Paper Birds

Chapter Thirteen

Melody's P.O.V 

I was late. Again.

Mrs Thomas waited for me, a detention paper already written in her hands.

"Ms Black." She said with her thin eyebrows rising up further on her large forehead as I approached her desk.

"I'm late." I'd say in a simple shrug, not knowing what else to say. 

"I noticed.." She reply with a sigh, handing me the slip. "I'd hate having to write this to you, but you've been acting out and about lately.." She leaned back in her seat, her arms folded over her chest.

"Yunno you don't have have to write these?" I make a very cheeky smile, waving the slip around. "Can't we just let this slide?"

"I let you get away with it within the 23 times you've been late to my class this quarter. I think there are so many chances I can give."

"B-but.." She lifted her hand, stopping me from giving her any excuses. "Cripes, I hate that word. Look Melody I like you, but I can't let you do what you want. Rules are rules."

And that was the end of it.

Once a teacher has use that line, there's nothing else you can do but take that stupid slip, go sit in your stupid seat, and shut your stupid mouth.

So I did, the slip half crumbled from being clutched in my angry hand.

Stupid hand.

Jeremy walked in the class room a half a minute later, his hands buried deep within his pockets.

Ms Thomas opened her mouth, getting ready to remind Jeremy that he was late, but he quickly cut her off.

"Principal's Office."

Ms Thomas tilts her head slightly, narrowing her eyes. "Without a pass?" 

"She wanted me to let you know." He says simply, as if it was obvious enough. "She said if you have any questions, you can call her yourself."

He nose wrinkles, as she let out a deep sigh. "Have a seat."  

He turns, a smile growing on his face as he sat behind me. As he passed  by my seat, I quickly hid the detention slip underneath my desk. 

Stupid Jeremy.  

"Okay everyone... Please take out your books and turn to page-" 

Why the fuck is he staring at me. 

I lost track of what she was saying, because I have a feeling that Jeremy is staring right at me. Even if my back was facing him, I could still feel that his eyes are on me. 

I shifted in my seat, as I turn back to look at the board behind him, to not make it look like I was trying to stare back at him. That'll be fucking creepy. 

Through my peripheral vision, it was more then obvious that he was looking at me. So I directed my eyes to him. 

His lips curled up to a subtle grin as I frowned at him. 

"Do your fucking work." I mouthed, as I turned back to my desk. 

"You know I lied right?" He whispered, leaning more forward against his desk. "I use that excuse all the time." 

"I know you were, and your an idiot for that." I whispered back, flipping through the pages of the book. 

"It's page one-hundred and four, you passed it like twice." 

Ugh. 

"Thanks fuckhead." 

"Anytime partner." 

It made me shiver, how he threw that word out so naturally. I turn around to face him "Could you not?"

"Whatever could you be referring too partner?" 

That made me shiver more. "That. You tossing that word out so freely, It's weird." 

"Yeah? So?" He folds his arms. "What's wrong with that?"

Gee I don't know, just a day ago we were enemies. 

"Nothing. Just nothing." I say, turning back around to face my book, with his eyes still on me.