Emma's POV
I ended up getting a detention.
Just great.
It was the end of the day and most people had already left.
"Hey, you wanna come over to my house and do nothing?" Olivia asked, stuffing her books messily into her locker.
That's literally what we do everytime we hang out. Nothing.
"I wish I could but I have detention which means I'll miss the twins math lesson which means my mom won't be happy." I groaned.
"I can't make it either." Lauren commented.
"Nobody even invited you." Olivia joked.
"Well, if that's how it is." Lauren huffed, flicked her blonde hair over her shoulder and walked off.
I smiled and shook my head at my two best friends.
"Anyway, how did you even get a detention?"
"I was late to class. I got distracted." I muttered. The image of beautiful blue eyes suddenly popped into my mind, making a small smile appear on my face.
"You never get distracted." Olivia commented. "Wait!" She suddenly stopped in front of me, her brown eyes wide in excitement.
She gasped. "It was a boy!"
She let out another gasp. "It was Carter!"
She gasped. Again. "You like him!"
"Can you please stop doing that weird gasping thing. And no, I don't like Carter."
"Keep telling yourself that. I think you should give him a chance."
I gave too many chances and every time, I would get hurt.
"Maybe he's a good guy."
"I don't know, Liv." I sighed.
"Just think about it." Olivia gave me one last smile and headed out the doors.
I kept walking.
Should I give Carter a chance?
I walked into the detention room.
Speak of the devil.
Carter sat in the back at the far end of the classroom, fiddling with a pen. He looked up at the sound of the door.
"Miss Williams, please take a seat."
I nodded at Mr V and sat down at the back. In the seat farthest away from Carter.
I lay my head down on the desk.
I only had about five minutes of peace before I felt a tap on my shoulder.
I looked up to see Carter had moved to the seat next to me.
"What do you want?" I whispered harshly.
"I just wanted to say hi." He said and I was taken aback.
Usually he would call me babe or some other name or he would be asking me to go out with him. Never has he ever talked to me just to say hi.
"Um... hi." I replied.
"Why are you in detention?"
"I was late to class." I replied.
"First time in detention?" Carter asked, scribbling on the corner of the desk.
"No. It's my second time."
"Another word from you two and I'll give you double detention!"
Both of us looked up to see Mr V scolding two boys that were in the front seat.
He was not in a good mood.
"Hey, what are you doing next friday?" Carter whispered, ignoring the fact that if we got caught talking we'll have to spend another day in here.
"Um.. I don't know." I answered lamely.
"I was thinking maybe we could grab a bite to eat together."
Was he asking me out nicely? That's a first.
"I don't know." I whispered again hesitantly.
"Well... Think about it."
"Okay. Now stop talking to me befor-"
"Miss Williams? Why do I hear chattering?"
Because you have ears.
Before I could answer, Carter spoke up.
"No. It was me Mr V."
Why would he say that?
"Is that so? Detention Mr King."
Maybe Olivia was right. Maybe Carter King was a nice guy after afterall.
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"And where were you, young lady?" My mom asked me as soon as I stepped into the house.
She put her hands on her hips, waiting for an answer.
"I had detention."
"What did you do?"
"I was only a little bit late to class." Lie. I was soo late to class.
"Alright. It's nearly dinner time." She said, walking into the kitchen.
I sighed, relieved that she didn't ground me or anything.
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"What happened?!" Olivia half shouted at me from my laptop screen.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, totally confused.
"I know that Carter was in detention today. Did he say anything?"
"It was weird. He was being nice."
"Woah! That is weird. And perfect because he likes you!" She squealed.
"Olivia, just because a boy is nice to you it doesn't mean he likes you." I said slowly like she was a five year old.
"It does if it's Carter."
She's got a point.
