The Leather Jacket

Detention

The problem is with problems, is that they can be quite problematic. Like choosing between a mint or a toffee ice cream at the drive-thru. Or to wear the black outfit or the green.

However, I would say there's big problems too. Like whether or not to go to uni or college. Or to have a kid. Or to get married.

I'd say my problem rests somewhere between the two. What do I do if I think my ex is stalking me?

I'd see him everywhere. Getting something out my locker, he conveniently had to use the bathroom next to it even though his Science class was on the other side of the school. Going to the library, he suddenly became a huge fan of reading 'Pride and Prejudice' upside down in the next aisle. He had even taken to walking his dog on over right mile walks that all just so happened to go past my house. Spooky how these things happen 'eh?

Now, I could go to the school. They would do a full investigation of the matter, before coming to the conclusion that there was nothing they could do.

I could go to my mum. It would stay on her voicemail for about a week, before being deleted as junk.

I could go to Dani, who would tell me to go to the school, or suggest some ridiculous scheme of secret agenting like when we were seven.

This pretty much leaves me with one option. Shane. However. When Cody had done so much as said something bad to me, Shane had punched him so hard he broke his nose. I'm actually scared to think what he would do if I told him.

What do I do?

*

"C'mon Vi, we're gonna be late to History and Miss Latimer will inhale us through her gigantic nostrils or something." Ok, I know everyone makes jokes about her nostrils, but even after all these years, I still can't get over them. Whenever I so even just think about them, I crease up.

Which is exactly what I did. Very soon, Dani was on the floor next to me, giggling like a child.

"Miss Adams and Miss Charles?!" What is this nonsense?!" Right, I know this was a serious situation, because not only were we late to class, but we were sat outside, rolling around in the floor.

But there was a problem as to why I couldn't keep a straight face.

There were the nostrils.

And oh my, when she got angry they flared up like the Grand Canyon. No chance was I going to survive this.

"Bahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" I couldn't stop. I literally couldn't. Miss only just managed to make herself heard over the racket I was making.

"Detention!"

Uh oh.

*

I sloped into detention with Dani, both of us miserable as we had plans with the guys tonight, which now looked like they weren't going to happen. The detention lady looked surprised to see new faces, but just let us sit down. I got out my French book, ready to start on yet another assessment piece. Thing is, when is a French person ever going to care about the weather we had on some holiday when I was 9? Never, is the answer. However, I listlessly got on with on

But clearly, fate had other ideas. And when I say fate, I mean four ridiculous boys.

Tap tap tap. It was just loud enough for me and Danni to hear, and we glanced up to see quite a sight. Ben and Shane's faces popping up through the window. Now, this on it's own would be quite funny. But what made it funnier, was the fact the we were not on the ground floor, but one floor up.

We could see the boys trying desperately to grip onto the window sill. Me and Dan had to stifle our laughs at the sight: both boys were quite red in the face. Shane pressed a note up to the glass:

'We're gonna get you out of there!'

Oh no.

*

No less than twenty minutes later, we had four new companions. I'll give you three guesses which group of boys it was. Their ingenious idea was to come in, with Danny in the lead, as different characters.

Danny came in playing the sound of lightening on his phone.

" There's a troll in the dungeon! A troll in the dungeon!" He then fell dramatically to the floor. Soon to be picked up by the teacher and escorted to a chair.

Next came Ben.

"I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!" Safe to say, he volunteered for double detention.

Zack followed on next. He came in swinging his light saber to the theme tune from, you guessed it, Star Wars. It might have been quite dramatic, if the battery of his precious childhood friend hadn't ran out. He joined the clan of idiots, cloak and all.

Finally, came Shane. He sauntered in, hair slicked back in the 60s quiff, looking hot in his leather jacket. He glanced around the room, then made a great show of being surprised when he saw me. He turned to point an accusing finger at the teacher behind the desk.

"Nobody puts Baby in a corner!"

Why did we even talk to them?

*

An hour later we were allowed to escape, with all the boys looking like they had just attended an early Halloween party.

"That! Was! Brilliant!" Gasped Dani, her and I only having just recovered from the laughter we'd burst into after holding it in for nearly an hour.

"I hope you ladies appreciate what we got through for you!" Zack joked, pretending he hadn't just enjoyed that just as much as we had. He proceeded to strut for us in his cape.

"C'mon guys, back to our's it is I think" Shane chuckled, slinging his arm around my shoulders. Little sparks flew around me. Stop Vi! I shrugged him off. Just think how many other girls he's done this -and more!- to. I can't let myself be fooled by the boyish grin and charming nature.

I won't.