Model Behaviour

Getting help (17)

Oh my god.

I'm in my first ever detention.

With Thomas Wright.

I must not swear.

This is what I have to write 200 times. Fun huh?

Haha. Nope.

This is the worst punishment, ever. Like, is this legal? And as my lawyer tells me, I must always know my rights. And in this case, I don't.

"Psst."

Ignore him.

Imagine, double detention.

"Hey."

Ignore him!

"Gracie..." He sings.

Still ignore him.

"Oi! Gracie! Oi ya ugly mug!" He whisper-shouts in a fake cockney accent.

"What?!" I scream.

"You're doing your lines wrong." He smirks.

"Leave me alone." I turn my chair away from his chair.

"Use your hair band to pin two pens together."

"How would that help?"

He grabs my pen from my hand and pulls of a pen from his pocket. Just because he's Tom, he pulls my hair that I just pulled up, down.

"Tom!" I hiss.

He just ties the two pens and places them in my hand.

"Now write." He raises his eyebrows.

I reluctantly begin to write the phrase that I was copying, and darn, he was right. It writes two sentences instead of one.

"Cool." I smile at him.

"You know, what you did today in the cafeteria was really cool..." He glance at me.

"What?" I dead-pan, surprised that Tom is paying me a compliment.

"Your little cheer audition." His lips twitch.

"I hate peppy-teen-girl-sluts, don't you?" I blink at him sweetly.

"No, they are fun."

He pouts.

"Oh yeah, I bet they are fun." I scowl at him, waiting for some dirty joke innuendo.

"Their fun in bed..." He waggles his eyebrows up and down.

"Eww... Cooties." I nudge him.

"Now as soon as you finish your detention, we can leave." He looks away.

"We?" I raise my eyebrow.

"It wold he unfair to leave a sad, alone, loner all alone, would it not?" He smirks at me.

"Exactly my point, shall I call my chauffeur?" I smirk back, and get no reaction.

Of course.

It takes serious brain activity to analyse a joke, right.

Right.

"Really?"

"Sure, you might get lost, so I can't leave you alone, can I?" I pull out my phone.

"Ooh... I get it! WAIT, what?!" He tightens his jaw.

Then my car pulls up.

"See you later, pretty boy."

I kiss my index and tap his nose.

"Bye, miss Model."

He retorts as soon as I enter the car.

"Au revoir!"

I waggle my finders through the window to see his shocked face.

I'm so evil.

~.~*~.~

"Did you have a nice day today, sweetie?"

My parents called throughout dinner.

Basically dry oats.

"For the 17th time, mother!" I shout.

"Honey, we are worried about you."

My dad softens his voice.

"Dad, at 16, parents should have very strong views on teen dieting!" I stare at them, hoping they would get the message.

"We do." My mom snaps at me.

I only snort in laughter.

"What I'm trying to say is that parents should discourage teen dieting, and how society is distorting our minds with unrealistic models and how some people die because they want to be skinny and pretty." I ramble on and on.

"We are the society."

"Do you even listen to yourselves?!" I scream with frustration.

"Go to your bedroom."

"But-"

"Now!" My mother screams.

"No." I scowl at her.

"What did you say?"

"I said no. I'm going to the park, for a run. Oh and by the way, I perfected my cheer leading and pissed the captain off." I throw in the little detail.

And what do I do?

I walk out.

And slam the door in their gawking faces.

.~*~.

After walking for a few minutes I realise something; I have no idea where a park is.

So, Hello! I written this chapter using my phone, four hours spent in Starbucks and two peppermint ice teas. This is not edited, as most of my other chapters- I will edit everything as soon as I finish the actual book. And I'm planning on making this book fairly long, and yes, there should be a sequel... But right now I think I figured out the plot for this book, so I'm going with the flow! 

-Crazy_Dominika, over and out.