Adi & Mikey

Chapter 1

~ Adriana's P.O.V. ~

The room was very plain, dull, and empty, besides the few desk dotted around the center. There was no posters or paintings on the walls, the teacher doesn't even stay in the same room. The teacher stays in the hallway, to patrol any hallway stragglers. The room was on the side of the building, so it had some windows, 3 to be exact. The windows were cracked open, sun light pierced through the blinds, and the wind glided into the room. It was fairly quiet in here, all you heard was muffled music coming from a few peoples' headphones and breathing. They called this room....detention.

I, Adriana Marie Martinez (Aye-dree-ah-nuh Muh-ree Mar-teen-ez), am in detention for the 4th time this week. I'm a junior in Lockwood High School. How did I get in here you may ask? I'm not the basic, cheerleading, damsel in distress, preppy girl. I'm what they call, the 'Bad Girl'. Everyone in the school is scared of me, I honestly don't know why, I've only been in Juvie twice, no biggie. You're probably thinking, 'Guys can't be afraid of a girl'. They can when I hit like a football player and have people in the streets to handle my light work, only as needed.

I sit at the back corner, closest to the windows, with my feet up on the desk. I twirl a pencil throughout my fingers with my left hand while I massage my bubblegum with my right hand. My hair is up in a messy bun, I have a black hoodie on with dark ripped jeans. My plain black Jordans are resting on the desk on my feet.

"U-Uh Adriana.."

I throw my head back while throwing my gum out the cracked window and slam my pencil on the desk. I groan "Whaaattt?!" It's silent. I sigh and sit up to see a girl in a cheerleader uniform, blonde straight hair, she wraps one arm around her books and uses one hand to twirl her hair nervously.

"Um, are you lost?" I say sarcastically.

She scratches the back of her neck lightly and starts stuttering. "U-Uh I-I was ju-just going t-to see..." I roll my eyes and yell "Spit it out already!" She starts shaking a little bit and she finally brought words together.

"Um, I heard that you could get people out of detention? I have cheerleading practice in 5 minutes, I really need to be there or I'm off the team..."

I raise one eyebrow and stare into her eyes. She tries her best to avoid eye contact. I sigh again. "Fine, go." She shrieks and thanks me as she passes me a $50 bill and slithers out of the classroom. I yell out "Johnson! Excuse little Ms. Innocent! She's free to go!" He waves his hand, signaling that he heard me.

This is what I get paid to do, I have connections around the town and I'm cool with most of the 'authority figures' around here. You get these perks when you have shady family members that are rich and know the streets. I'm only 16 years old and I have the worst reputations in the town, right above my Mikey. I never really understood why, I don't get into fights or problems regularly, I guess it's because the few big girls that challenged me, immediately regret it after I throw my first punch. What can I say? I got hands; my father started the training when I was 5. He was an MMA fighter so he taught me and my big brother how to fight. My brothers name is Michael Alexander Martinez (My-kuhl Ah-lex-an-der Mar-teen-ez), 18 years old, senior. My mom left us all before my dad started training us, but I still have aunts, uncles, cousins, and my dads parents here in town.

It was already 4 o'clock, detention ended. School ends at 2:30 and starts at 8:15 in the morning. I pushed my desk forward as I stood up and threw my bag over my shoulders. I felt someone breathing down my neck as I stood at my locker, throwing crumbled up paper in.

"Why the hell do I feel your hot ass breath on my neck?"

I slammed my locker and turned around with an attitude. I saw a tall boy, blue eyes, dark hair, nice tan, very big and muscular. He had his hands on his backpack straps and I noticed his bruised up knuckles with cuts and blood around them.