Only Hers

Chapter Two: May I Help You?

Soo, new chapter for y'all! Hope you enjoyed the last one! Please tell me in the comments what you think of the story!

So here is the second chapter of Only Hers!

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Ava's POV

Aw shit.

As I look back at his smirking face, I don't why I didn't realize that he might have detention too due to his record. He probably has it every day, now that I think of it.

Dean, along with Chris, also had detention as the both of them were sitting in the room with no teacher in sight.

I sit away from them, letting my bag fall to the floor and hoping they won't make conversation with me. But I guess luck isn't on my side as I hear two chairs scrape up in front of me.

I look up wide eyed to see Dean and Chris both staring at me with smirks.

"May I help you?" I ask them and Chris chuckles.

"Actually you can. You see, I still don't know you're name." Chris says.

I raise an eyebrow. "Well you can keep on wondering cause I'm not going to give it."

He bites his lip. Holy fuck. "Feisty. Never pegged you as that but still, I like it."

A blush rises to my cheeks causing him to chuckle and I turn away quickly. Then the door opens abruptly and a teacher walks in.

"Ah, Miss. Ava Mills I presume?" Mr.Hardwick asks and I nod.

He walks up to me and takes my detention slip. He then chuckles. "Ms. Foster is quite the hard teacher. But since this is your first detention, it'll be pretty quick." He smiles at me.

I smile back. "Thank you, Mr. Hardwick."

He nods then looks at the two boys in front of me. "You two better not cause any trouble today."

They nod, smirking. "Of course, Mr. H." Dean replies.

Mr. Hardwick sighs. "Alright, I have to leave the room so behave yourselves boys." He says strictly then walks out of the room, shutting it.

I feel a hand on my jean pocket and next thing you know Christopher has my phone.

I try to snatch back. "Christopher! Give it back!" I exclaim.

He chuckles, shaking his head. He taps on my phone then pouts a little bit. "What's your password?"

I smirk. "Not telling."

He sighs heavily. "Fine." With that, he gives my phone back but then smirks at me again.

What is with this guy and smirking?

"So Ava Mills is your name?" He asks and I nod.

He clicks his tongue. "Interesting."

I stare at him confused. "Why?"

"Just is." He replies curtly.