I felt Michael's eyes on me and when I looked up, I met his bright green eyes. I blushed slightly, looking back down at my book.
"Hey." Michael whispered, tapping my desk.
I looked up at him and gently batted my eyelashes. He smiled at me.
"You look pretty today Bunny."
I blushed and stuttered out a Thank You. He pulled out his phone and showed it to me, a silent request for me to take out mine. I nodded, watching his thumbs move over the device.
Then I felt the sudden surge of realization run through my body, "M-Mikey, d-don't." I whispered, but it was too late, my phone was ringing at maximum volume.
I winced and rushed to grab it from my desk and turn it off.
"Clifford! Phones in class?" Mrs. Simmons, the substitute, demanded.
I bit my lip, looking up at the former Spanish Teacher. She hated me with every cell in her body.
"Maybe since you think texting is more important than your education, you could read it out loud." She said, hands poised on her hips.
"I'd rather n-not..." I said, hoping I could get away with it.
She put her hand out and I shakily gave over my phone. She wouldn't know I was texting Michael; I had changed his name.
She looked at my phone, her face showing her disgust in what Michael had sent. I looked down at my book. I didn't know what it said and Michael never has a filter on himself. He says exactly what he means.
Then I heard Michael's phone blare. I looked up and watched as Mrs. Simmons took his phone as well.
"You will get these back at the end of the day-" she started but the bell rang.
Michael took both phones as soon as the bell sounded, handing me my phone. I clutched the valued metal in my hands.
"Detention. Both of you." She growled.
I nodded quickly and grabbed my things. She handed us detention slips and I followed Michael out of the English room. He'd know where the detention room is.
"Check your phone."
I obeyed, unlocking my phone and going to my recent texts.
From: Daddyyy
You look so pretty baby I just wanna pin you to the desk and kiss your pretty little thighs until youre all wet
I gasped, looking up at the red haired boy, "She probably thinks I'm some freak now!"
"Does it really matter what she thinks?" He asked as I nearly got knocked over by some freshmens rushing to leave the building.
"Watch where your going!" Michael spat at them.
"Sorry." "Sorry." They whimpered, scurrying off.
"They were fine." I mumbled softly, rubbing my shoulder.
"You could've gotten hurt." My brother stated.
"I'm fine." I replied, "But thanks."
He smiled softly, ruffling my hair, "Michael! My hair took me twenty minutes!"
"Awh boohoo." Michael fake pouted.
I gave him a real pout, trying to put my hair back up into a quiff.
"Meanie."
"Uh huh. Whatever you say." He replied, opening the door to the detention room.
I mumbled out a thank you, before giving the detention monitor my detention slip. Michael followed in suit and we found spots near the window. I chose the first seat while Michael reluctantly sat behind me.
"I hate sitting near the front." He grumbled.
"You can sit in the back. I want to sit here." I told him.
Michael sighed and rubbed between my shoulder blades softly. He stopped when three more boys walked in.
"Oh, look. A pretty princess has joined us today." The one brunet smirked.
"Leave him alone Matt." Michael stated.
He looked at Mikey, "No. I want to talk to him."
I watched as Matt crouched down in front of my desk, "Hey princess. Doing anything to night?"
His hands were under the desk so I couldn't see what he was doing, but Michael did.
"You touch him and I'll kill you." Michael growled, standing up.
"Oh will you?" Matt challenged, standing up as well.
"M-Mikey d-don't." I stuttered, shakingly standing up between the two.
"Yeah Mikey. Duh-duh-duh-don't-tuh-tuh." Matt mocked.
Michael stepped around me and punched Matt square in the face. Matt pushed me down in my seat before slamming his fist into Michael's face.
"CLIFFORD! TOMLINSON!"
The teacher shouting didn't break up the fight, they continued to brawl until Michael had him pinned down on the ground.
"DON'T EVER TALK TO HIM LIKE THAT YOU WORTHLESS A.SSHOLE!" Michael shouted.
I whimpered as I watched. The detention monitor had gotten two other teachers in here and they were trying to get the two boys away from each other.
"You're both going to the principals office! Now!"
