Reader x crush

Detention

Ah, detention. It's like a second home to you. Sit in a big classroom, full of other rebel children for an hour, and you leave. Pretty simple, until your school decided to completely 'remodel' the detention system. Starting today, they assigned you a partner, and sent you to do 'service' for the school. Ugh. Stupid public school system.

The detention monitor looked at the group of kids and began to pick pairs off the top of her head. "Miss (L/n), you will be working with... Mr. (C/l/n)."

What?! (C/n)? What's he doing in detention?

(C/n) was a perfect little angel child who never got a detention. You on the other hand, were a regular. Every detention monitor there was knew you by name. You had a beautiful collection of pink slips. A/n: I write from experience

Not that you were a bad kid or anything. You were just... Expressive of your thoughts and opinions, which apparently is strictly forbidden at schools everywhere.

"You two will be cleaning out... The art room." Ugh. The art rooms no doubt the messiest room in the school. Welp, at least I get to be with (C/n).

"Alright, boys and girls. Get to work."

You sighed and slid off the desk you were sitting on top of, walking over to (C/n).

"Hey." You spoke coolly.

"Uh, hey." He hesitated.

"Ready to clean the art room?" You asked with sarcastic enthusiasm.

"I Guess so." You lead the way to the little room at the far end of the hall in the basement.

"So have you ever actually had a detention before, golden boy?" You teased.

"Hey! I had one...once... In the third grade." You both laughed.

"What did you do in third grade that was bad enough to get you detention?!" You questioned, as you laughed and began to wash and put away plain brushes.

"Well, I had a project due on the state of Alaska. So I researched for days wrote a report, proofread it about 100 times, and I was really proud of my work. The only flaw was my 'public speaking', because I stuttered. So the teacher, Ms. O'Connell, ended up giving me a D for the whole project!" He ranted, obviously still a little mad about the incident.

"So this resulted in you getting in a detention.. How?" You asked in a get to the point sort of tone.

"Oh yeah! So I was soooo pissed at Ms. O'Connell so I put chewed up Gum in her chair."

You burst out laughing, "you did not!"

He threw his hands up in surrender, "hey, I was mad, I deserved an A on that project."

"Hah! Well sounds like she deserved it."

"Yeah, but afterward I felt so bad that I went to the vice principal's office and turned myself in."

"Aww you were such a good kid!" You smiled.

"What do you mean 'were'?" (C/n) pretended to be deeply offended.

"Well you're here with me in detention now, sooo..." You called him out. "Hey why are you here?"

His playful expression turned solemn, he looked away from you and quickly turned the question on you. "Why are you here?"

??Uh I asked him first? Ok, whatever I'll just go first. "I kinda got in an argument with Mr. Hart about why dress codes are unjustly shaming women's bodies as 'inappropriate' -and 'distracting', thus endorsing rape culture. He said I was 'way out of line' for talking about our school regulations negatively, and that I need to 'keep my rude opinions to myself. Then he gave me a pink slip." You concluded.

(C/n) listened intently the whole time. "Wow. I wish I could do that. To stand up to your superiors and fight for what you believe in.." He stared at you admiringly, and you blushed and looked away for a second.

"Well, I told you mine, now you gotta tell me yours." You said sort of awkwardly.

Again, he looked anywhere but your face, "I-I don't wanna. It's embarrassing." You could see his cheeks were a light shade of pink.

"Oh, c'mon it can't be that bad." You assured.

He sighed heavily, "well, I didn't really have detention," you gave him a confused look and he continued, "I-I kinda just showed up at detention s-so I could talk to this girl I like." When he finished he was tomato red. A/n: Breakfast club, anyone?

Oh. That kinda hurts.

You put on a fake smile, "well, sorry you didn't get the chance to talk to her. Ha. You got stuck with me." You just wanted to leave, but you couldn't.

"W-well actually I did get to talk to her." You looked at him, sad and exasperatedly confused. He sighed again, "it's you, (Y/n)."

OOOOOOOH SHÏT. NOW I FEEL STUPID. AND REALLY HAPPY.

"I know, you'd never like me back, but I just wanted to-"

He was interrupted with a kiss, which, after the initial shock, he accepted.

You smiled at him, you were the happiest rebel child in the world, and he smirked back

"I should get detention more often."

A/n: Whoo I actually kinda like this one. I kinda just realised in like every imagine I get off track and rant about women's rights? Oops. I'm just going to make that the moral of this book. *Boys are cute but there are things that are more important in life*

Anyways, the next update will be Babysitter Pt. 2, as requested!! I really appreciate feedback:)

The original rebel child,

~Xanna