Breaking Free from Everyday

Chapter 10: Detention

Chapter 10: Detention

Parker

I really hate her. I mean it this time.

Can a girl really cause so many emotions to go through me? I actually felt bad for her and helped her in that cafeteria and what does she do in return?

She ditches me.

I shouldn't be upset. I shouldn't care if Melanie goes and does something with that little nerd. So why does it bug me?

It can't be because I like her. Because I don't. Not at all. That re-kindled feeling stuff you hear about in books, it can't be happening to me. I won't let it, because if I fall for Melanie a second time, I don't think I could ever forgive myself.

The worst part was that she most likely saw the shock, and probably the hurt that I felt, and she still went with it.

The rest of the day went by extremely slowly. I think I fell asleep actually at one point of my Biology class. And then again next period in History. I didn't see Melanie, and I was relieved. I don't know what would have happened if I had.

I was at my last period study hall. It was the best period by far, and I was ready for this crappy day to end.

And then I see someone I really don't want to see. A guy that really freaking pissed me off and I wouldn't mind beating up.

Benjamin Woodson was making his way over to my empty table in the library and I think I almost threw my pen at him.

The asshole actually sat across from me, pushing my notebook to the side. I twitched, hating when people touched my stuff. I groaned. Why couldn't I be left alone, just this once?

Well, really anytime.

I don't really enjoy people that much.

He smiled at me, like there was nothing wrong between the two of us. I think my glare sufficiently freaked him out.

His buggy green eyes pushed out even more. He was really weird looking.

"What do you want?" I ask, with a not-so-friendly tone.

He winced, but I resisted the smirk from showing on my face. He laughed nervously, and skimmed his hand over his buzzed blonde hair. "Just came over to talk man," he said, "you look like you needed some company."

Not buying it.

"What do you really want Woodson?" My voice was bored.

He slammed his hands on the table, making a resounding sound in the quiet room. "What do you want with Melanie Weston?" He demands, a cold edge to his voice.

"Nothing. She's all yours." It was the answer that had to be.

He looked disgusted. "Why would I want Melanie?"

Why was he repulsed by the idea?

"Well why the hell are you asking me about it?" I hear my voice raising above its whisper.

"Why would I be interested in her? She's my friend. And she's a cheerleader. Totally not my type." He says it like I'm stupid.

Can I give up?

"What's wrong with cheerleaders?" I was actually curious. They have nice bodies, at least, Melanie does.

Shut up Parker.

He smirked. "Someone's got their eyes set on a certain cheerleader, eh?" He wiggled his eyebrows like he was 5 and I really did throw my pen at him this time.