A/N
Okay, quick thing before we start this chapter, I, Ann, have renamed some of the characters. I have taken sole control of this account for the time being. Seeing as Cieran doesn't post on this account ever, I'm pretty sure it's gonna stay that way. I will be changing the plot line of this story almost completely to make sure I'm not going to get into an argument about me stealing ideas. Also, the one shot on my other account will be re-uploaded. Yeah, so here are the new names.
Allison= Allison Bradley
Cameron=Cameron Roberts
Taylor= Taylor Johnston
Miles=Matthew Ericson
Dani=Leigh Thompson
Jenny=Nevada Bryce
Aaron=Aaron Green
Nate=Will Sterling
Brendon=Blake Crawford
Allison's POV
There is one room in Allison's house that she cannot go into. That room is her father's office.
Allison doesn't know exactly what happens in there. Sometimes, she sees her father go in there alone, other times she sees women go in with him. She's not sure what to think of those women, but she knows that they are not her mother.
Her mother was a good person, that was something Allison firmly believed. Even if she wasn't around a lot, she was still Allison's mother. She hated that her mother was always out on business trips, but Allison knew that her mother only went on the trips to ensure that she had a good life.
Her father was a completely different story. He ignored her when she tried to talk to him and basically cared next to nothing about her. She knew that he was having affairs with other women while he was married to her mother. Allison had attempted to speak to him about it, but he straight up refused to bring it up.
Allison was a lonely kid. She didn't have any siblings, her father ignored her, and her mother was always away. It was tough, seeing as she didn't have very many friends either.
"Allison! Get up! I have to drive you to detention."
There's another thing. Allison was what you would describe as a delinquent. So she basically went to detention every Saturday for a few hours to be reminded of everything she had done wrong so far that year. Be late for every single class she had in the same week (Allison was particularly proud of this one), graffiti tag the inside of her locker, flip off her English teacher. You know, the usual.
And contrary to belief, Allison hadn't met any friends in detention. This wasn't the Breakfast Club for goodness' sake. This was real life. Allison tended to keep to herself. But that had never stopped her from observing the other people in detention.
First, there was Cameron Roberts. Also a quiet one, he was the outcast. He tended to keep to himself as well, but there were moments where he piped in with one of his snarky comments. He was bisexual and proud. Cameron never wasted a moment to remind his teachers about that, usually fighting back at their homophobic comments, which is why he was almost always in detention.
Next, there was Leigh Thompson. She never said a word to any of them. Leigh was the shy type. She was always scribbling things down in her notebook, earbuds blasting some Metallica. No one really knew what she was in detention for. Most people assumed that she got in trouble for tagging the art mural on the east side of the school. That was actually Allison's doing, she got about three months' detention for that. It was so worth it. Allison didn't know what Leigh was in for.
Lastly, there was Blake Crawford. He was the only one that Allison had ever talked to. Even if it was just to ask where the bathroom was. Blake wasn't a regular like Leigh Thompson and Cameron Roberts, but he popped into detention so much Allison considered him one. He was in because he basically made out with every girl in the freshman year, twice. And always in the same exact spot. Middle of the quad at lunch, creating a lot of commotion. People would call him a bad boy.
The car ride to the school was silent. It always was. She and her father had been through this ritual more times than she could count so there was no first day "I'm so disappointed in you" talk. Just the same eerie silence that was usually broken by one of them turning on the radio, changing it from the oldies' channel to the news. Back and forth, back and forth. Allison's life felt like a juvenile ping pong game.
There was something different at detention that day, Allison deems. There seem to be more cars lined up on the street, more mothers scolding their children for getting in trouble. She was right because moments after she stepped out of her car, earning a grunt goodbye from her father, she saw him.
Matthew Ericson.
