IMAGINES ▹ ROSS BUTLER

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( DETENTION ) 
by supersleuthjughead

Trouble wasn't something you found yourself in often. You were the good student with the highest grades, never truant and had a reputation for being nice and polite to everyone. It was one of the reasons why everyone enjoyed your company. You were usually the nicest, friendliest and most positive person around school. There'd only been one time you'd ever gotten into trouble and that was in second grade when you'd stole Jughead's hat off his head because you thought it was cool and put it on your own. He'd cried because you'd refused to give him it back so the teacher yelled at you, gave you a timeout and made you gave the hat back.

That was the only time in your whole sixteen years of age.

Up until today.

It had been a particularly bad morning. First the stupid alarm hadn't gone off making you half an hour late then the moment you stepped outside mother nature decided to work against you and send a mass of rainfall. There had been no time for the bus so you'd ran all the way to school getting splashed by the passing cars on the road. By the time you got to school you were drenched, late and in the worst mood possible. Your usual happy smile was nowhere to be seen. Instead, you stormed into the classroom, threw your books down on the desk and sat yourself in your seat with a huff, arms crossed over your chest.

"(Y/N) when you're late to class, I expect a reason and for you to slide in without making a ruckus," the teacher glared at you now standing in front of your desk.

You scoffed. "Bite me."

The gasp of a few of your classmates could be heard, a shocked looked on your teacher's face that soon turned to thunder. "Get to the headmaster's office, now."

It wasn't until you were sat outside the headmaster's office next to Reggie Mantle when it really hit you that you'd messed up. The panic set in. Would this go on your permanent record? Would you get expelled? Suspended? Surely that was too much of a punishment for bad mouthing a teacher, right? Nervously chewing your nails, your leg bounced up and down in anticipation of what was about to happen. You'd never in your life been to see the headmaster for anything bad like this. This was quite possibly the worst day of your life. Maybe that was a bit dramatic but nothing like this ever happened to you.

"Chill, it's gonna be fine." You snapped your head to your right to see Reggie looking at you, an amused look on his face. "What's the school's resident goody two shoes doing sat outside the headmaster's office, huh?"

"Shutup, Reggie," you said timidly. Reggie wasn't exactly someone you were on great terms with. At any given opportunity, he and his squad were always hurling comments at you and your best friend Jughead. It was mainly at Jughead more than you although you did get the occasional comment every now and then. You were loyal to Jug, though. He'd never admit it, but you knew how much it bothered him when they were always on at him.

"Aw, come on," Reggie started, arms folded over his chest.

"No. You're rude and mean and full of yourself and I don't want to talk to you so just lea-"

Before you could finish your sentence, the headmaster stepped out of his office, calling you in. You gulped, picking your bag up and walking in the room to meet your fate.

"Feels weird dropping you off at detention," Jughead chuckled, coming to a stop outside the door that had detention on the front of it. You frowned, leaning against the wall.

"Don't laugh, Juggie. This is the worst day of my life."

"Oh god, can you get any more dramatic?"