Echoes Down The Corridor

Detention...

A/N: Stupid Amiee - didn't read the Wattpad ToS properly and the last chapter may be slightly against the rules *hides in dark corner*...anyone know more on the rules of "appropriate content"? I may have to change some of the later parts :\ Anyway, enjoy :P

Walking into school, I'm feeling good as it's Wednesday B week, so today is my only English lesson of the week. The train was on time for once, and nothing can deflate my mood. Except...oh s***, I've not done my English homework, and it's due before break. I spent so much time last night messing up ‘Quadratic Equations’ and fantasizing about her, the side on "Proctor and Abby's tension at the end of Act 1" completely slipped from my mind. What am I meant to do? Then I smile, as I remember she's promised detention to everyone who doesn't hand it in without good reason. This could be one interesting detention...

As expected, I am the only person in the class to turn up without the homework or a forged note, so she comes to my desk at the end of the lesson whilst the rest of the class go to break.

"This isn't really good enough Abby" she complains. "You're normally so diligent about doing your work, what happened?"

She leans in closer and whispers in my ear: "Just because you’re my girlfriend, it doesn't mean you can be naughty and get away with it", she pulls away slowly, gently nibbling my ear lobe.

Two can play that game, I think to myself as I slowly drag my hand up her thigh, saying "I know, but I'm just a bad girl Miss".

Just as I am about to leave, what she referenced me as dawn's on me. She called me her girlfriend! "Girlfriend?" I ask her hesitantly.

"I'm sorry, are you not comfortable with that?" she says quickly, looking slightly crestfallen, so I promptly respond

"No Miss, I really like that you think of me in that way," her face brightens at this. "I just didn't want to presume…" I finish; we've both got grins spreading across our faces to rival the Cheshire Cat's. "One thing though, does this mean that I get to call you Sarah when we're alone?" I take her silent smile and the shake of her head as a "Yes" and head off for my break.

When I reach my friends, they're all eager to know what transpired in the classroom. I tell them that she's given me until next lesson - if it's not done by then, she'll lock me in the U7 store cupboard for the rest of the year, sending them all into hysterics.

"I think she's got a bit of a thing for you" Beth, one of my closest friends, says. An involuntary smile creeps over my lips: they have no idea...