"Are you scared because your dad is the sheriff?"
"Why do you keep on asking me that?"
"I won't stop until I get a proper answer."
Lana Jane Willson, just a depressed and misunderstood geeky teenager because of her glasses and her dad being the Sher...
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Song: Chocolate
Artist: The 1975
Hushed Voices
I let out a groan as I opened the doors to the empty room. It was Friday afternoon and nobody managed to get detention but me, and of course Blake.
Turns out Blake didn't see the teacher when he was driving so Mrs Singleton caught us immediately and let me tell you Mrs Singleton is strict and always had a scowl on her face. She's in her mid forties and she always has a tight bun. Heaven knows how she knows my last name; I'm not even in her class!
Mr George was quietly seated at the teachers' desk. He looked at me with a cold stare of 'I'd be anywhere but here' he has no choice though; he signed up for this weeks detention. This was my second and hopefully last detention.
"Afternoon sir." I said as I walked past him, he gave me a slow nod as I sat in the middle of the classroom. I looked around at the empty desks.
Where is Blake Gunner?
Is he leaving me here all alone for the next two hours?!
I'll get bored staring at the old teacher who will soon fall asleep. My thoughts were interrupted when a door slammed. Which startled Mr George and I as we saw Blake walking in with a straight face.
Oh no...don't sit next to me with that attitude boy.
"Mr Gunner...you are-"
"Does it look like I care? At least I'm here." Blake snapped looking at the teacher; Mr George didn't feel like arguing so he just got back to reading his newspaper.
I was praying softly as I heard the chair next to me scream at the noise it made. I opened my one eye to see Blake sitting right next me. I looked around at the empty seats and then back at him. Of all places he could sit, he chose the seat right next to me.
"What crawled up your ass and died?" I asked as he stared out the window. He propped his legs up on the table and glanced at me.
"I was late because Mr Basil was talking about my grades." He huffed as he crossed his arms over his chest. Mr Basil taught Biology, which I wasn't in and I am glad because that teacher is more worried about cleanliness and 'using our inner voices' whatever the hell that means than the actual class. I mean his a freaking Biology teacher for peats sake!
"What's wrong with your grades?" I asked looking at him.
I didn't want to ask because Blake was only in my photography class (which he bunked) and P.E class so I couldn't really tell what kind of grades he had.
"My grades are fine...I just have to explain sh*t more and use more scientific terms." He said rolling his eyes.
"What kind of grades do you get?" I asked getting a bit curious.
"Not straight A's like you nerd." He said laughing dryly.
"Come on dude...maybe I can help?" I said rolling my eyes at his statement. Everyone says that and it's really annoying at times.
"I get the average...C's and B's." he shrugged.
"It's okay don't worry I'll make it." He said waving me off. I slowly nodded as I looked at Mr George who was about to fall asleep.
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