Detention | ✔

3. Instructed

I stood up and began running towards Calvin. Angrily shoving every combination out of my way to get to the back, I huffed and puffed. He stood up as I approached him and Jerry, then Miss Perris' voice shot across the room.

"What is going on over there?!"

I darted my head in her direction; she was already walking over to us. She stopped right in front of me, her eyes moving back and forth from me, Calvin and Jerry.

"You three are beginning to get on my nerves," she shot at us. "You, Jerry and Calvin, are the two most mischievous kids I have ever encountered."

She was waving those horrid sausages she called fingers directly in front of my face, and my eyes couldn't help but follow them as she pointed to Jerry and Calvin. She continued rambling on about the boys' behaviour and all that unimportant stuff, then she turned to me. I immediately went cold, my knees knocking together.

"And you, young man," her hands were now in her hips, "you were only here for ten minutes and you're already causing trouble."

My jaw dropped. Me? What the hell did I do?  I thought as Miss Perris continued to argue about me causing trouble. She quickly grabbed me by the arm, dragged me back to the front of the class and put me to sit in my combination.

"Don't you get up from here again," she instructed. "Unless you have to use the bathroom or you're leaving, this seat is your friend." She looked back at Calvin and Jerry, then instructed them to do the same. "...and the same applies for you two."

Just then, the classroom door opened and in came a familiar face; a girl. Not just any girl...but Anastasia Carmichael, the only girl I dreamed about almost every night. She was almost fourteen, and already started developing into the beautiful young lady I imagined she'd be. I was totally crushing on her, drool almost escaping my mouth. I had forgotten everything about my headache; it was subsiding, just enough so that I could have a pleasant afternoon with Anastasia. Staring at her made it so easy, too, as she entered - her smooth, blonde hair stopping just below her chin, and her blue eyes gleaming in the fair amount of sunlight entering the windows of the classroom.

A smile drew across her face when she saw me, but then immediately turned into a worrying look when she reached Miss Perris' desk.

Anastasia, constantly glancing at me, handed her a piece of paper - most likely the detention slip - then got sent to take a seat. She sat in the combination on my right, looked at me confused for a while, then punched me on the shoulder.

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I know in your notifications said that I updated this chapter, but honestly it was an accident, and I'm sorry.
But I hope that now that I've ACTUALLY updated the chapter, you enjoy reading it as I did typing it.
- Mardais