I look up at Luke, and then back at Zayn, who doesn't look happy at all.
"What the fuck did you just say?" he asks, standing up from his seat.
"I asked her how she could fuck you but couldn't fuck me."
"Well first of all, dick sizes differ." Louis says from his seat.
Luke doesn't pay attention to him.
"Apologize and go away." Zayn says.
"I'm not going to apologize for stating a fact. She's a slut-"
Luke doesn't even get to finish his sentence because Zayn's fist is in his face. Someone yells and there are whispers of 'oh shit' coming from other tables.
"You're fucking pathetic Malik." Luke smiles as his nose bleeds. "Did you really fuck everyone here except of her and decided to try her out too?"
"I swear to God Luke if you don't shut up-" Zayn starts.
"You'll what? Punch me? Oh, I'm so scared, my knickers are wet."
Zayn doesn't waste any more time before he steps forward to punch him in the face.
Luke loses balance but doesn't fall on his ass like I expect him to; instead he clutches his cheek and looks at Zayn like he could murder him.
"Did you just fucking punch me?"
"I just fucking did." Zayn states, and then Luke lunges for him, slapping him before getting a punch in.
Zayn isn't phased by it; instead he tackles Luke to the ground and proceeds to punch him over and over until his nose is surely broken and there's blood oozing out of it.
"Malik! Black! What on earth are you doing?!" Mr. Flack yells as he comes to pull Zayn off of Luke.
Zayn looks like a crazed maniac, and tries to free himself out of Mr. Flack's grip, but to no success.
Mr. Grey comes to Luke's rescue a few seconds later by pulling him off the floor. He turns his head to look at Mr. James, who is quickly approaching our table.
"What on lord's name is going on? Are y'all crazy? Starting a fight in the middle of the day? Can't y'all take it outside at least?" he screams, gesticulating. "Black, get your ass to the nurse. And I want to hear the whole story! Who started it?"
He directs the question at our table. No one responds.
"Alright then, everyone at this table, including these two idiots is going to spend the rest of the week in detention!"
Everyone groans, and Mr. Flack interrupts us by sending us off to class and telling Luke to go to the nurse to put some ice on his face.
Zayn doesn't seem to be too hurt, but he's send to the nurse too, for precautionary measures.
The rest of the day is spent whispering about the fight, or hearing whispers about the fight and joining in. Everyone is on Zayn's side of course, and I even hear some girls saying how courageous it was of Zayn that he punched Luke.
Detention starts at three pm until six, and I have no idea what I'm going to do for three hours. On the plus side, I'm in detention with everyone at my table so it won't be that boring.
The tension in the room is however suffocating, because Luke is at one of the tables, and Zayn is sitting right across from him.
We've got Mr. James as our supervisor today, but we know we won't be as lucky tomorrow. Mr. James makes sure that the hallways are clear before he shuts the door and goes to sit on his desk, facing us as he crosses his arms over his chest.
"So can anyone tell me what in the world went on today? Why did you punch each other like crazy?"
Obviously everyone knows, but no one wants to go first. I see Zayn looking at me like he doesn't know whether I want Mr. James to find out, so I take it upon myself to explain the whole thing. I mean after all, the fight technically started because of me.
"I slept with Zayn." is probably not the best way to start a topic, especially with a teacher. But to hell with it, 90% of the people here are my friends and Mr. James is a Sex Ed teacher, so this shouldn't be news to him.
"You did what?" Mr. James asks, leaning forward.
"I slept with Zayn."
"Why you were with Luke?"
"No. A long time after that. But Luke was too mad about it for some reason-"
Luke perks up and interrupts me. "Because you didn't want to have sex with me, when we were together for like two months, but you slept with this poor excuse of a human being!"
"Luke, calm down." Mr. James warns, looking at him, and then at Niall. "So is this the reason the fight started?"
"He called her a slut, so I had every right to punch him and break his nose." Zayn explains, leaning back into his chair.
Everyone in the room is quiet, and I feel too exposed for some reason.
"So let me get this straight. Luke, you were mad because Renee slept with Zayn and not with you, then you called her a slut, and you're still wondering why Zayn punched you?"
Luke doesn't answer.
"So the conclusion is..." Mr. James continues, looking around the room and stopping when he sets his eyes on me. "Did you use a condom?"
Zayn and I are both silent.
"Did you use a condom?" Mr. James repeats himself, this time louder.
"No."
"What was that?"
I sigh. "No."
"Dammit! Weren't y'all listening when I was telling you about the risks of practicing unsafe sex? What if you get pregnant? What with happen then? Are you willing to jeopardize your future because you had sex once and weren't careful enough to use protection?"
I look down at my hands.
He has a point. But I'm supposed to get my period this Saturday so I have a few days left before I need to start panicking.
"I didn't come inside her." Zayn says, and Louis bursts out laughing, unable to contain himself anymore.
Everyone else is quiet.
"Seriously?" I ask, shaking my head. "You couldn't have kept that information to yourself?"
I find myself incredibly angry with Zayn, treating this whole ordeal like it's nothing, like my privacy doesn't matter.
"Why are you going off on me right now? I took your side-"
"Just drop it, okay?" I sigh. "Nevermind. Let's just change the subject."
Zayn looks at me weirdly before he sighs and turns his head back towards Mr. James. I stay silent for the rest of our time in detention, even though it's not that easy because I have to listen to all the shit Luke says to one of his friends who is always in detention, and Sophia's rambling about why Liam should stop drinking so much during the week.
Mr. James appears to be immune to all the irrelevant subjects that were debated during detention, because at six pm sharp he gathers his stuff and leaves with just a quick 'bye'.
"Rey." Zayn calls my name as I make my way out of the classroom, but I don't listen to him. I'm still mad about what he said just a couple of hours ago, so I continue walking down the hallway towards my locker.
He stops a few steps behind me, and leans against a nearby locker. I know he's waiting for me to gather my things so he can ambush me on my way to the exit, but I pay him no attention.
I close my locker and put my bag over my right shoulder, before I start walking away.
"Seriously? Stop." Zayn says and grabs my arm, making me stop and turning me around to face him.
"What, Zayn?"
