing? How? That was so unreasonable.

Other girls did it, too. It wasn’t like I was the only one who took time prepping up before leaving the stall. Sasha, for instance, took more than ten minutes out and never did he notice that. I didn’t know if he was just PMS-ing and I was the lucky girl he painted a target on, or he simply had this hidden desire towards the blonde.

I sauntered across the cafeteria towards our usual table and slumped lazily on an empty chair across Sophie and Tanya, and next to Chris. I was the last one to arrive because of Mr. Butcher. His surname suited him right. He butchered students with his non-existent rules and reasons just like he did to me. That fart face.

“Who did this to my girl?” Chris cooed. He leaned in closer to me and lightly nudged me with his elbow.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before I turned my head to glare at him. “Chris…”

He backed off immediately and it was almost funny if not for the fact that I was still going to detention.

“So,” Tanya chirped, “who’s in for Café Losa later?”

Chris and Sophie both called in. I badly wanted to go with them. The thing was I can’t. “I’m gonna pass.” They all looked at me with mixed expressions of everything related to curiosity because I, Chelsea Hayes, didn’t miss any chance to go out and have a little chat with them over a cup of coffee. “Detention.”

“What?”

“Why?”

“The fuck!”

I didn’t catch who said what since they spoke simultaneously. Okay, so I recognized the one who cursed since it was clearly Chris, the only guy. I got where they were coming from. I haven't been to detention even once and it was very unlikely for me to be sent there, too. I followed rules.

“Who sent you?” Sophie inquired.

I dropped my head on the table and tilted it sideways so that my cheek was pressed against it, “Butcher.”

I got a collective sigh from them which made it even worse.

“We can’t help you ditch then. Butcher’s the butcher you know,” Chris said.

“I know," I lifted my head and propped my elbows on the table, "Don’t worry. I’m going to be fine. I’m with Scott,” I smiled.

“Scott. Of course,” Tanya said with an eye roll.

They weren’t big fans of me being connected to the jerks of Preston High. They knew I wasn’t a bitch to just flirt with these guys and definitely not a slut. Maybe that was the reason why I got the nickname playgirl.