Together or Apart

Chapter 5 - Trouble

C H A P T E R F I V E : TROUBLE

Scarlett's POV

The guilt I felt was powering and overcome me with such strength. I had already gotten a detention before class had even really begun. My forehead was sweating. Knowing I'd have to spend another hour and a half with Professor Asshole, and for the rest of the year as well. He was a jerk, no wonder he probably wasn't married.

The guy behind me stopped pinching and throwing notes to me, but that made me want to hurt him even more. He had gotten me in trouble, and I didn't do anything. I made it my best interest to talk some seriousness into him before class was over.

1 hour had passed and it was still 30 minutes until the class was over. I had forgotten all about the detention slip until I had felt another poke coming from behind me. I stayed as quiet as I could, and slapped him. The slap wasn't loud, nor did it hurt - but the guy made up his mind to whine about it.

This whine wasn't loud enough for Professor Douche to hear, but for me. It annoyed me to wits end. I breathed in and out, trying to display calmness. 20 minutes had passed, there was only 10 minutes to spare.

The asshole behind me had decided to give up, but I knew I still wanted to slap the shit out of him when we left. Once the bell rang I heard my name being called, not just by one person - but by three. Addison on the left of me was asking if it was best to show me around today or tomorrow. The guy behind me was just mimicking what Professor said and the Professor was calling me up to his desk.

Everyone emptied the room as I stood in front of his desk quietly. I was scared and wasn't sure how he would react to my behavior from two hours ago.

"Ms. McAllister, I think it's in your best interest to come to class tomorrow with the sign 'I won't pass notes' written on your forehead and to not disrupt class again." Right then and there I knew I had to do what I had to do - I had to punch the shit out of him and tell him to fuck off, so I did.

"Yes Professor." I said chickening out. Harvard was my only shot at becoming an amazing student with my moms high expectations.

"I don't expect you to read the note to me, but If you're ever caught passing or receiving a note you will be in trouble. Off to your break." He says mentioning me out of the room.

"He always chooses one student to bully for that day, and it just happened to be you." Said Addison sitting by me beside the tree in front of the Harvard sign. Addison wasn't worried about my reputation at the school, there were far worst things that have happened.

"Addison, do you by any chance know who that guy was who sat behind me?" I asked her.

"That was Holden. Holden Blythe - he got a scholarship here. We actually went to high school together." She said smiling just a little, it had seemed Addison had a teensy weeny crush on him. I decided to not go looking for him and to just stay out beside her and watch her eyes become dreamy.

As we're talking the ground that I'm looking at becomes dark, but not all of the grass, just enough to cover Addison and I up.

"Greg." Says Addison, in a modest way. "What are you doing here?"

"Just to introduce myself to the nice ass." He said laughing. Holden and him were probably best friends. I could see it now, they were sitting on the bench by the football stadium, Holden telling him about what had happened. Telling him how I got detention and he didn't.

I was urgent to just walk over to Greg and Holden and slap them both, but I resisted the urge only because I had already gotten my first detention. I didn't even know detention's existed in College. They were probably worse, or maybe easier. The thing is, I had never even been in detention and I planned on never going there again.

I decided to forget about my worries and go on to my next class and be prepared and be early. Once I arrived, another guy was already sitting in the back of the classroom. To avoid anyone poking my shoulder I went straight to the 6th row not leaving anyone any room to poke me

The room was filled with silence for a few sudden minutes until the guy beside me broke the ice.

"I'm Daniel Turner." He said. I recognized the same smirk-ish smile from his brother. I instantly knew to avoid the two of them, they both came from the same parents so they both had to be as equally bad. I turned away as if I hadn't heard him.

"What's your name?" He said again, he seemed more settle and softer than his brother but I didn't like the feeling.

As soon as he had asked me another question students came rushing in, filing into the seats one by one. I got out all the things I needed, and even got up and sat in the seat beside me so I didn't have to listen to Daniel.

I didn't get into trouble in my second hour of classes, but Daniel did stop me to talk to him.

"You've met my brother haven't you?" He asked me holding on to my wrists. Once he did that, my life flashed before my eyes to the exact same moment when Brent did the exact same thing. Except Brent's words were harsher and I knew him, this guy I hardly even knew - and he wasn't being mean at all.

I pulled away from his easy grasp and started to "speed walk" away from him. He caught my draft and turned away from me and didn't try to talk me again.

I pulled the detention slip that was in my backpack out and looked at the times that it was scheduled. I had lunch at this hour, but I guess for detention you have to eat in a certain room. I headed over to the designated area and sat down in a chair that was laid out.

Two others filed into the classroom and sat away from me, both of them being boys. One I had noticed earlier from Sign In's but the other I had not. The teacher quickly came in and sat in the desk before us.

"I am Mrs. Lowe, I am your student counselor and your behavior counselor. For the first 30 minutes of your detention you will be writing a 5 paragraph essay in why you are here today, and the behavior you took while doing so." She said taking her eyes off her book to look at us to say the words.

I got up and retrieved 2 pieces of paper, then sat back down and started writing my essay. I didn't have much to write about, being I didn't really do anything wrong. But I had remembered Professor Potter's words "If you're ever caught passing or recieving a note you will be in trouble." Maybe I got in trouble for retrieving the note, not giving it. Either way - I had gotten in trouble.

After detention and cleaning the white boards and suffering from hunger, I went back to my dorm. I had nothing else scheduled for today and I had nothing else to do. So I called Jack, he didn't answer so I didn't bother calling him again.

The door of the dorm swung open, and a crying Anne came walking in. I got up off my feet and rushed to the door. Her eyes were red, but she didn't look that bad. At east she didn't wear mascara, then she'd probably look horrible.

"What's wrong?" I asked her, rubbing her shoulder.

"My mom just called, and my father is dying." She says, crying endlessly. I thought maybe she'd say something along the lines of I failed a test or something, but no words of that sort came out of her mouth.

"I have to go to Texas before he dies." She says, running to her side of the room and shoving some clothes into a bag. "I'll be back by Friday, but if not then I'm probably too sad to come back." She says. She hurries out slamming the door in front of me, behind her.