Detention room turned out to be a little classroom in the abundant part of the school. The door was half open and light easily came through it.
When I entered the room a pair of blue eyes followed my eyesight. I tried to not pay much attention, so I took in my surroundings instead. The classroom looked significantly older than the rest, wooden desks were all written over by multiple handwritings. On an old window stood a lonely half dead rose... I only looked at the door once I heard the door lock click, confusion written over my face until I heard a loud laughter from my left side.
"He will return in half an hour... Or at least that's what he said."
"I didn't ask you to fill me in on every detail of what happens. I have eyes and ears myself." I said with eyeroll.
"Hey, I was just letting you know. No reason to be mean. Eh?"
"Sorry, I am not really in a mood." I said letting out the breath I didn't even know I was holding.
"No biggie. Nobody is too excited for the first day of school."
A half smile appeared on my face. "Very true."
We sat there in silence for a little bit until I got bored.
"Nice phone case." I said after a while.
"Ah, yeah it has a lighting system in it."
"Wow, that's pretty cool."
"My parents bought it for me." He said proudly. "What are your parents like?... Are they mean or are they nice?"
"My parents..." A thousand memories flew through my mind instantly. "They were great, really great." I said a little too fast.
"You are talking in the past tense..." Easton looked at me confused a little bit as if to know if it was simply a mistake or if I meant it.
I immediately turned away trying to bottle up my feelings, but I couldn't. A single tear still went down my cheek without my permission.
Easton was by my side now.
"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked brushing away a strain of hair that fell on my face.
I shook my head and went to a different part of the classroom, since there was nowhere else to go I sat down by the wall, hugging my legs.
I knew that I didn't want to talk about it. At least not now.
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