Why me?

Detention with the Brit

I glanced at the boy across the room and huff. Why did I have to be here? I crossed my arms and glared down at the desk. Why me?

"Will you quit?" The Brit asked me quite forcibly. "That's the umpteenth time you've done it in the past five minutes."

I rolled my eyes. "Fine whatever." I looked to the classroom door. "Where's Mr. Davidson at?"

As if on cue he walked through the doors. "Please excuse my late entrance." He apologized and set his bag along with his cup on his desk.

He turned and looked at the two of us. "So why did you gentlemen want to cause a distraction?"

"Well if he wasn't such a bloody twat we wouldn't be in this position." Arthur grumbled and shot a glare at me. "Now would we?"

I rolled my eyes. "Well it's not my fault you have like eight eyebrows!" I said and threw my hands up.

Arthur was about to say something when he was cut off by Mr. Davidson. "Enough you two!" He yelled which made both of us jump, he wasn't one for getting angry.

I bit my lip out of habit and twisted the fabric of my shirt between my fingers while Arthur looked down at his hands and fidgeted with his fingers. "Sorry sir." We said in unison.

Me. Davidson leaned against his desk. "You boys will have detention after school every Wednesday until you decide to behave. While in detention you will help me with whatever I ask of you. And you'll be working together on any upcoming projects."

My mouth dropped. Me and him? Partners? Plus spending more than enough time with each other? Oh no. This can't be happening.

Arthur's head shot upward as he stared at Mr. Davidson as if he had gone crazy. "What? More time with this twat?"

Mr. Davidson nodded. "Yes. You guys are going to have to get along or you aren't going to have a fun year."

"You've gotta be kidding me?" I mumbled under breath, which apparently wasn't quite enough for Arthur.

"Kidding you? Kidding you? Ha! I'm stuck with your stupid face for the rest of the year!" Arthur jumped up and slammed his hands down on the table, throwing his chair back. "If you would've kept your bloody mouth shut we wouldn't be in this damn situation!"

I sat there speechless, not knowing what to say but my dumb mouth had to utter, "oh uhh...stupid face?" Which caused Arthur to start throwing pencils at me while yelling, "You bloody pikey!"

"Oh dear." Mr. Davidson mumbled putting his fingers against his forehead. "Boys please stop before I make detention two days of the week."

I was too busy being pelted by pencils to pay much attention. "Can you fucking stop!" I yelled in frustration.

"That's it. Alfred Jones! Arthur Kirkland!" He yelled with an eye roll which caused both of us to freeze. "Detentions on Wednesdays and Fridays. Every week at 3:30 until 6:30. Also if you decide that you two still can't get along it will be extended to 7:00. Is that understood?" We both nodded frantically. "Good. You're dismissed. Please get home safely."

We both scrambled to get our things and booked it towards the door. I looked at Arthur, his cheeks blotted pink from embarrassment or anger, I didn't know. "Sorry about that." I stuttered out.

"Don't apologize. Just get out of my face." He spat and turned, walking off.

"Why me?" I mumbled with a sigh, a faint whisper coming from behind me. I stopped and looked back towards the boy, him muttering in annoyance. Though there was one thing I did catch out of his muttering. "Why me?"

A/N: Sorry this chapter was so late. Someone lost the chapter and the other forgot to finish it. Anyway we thought to leave a small note, translation pretty much. 'Pikey' would translate to 'white trash'. Sue me if I'm wrong but we got it from this website, http://septicscompanion.com/showcat.php?cat=insults. Anyway hope you enjoy the chapter.