The Detention (Quicksilver X Reader One-Shot)

The Detention

(Fanficiton Contest- #SEPTEMBER2K16 : Word Count: 1,320)
Your POV:
I watched my reflection in the freshly waxed floor as I walked through the abandoned hallway. I counted the lockers as I moved past.
11...12...13...
I stopped at fifteen a pulled out "The Great Gatsby," the book that just so happened to be my weekly read that day.
I was supposed to be in biology class then, but everyday I would ask the teacher to use the bathroom at promptly 1:30, so I could read in the empty hallway alone.
I turned the corner and stopped in my tracks. There, I saw my black-hearted history teacher ducted taped to the wall...
"What the—"
I was interrupted by the sound of my angry principal's voice down the hall.
"Hey! Stop right there!"
"Oh shit," I said to myself as he made his way towards me.
"This is a serious offense, young lady."
"It wasn't me! I was just passing by and—"
"I don't see anyone else here in the hallway. Do you?"
I felt an odd breeze blow past and narrowed my brows in confusion. My principal was now furious.
"Young lady! Answer me when I'm talking to you! Do you see anyone else in this hallway besides yourself?"
I sighed,
"No sir."
"Exactly. I should suspend you but you rarely act up, so I'm going to do you a favor and only give you three weeks detention and a call home. Are we clear?"
"Yes."
"Now, get back to class."
I rolled my eyes as I walked away. Great, now I have three weeks worth of detentions on my next to perfect permanent record.
The ear-piercing bell rang, signaling the beginning of detention. I walked into the classroom quietly, hoping the detention moderator wouldn't notice I was late. She finished scratching words onto the chalkboard and turned towards me.
"Are you able to tell time?"
"Yes ma'am," I replied.
"Then you better have a good reason as to why you're late."
"I, uh, didn't know where detention was held."
A light snicker omitted from the rest of the students in the room and she replied,
"Yes, well next time I expect you to be more punctual."
She turned to address everyone in the room now,
"Okay. You all now the drill, it's not like this is your first time here for most of you. I expect no fooling around of any kind."
She directed her attention to a boy with silver-dyed hair in the corner and added,
"That means you, Maximoff."
"Ms. Slater, when have I ever been one to cause trouble?" he said with a smirk.
She gave him a foul stare and continued talking about the rules.
I'd seen that boy before. We had the same biology class, but he rarely ever showed up. I had rarely ever seen him without his headphones and his Pink Floyd t-shirt.
At the time, I couldn't really put my finger on it, but I knew something about him was odd.
Ms. Slater finished speaking and briefly left the room for a moment. I turned my head and the boy was now sitting next to me.
"So what'd you do to get in here?"
"How'd you get here so fast?" I asked.
He disregarded my question and said,
"I've never seen you get in trouble before. You must've done something really bad for them to actually put you in here. What'd you do?"
"It wasn't even my fault, really. Some idiot ducted taped Mr. Gallagher to the wall and I got the blame for it."
"Huh. That blows."
"Tell me about it. What about you? Why are you here?"
He laughed a little and replied,
"It would probably be easier to give you the reasons I shouldn't be here. Mainly because of ditching school, I guess."
He paused before asking,
"So what's your name?"
"___."
The moderator suddenly returned, wheeling a giant box television into the room. I looked back and saw the boy was back in his seat in the corner just as before. She adjusted the antennas and turned on the news before saying,
"By the end of this session, I want to see everyone turn in a report on today's news. Anyone who doesn't finish will be staying an extra fifteen minutes."
I laid my head down on the table and listened to the news drone on:
A recent study has found an increase of mutants, humans with super abilities, among the population. A mutant that goes by the name of "Magneto" is currently under suspicion of the assassination of President John F. Kennedy three years ago in 1968. People are now concerned about society's well-being with mutants around and debating whether the government should lock them up.
A loud bang suddenly rang throughout the hall and Ms. Slater quickly ran outside.
The boy returned to the seat next to me.
"What do you think that was?"
I shrugged my shoulders,
"I have no idea."
There was a brief silence before he stated,
"IV"
"Excuse me?"
"Led Zepplin. Their new album, IV. Have you listened to it?"
I nodded,
"Yeah, pretty good stuff. Stairway to Heaven makes the album."
He handed me his headphones and I slid them over my head.
There's a lady who's sure
All that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
When she gets there she knows
If the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for
He rustled through his bag for more cassettes and under spray-cans of paint I spotted rolls of ducted tape.
"Hey! You're the asshole that got me in here!" I said upset.
"I can explain, I-"
I cut him off,
"No, don't bother. Just get away from me."
I took off his headphones and threw them at him as he walked back to his seat.
Minutes later, Ms. Slater returned frazzled.
"Students, it seems that one of the pipes in the hallway has burst open, so I'm letting you all go home early. But I expect that report on my desk before the bell rings tomorrow morning."
I heaved my backpack over my shoulder and began to walk out when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Wait! ___, I'm sorry I didn't mean for anyone to take the blame for the ducted tape thing."
I turned and looked him in the face,
"You know, whatever. It's over and done, we don't have to talk to each other ever again."
"But, I still want to talk to you. Can I walk you home?"
I bit my lip and nodded and he followed me out the door. We walked along the sidewalk and down the road.
"So who else do you listen to?" he questioned.
"Rolling Stones, the Doors..."
I motioned to his shirt and added,
"...Pink Floyd."
I stopped in my tracks and looked at him,
"The pipe. That was you wasn't it?"
He smirked and replied,
"You got me."
"How? How are you doing all these things?"
For the first time, he was actually silent and stared at the ground. I continued,
"You're a mutant, aren't you?"
"Yeah."
"What's your ability? Time manipulation or something?"
"Speed."
We remained quiet until we came across my front door. Before I entered he said,
"Please ___, I don't want this to necessarily be something going around. Can we just keep this between us?"
"It's safe with me. But you really should be less obvious about it."
He laughed,
"Yeah, I guess I gotta work on that. You should work on this though."
He handed me a cassette of "Meddle," Pink Floyd's new album. I flipped it over and the name "Peter Maximoff" was written in black marker. After unlocking my door I turned back and said,
"Bye Peter,"
but he was already gone.
Little did he know, he wasn't the only one with super abilities...