Mr. Bad Boy Vs. Miss.Attitude

||Detention Seeker||

Chapter 2 : Detention Seeker 

I was going to sit down, when I saw that some guy was lying on the bench with his head buried in a hoodie. Okay now you must be thinking that if his face is covered then how I can say that it’s a guy. Well let me tell you something. Almost all girls in this school wear short shorts and skirts. And yeah I never knew girls could have muscles. [Note the sarcasm]. I must be standing there for a long time because I heard someone clear their throat. I turn to see who it is and OH-NO! The sausage head.Mr.Grimson was shooting daggers at me.

 “N'importe lequel problème Miss.Michaelson? [Any Problem, Miss.Michaelson?]”

“Ah non... Pas de problem, Monsieur. [Ah no.. No problem, Sir.]”

“N'hésitez votre siège et s'asseoir [Then have your seat and sit down.]”

 Well Crap! Mr.Grimson wants me to sit down. I thought this seat was empty and when I come here to sit what do I get? A guy dozing off! And that Sausage Head staring at me angrily!! Agh...Way to no detention Rebbeca.

 “Er.. Excuse me, can you move?” I said to the sleeping beast. No Reply.

“Excuse me, can you move???” I raise my voice but not too much, so that the sausage can’t hear us. Still. No Reply.

“Hey you! Sleepy ass, move!!” I whisper yell angrily. NO REPLY.

God! This guy is pissing me off! Cool down, Rebbeca. Cool down. It’s the first day. No anger issues. I take a deep breath. Okay, One last shot if then also he doesn’t get up, he better be ready with a doctor’s appointment. Cause’ he’s gonna get it. HARD!

 “Can you like move your sleepy ass and give me some place to sit?” I said as calmly as I could, constraining my anger.

 “Fuck off.” A husky voice came from the hoodie. Alas A reply! Wait, what did he just say? Fuck off? How dare he?

 I was about to snap a comeback at that asshole when Mr.Grimson thought of speaking again.

 “Miss.Michaelson si vous avez décidé de faire un bout de détention de moi, alors vous pouvez rester là toute la journée. Si non, alors s'asseoir rapidement vers le bas vous retardez ma classe. [Miss.Michaelson if you are planning on getting a detention slip from me then you can stand there the whole day. If not then quickly sit down you are delaying my class.]” He snapped angrily. Oops! Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. But then again, when is he not angry. Especially at me.

 But what do I do now? I want to sit at the back but this sleeping beast ain’t moving and that sausage-head is threatening me with the common, ‘I’ll-give-you-a-detention’.

Conscience – You wanna get a detention?

Me- Hell no!

Conscience- So better move your lazy bum and sit somewhere else! It’s just the matter of one day.

Me- But... Kay’.

 I look around the class to find another seat. And to my horror only one seat is empty and it’s the second seat. No! I hate sitting in front. Well not exactly. But come on it’s French we’re talking about.

Conscience- Just one day! Now hurry up before you get the blue slip.

 I quickly send a death glare to the sleeping beast and then run to the empty seat and sit down. Mr.Sausage-Head mutters something under his breath and sighs. Now he will start the class and bore us with the history of French. But he didn’t start the class. I look up to see him grinning evilly at me. Uh-oh! What did I do? Shit man. He looked away and turned to the class.