Now Or Never

Trash Can

Chapter 3 [Edited] :

"You're late." Mr. Hoaran, the poor dud that was stuck with detention duty for the winter semester. It worked for us, though, because he was literally the most uncaring and deadpan person I'd ever met in my life. He literally gave no f*cks.

"It takes time to achieve this level of perfection, of course I'm late." I whispered to myself, taking a seat in the front since all the ones in the back were taken. Stupid, stupid girl. You got to be on time to catch the fish. Nooooo, that's not the phrase. The early bird gets the worm, that's riiight.

I've had detention every Sunday since the beginning of the year, and I would probably continue to attend til the end.

I took my seat, pulling out my newest novel, Harry Potter and the Cursed Child. It had absolutely terrible reviews, but I would read a trash can if it was even remotely related to Harry Potter. Everyone was chattering around me and it was a bit difficult to concentrate, but I actually liked listening to their conversations. It was interesting, and certainly a huge insight into all these strangers' lives.

As usual, no one spoke to me. I didn't really mind though. It was better that way. I wanted it that way. People just befriend you at your best, and then ditch you once you fall. Plus, I'm the one who ignored everyone when I first enrolled. The only villain in this story is me. People are nice, I am a paranoid pessimist. 

It's been five months since I arrived in this prestigious hell hole, and I still haven't spoken a word to a single student. Not one. 

"Pssst..." someone whispered behind me. I didn't care, though, because it obviously wasn't directed towards me. 

"Pssst...Veronica. Rainbows and sunshine girl, I'm talkin' to you." They continued. 

I plugged in some earphones, annoyed, and soon enough, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and gave the dude an unimpressed look. Then I raised one eyebrow and looked at him like he was the scum of the earth. 

I didn't say anything, just stared at him for what seemed like eternity. He squirmed under my gaze, and then sighed dejectedly. "Uhhhh....never mind. Sorry for bothering you." he said, slinking behind a Science textbook. 

I turned back around, feeling satisfied. I still got it, bitches.

But you know, I couldn't help but be curious. I mean, what did he want to say? Because I knew that guy. His name was Kevin Schwolt, and he was that kid that everyone adores. You know, the one you really can't hate. He was someone you'd want your son to be like, smart and kind and extremely charming. 

But why am I wasting time thinking about him? He doesn't even matter. And I'm being an obsessed fangirl for pondering the shit out of myself about a guy that literally said three words to me. 

I shuddered. That's what happens when you talk to nobody for weeks. To save me from my internal misery, the announcement speakers screeched. One guy dramatically covered his ears with his hands, loudly muttering an "ouch", while another girl jumped out of her seat. And people ask me why I like to stick to myself.

"Sorry for the interruption. Veronica Cortez, please report to the main office. Veronica Cortez, to the office. Thank you." A lady - specifically our school secretary - said, in that obnoxious receptionist voice. I slumped in my seat, letting out an exasperated sigh.

Mr. Hoaran stared at me with an inquisitive expression and one eyebrow raised. "Well, you heard the boss. Get out."

It was a slingshot people, why must you overreact?! And anyways, you should be thanking me because I saved your panicked sorry asses. Man, I really hate this school. And I hate my parents even more for shoving me in here, after kicking me out of the damn house and leaving me homeless for three whole frickin' weeks!

I let out one more irritated sigh before gathering up my crap and walking out of detention, eyes glued to the ground.

A/N: Sorry about the cheesiness. I know the book is really boring, but it gets better. I hope it doesn't turn out super cheesy. It's not supposed too. Agh, I don't know how to start it off. I hate myself. Disgusting. 

- Mia