Zayn: "I told you we were gonna get caught!" you exclaim, leaning against his shoulder with his arm around your waist as you both head towards room 204 for detention. "I know, I know," he sighs, leaning over and kissing your cheek. "It was worth it though, wasn't it?" You two had skipped the last class of the day to get ice cream and walk around the park and you have to admit--it certainly was better than Algebra class. "It was," you smile, stepping into the classroom with a small sigh. "Me and my bad boy boyfriend in detention, this should be fun..."
Harry: "Oh my God, my parents are going to flip," you mumble, eying the bright pink detention slip in your hand. "Hey, it's okay," he promises, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. "I got detention, too. I'll just say it's my fault or something and you'll be off the hook. Plus, it's your first one so nothing'll happen." You look up at him doubtfully but a small smile falls over your lips when you see what's scribbled on the slip. "It says we got detention for 'participating in acts of physical affection in the hall'," you giggle, shoving the paper in your pocket. "Does it? Well, since we've already got detention," he smiles, leaning in close. "Let's participate in some more?"
Liam: "I'm so sorry I got you into this disaster," Liam frowns, sitting next to you in the tiny wooden desks of the detention classroom. "Liam, it's fine, we're lucky we didn't get in more trouble," you smile, eying the door to make sure the teacher still hasn't shown up. "I just can't believe we got in trouble for our school uniforms being a mess, meanwhile I just got into a fight with that jerk for touching you," he shakes his head in disbelief. "I guess we're lucky we didn't get in bigger trouble, I just can't believe that jerk got away scoff-free." You give him a small shrug and shake your head, leaning over your desk and giving his hand a squeeze. "I wouldn't say he got away scoff-free, you certainly gave him some punches that'll leave a lovely bruise."
Niall: "Niall! Why on Earth did we think this was a good idea?" you whisper, following the prinicpal to the detention room. He'd had a brilliant idea of spiking the punch at the school's dance and of course you'd played accomplice--you weren't one to pass up a risky dare. "We'll go down in our school's history though," he laughs softly, brushing a strand of hair from your cheek. "No canoodling," the principal says sharply, turning around. You both quickly move apart and give each other mischievousness smiles. "You know alcohol is prohibited on school grounds. Since you're both first time offenders I'm making the punishment light--only one week of detention. Don't let this happen again."
Louis: "That was priceless!" you laugh, walking out of detention and giving Louis a high-five. "Did you see her face? She was all like this," he replicates your teacher's exact expression and you both burst into another fit of laughter. "She hates us both now, definitely," you nod, holding his hand as you both cut across the school parking lot to his car. You'd just left detention and you two certainly hadn't learned your lesson. After your science teacher called you out for failing a test in front of the class, you'd defended yourself and when you got detention, Louis stood up and asked for a detention slip as well. Your teacher was surprised, but she gave him one anyway saying he was bound to be in detention sooner or later anyway. Classic.
