Bex

Chapter 10:

"Are you crazy?!" Ben screeched at me. "Literally, I want to know; are you clinically insane?!"

"So I cut class yesterday. What's the big deal?" I continued to walk down the hall to detention.

"What's the big deal? Becca, I know you're 'trying to make a statement', but you still have your future to worry about." He stopped me, and the concern and sincerity in his hazel eyes almost made me melt with sadness.

  I don't really have that much of a future anymore, Benny. I'm sick. I'm dying.

  "Ben..." I wanted to tell him, but I couldn't. I just couldn't. "You don't have to worry about my future. I'll talk to you later."

  Something in his posture and eyes told me that's not what he wanted to hear, but he didn't protest. A little part of me died as I walked away from him without telling him what was wrong with me.

After a few minutes I finally found the hospitality room- where detention was being held. I never even knew we had a hospitality room, then again I never had detention before. When I walked in I see that it looks like any other regular old classroom. It has desks with a couple of ruff looking kids in them, a chalkboard, bookshelves, and a giant teachers desk in the front of the room.

And just my luck, the teacher sitting behind said desk is Mr. Jones. When he saw me a smug smile formed on his lips. Mr. Jones is- how would I put it nicely?- a sad, old man who has nothing better to do than make student's lives miserable.

"Well, well, nice of you to join us! You're late." I opened my mouth to explain, but he continued smugly. "Don't tell me, you had to go to the bathroom?"

"Actually, sir, I was a little lost until I followed the stench of sad and lonely to this room. So I owe you one." I smiled sweetly.

That wiped the smugness right off of his face. His dark beady eyes narrowed. "Do you want another detention, young lady?" I stood my ground as he continued to stare me down. "Take a seat."

Feeling like I had won, I sat down towards the back of the room. Mr. Jones droned on about the rules of detention: no talking, no using a cell phone, no having fun. I was so lost in thought I didn't even notice that someone sat down behind me.

"You sure know how to get under a guy's skin, Angel Eyes." Axel whispered.

The feeling of his hot breath on my ear sent shivers down my spine. I started to remember the night of the party; how it felt to be held in his strong arms, and how he smelt of cinnamon and leather. I was totally and completely aware of him in that moment. I tilted my face to the side slightly, and his warm breath hit my cheek.

"It's a special talent of mine." My whisper came out slightly breathless.

He chuckled, and I finally controlled my breathing enough to turn in my seat to face him.

"No surprise seeing you here."

  "But it is a surprise to see you here. I see you're still keeping up the act." He looked me up and down.

  "What's that supposed to mean?" I raised an annoyed eyebrow.

  "Well after the other night I thought you would hang up the 'bad girl' look and go back to who you are." He freaking smirked.

  "This is who I am!"

  "And why is that, hmmm?" His eyes studied me carefully, but I didn't dare squirm under his gaze. "What could possibly make good girl Rebecca Woods go bad?"

"You know my name?" I asked stunned.

"Of course I know your name. Why wouldn't I?"

"You always call me Angel Eyes; I just thought you called me that because you didn't know my name."