Excitement

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My algebra teacher yelled my name as her hand slammed on my desk causing me to jump as my huge art pad fell to the floor with a harsh slap.

What was the question?

"I-

"No, you know what, I'm taking this distraction. Next time something like this happens, it's detention." She sharply spoke pointing her finger all up in my face as she picked up my art pad furiously- obviously not caring if it falls apart.

"Wait, wait." I sighed. "If you give it back to me at the end of the class, I'll- I'll go to detention."

She paused. "Okay then, but this is your last chance. If this h-

"Yes maim," I interrupted crossing my arms over my chest as she scolded evilly at me.

She wonders why nobody likes her.

Once my last period was finished I walked down the practically empty hall to the vending machine by the rusted fountains.

I slipped in my crinkled dollar and for some reason I was expecting it to glide in easily without hassle, but of course that wasn't going to happen.

Am I seriously going to be late to detention for a crappy little bag of air, and ten Cheeto puffs?

I guess so.

After thirty-five years the bill finally went through the stupid slot, and the bag was stuck in that ring.

I groaned angrily as my foot slammed into side of the tall black machine, causing me to curse under my breath in pain.

Fun.

I leaned against the lockers as I closed my eyes taking in a deep breath.

"Casually fighting machines now, huh?" A deep voice chuckled, causing my eyes to open as I glanced over.

Of course Harry would conveniently be here in my one moment of struggle.

"Captivating, aren't I?" Rolling my eyes I spoke, positioning my bag strap on my shoulder and pushing off the lockers with my spare hand.

Just as I was about to walk away I heard a fist bang on the metal box, followed the glorious sound of a crisp bag falling down majestically as my head whooshed in his direction in record time.

"How the hell?" I stated in shock as he started flexing his tattooed arms that were exposed due to the fact he was wearing a cut up red flannel and I'm literally drooling.. because he is flaunting my chips around tauntingly.

"Like what you see?" he laughed making me snort.

Does every guy have to use the same cheesy ass line?

"Trust me, they're is absolutely nothing to see, you're just an average player who gets everything from his..." I paused, looking him up in down in disgust. "Looks."

"You've got a real smart mouth, don't you?"

"Apparently."

'Finders keepers' Was the only thing that he said before walking past me, his cologne permitting the surrounding air.

"You little," I grumbled as I limped behind him.

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Detention is almost over and the only thing I've been doing for the past forty-five minutes was sleep and stare down Harry as my snack sat in all its glory on the artificially lit desk next to mine.

When I finally heard the ringing of the timer I literally flew out of my seat and swooped past the desk Harry was occupying, scooping up the chips and speeding out the classroom like a mother of three on Black Friday.

He barely had the chance to catch up to me... well, that was until I tripped.

I literarily slid across the floor like an obese penguin.

This is my life.

I heard snickering beside me and I automatically knew who it was was coming from.

"Ooh, that was smooth," He spoke in an amused tone as he crouched down next to me as I sat against the locker.

"Thanks, I get it from you" I said frustratedly as I wobbled back up to my feet.

"Fair enough." he said smugly as he walked down the hall and out the entrance.

I just love embarrassing myself.

Almost immediately I was greeted by a -not so friendly- ankle cramp that literally made my eyes water, and In that very horrifying moment, I knew I was going to have to take a bus.

I haven't been on a bus in forever, and I don't know what I was expecting, but the bus was practically empty and strangely calming- the sun warming my skin as it the heat passed through the thick glass- but as soon as I got home I was greeted by my father sitting on his recliner with his arms crossed.

"What's up, dad." I spoke cautiously as I took off my back back and headed for the kitchen slowly.

"Don't you, 'what's up dad' me, get back here, now." he grumbled as he got up from his seat. I jumped at his sudden anger, turning around and walking towards him with my head hung low.

"Yes?" I nervously spoke as I looked up slowly, waiting for him to scream at me.

"Detention Jasmine, are you fucking serious?" he yelled, causing me to flinch back.

"Dad it wasn't-"

"I'm talking! First of all you got detention, but then you show up late; how can you show up late for detention, and of course you were with some boy."

Teachers are fucking sniches.

"It wasn't like that he was just..." I retorted while gesticulating franticly as I tried to find the right words.

Being an asshole.

"Oh, was he 'helping you out with something'; like, getting hot with you in the janitors closet." he spoke coldly.

"Yeah dad, I just love to make out with random guys next to a bucket of smelly water and moldy mops." I was outraged, my own father would just assume that I was late to detention for something inappropriate and stupid.

"Who was it, huh?" he laughed.

"I'm taking a shower," I will not just stand here and let him accuse me of something that I didn't do.

"Okay, I'm calling your teacher tomorrow and I'm asking her why you got detention, and I'll also make sure to ask her to give you extra work to do." He loudly spoke as I walked up the stairs as my right leg limped in pain.

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This has a lot of diologe ugh I hate that

I kinda hate this chapter for some reason :/

tell me if this story is good bc I don't want to keep writing it only to find out it sucks lmao

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