This Girl has Issues...

Chapter 3: Hotter than Hot Potatoes

I dragged myself through the rest of my classes, dreading the detention I had gotten. I was worried as hell. I couldn't escape from this black mark on my record. I took a deep breath and continued walking to detention.

Let's just say school is easier than my life. And that's saying a lot. Because I don't have a life.

I couldn't handle it. School, I can handle.

Detention. I had reached room 34. The room for detention. I closed my eyes and prayed this was the first and last detention I ever got.

I trudged into the classroom and stared at three boys who were in there too. 

God, they were gorgeous. One of the boys had blond hair and hazel eyes. They were such a beautiful combination. His hair kept brushing in front of his eyes and it made him look so damn irresistible. But his abs, god his abs. His abs were perfectly hugging his black v-neck. Damn, he was a god. HE HAD SUCH CLEAR SKIN. His biceps flexed as he reached across the desk in boredom. GOD WHY.

Another boy had exquisite jet-black hair with exemplary pale green eyes. My heart fluttered at the sight of him. He too had abs that hugged his navy blue shirt. HIS ABS AND BICEPS. JESUS. He was definitely a duckboy.  But his hair looked so bloody perfect. (No i'm not English) Like if I ran my fingers through his hair, they would feel as soft as silk. Ugh, he could model for Calvin Klein for all I know. And he would be the freaking best at it.

The last boy was stretching his muscles and yawning in a sleepy state. His brown eyes were like chocolate, so delicious to look at. OMG HIS EYES. His luscious brown hair was falling onto his face. DAMN. Freaking hormones.

You'd tap all of them.

No, I wouldn't. Shut the HELL up Mavis!

His abs were perfectly defined under shirt. Like you could see his 8-pack seeping through his shirt. I should go to the gym. His olive skin had no blemishes of any sort. If only I could have nice skin. I almost forgot the most important part, his jawline. His jawline was chiseled and you could grate cheese on it! I love cheese.   

 Why are they so freaking flawless? 

I'm freaking broken and ugly. I'm useless. A nothing, a no one. Why I am I even here? Freaking depression. 

"Babe, are you going to keep checking us out or finally enter the room?" The brown eyed boy questioned.

"Hun," I reply in a flirty sarcastic tone, "I'm already in the room. There's the door and i went through it like five seconds ago." I smirked at him and stared at him because of my totally amazing comeback. Not.

"Feisty, I like it." I scoffed and rolled my eyes. Guys may be hot, but they are complete jerks. Cocky, egoistical idiots. I bet they don't know what one plus one is. 

I took my seat ready to slog through the 30 minutes of detention. 

I had nothing to do. I sat there fiddling with my sleeves, yanking on my chunky bracelets, and playing with my hair. 

These boys were probably the "bad boys" of the school, but how would I know? It's not like my life is a cliche in which the bad boy falls for the good girl. 

I'm no good girl. I'm a ruined girl. My life is full of shattered dreams and not a shred of hope. I may be "happy", but it's only a smile on my face and a song in my heart.

No social interaction had occurred between me and the boys during detention. I didn't even know their names. 

And you would like to know them right?

NO. I don't! I have enough problems in my life without boys.

Sure...

Leave me alone Mavis!

I didn't need more issues. Hehe. I got issues, but you got 'em too!

It's nice sometimes to talk to me, myself, and I. Oh it's just me, myself, I. Solo ride until I die. 'Cause I got me for life.

I walked right into that, didn't I? 

Yes you did.

I'm so bipolar.

A/N SOOOOOOOOO THOUGHTS??? 

SO PEOPLE WHO WILL NEVER READ THIS CUZ IT SUCKS VOTE COMMENT FAN IDK EAT A BLANKET.

BLANKETS ARE DELICIOUS. I SHOULD CHASE POTATOES AND MASH THEM AND CALL THEM MASHED POTATOES K BYEEEEEEEEEE oh and none of the lyrics are mine.