Dragging her feet as well as her tattered messenger bag along the hallway, Addison reached the door marked Detention and sighed before opening the door. True, she only had herself to blame for landing in detention but it was still a pain in the ass having to spend an hour and a half sat in a painfully hard chair while staring out of a smudged window.
From her regular seat, second from the back and closest to the window, Lisa Bowen gave Addison a friendly and welcoming smile as she slid into her own regular seat, back row and second closest to the window. Both Addison and Lisa were regulars in detention. Lisa was a small and pretty looking blonde whose looks never really went with her incredibly tough persona. Because of the way she looked, Lisa was often found being hit on by unsuspecting boys. Said boys would usually find themselves in the nurse's office, with either a bloody nose or bruised testicles and Lisa always found herself thrown into detention. While Addison and Lisa weren't what you would count as close friends, Lisa and Brigid got on quite well and had done since junior school. Addison was sure it was because both of them had quite fiery tempers but either way, it was nice having Lisa around sometimes.
"So who was the poor, senseless victim today?" Addison asked, pulling her sketch pad out of her bag. During her art class that afternoon, she'd started working on something for her portfolio. Still, she wasn't sure if the medium she'd chosen was good enough to go into her portfolio. She was half tempted to throw that thing away, though that may have been because she'd been staring at it for far too long.
"It was that asshole of a creep Ryan Cooper from my Psychology class. He tried to grab my ass so I threw a shoe at him." Lisa explained with an incredibly casual air. To be fair she had the right to sound causal about it because that really wasn't the worst thing she had done to a guy that had hit on her. She had actually broken a guy's arm when he had tried to hit on her before. "The damn shoe missed him because he leap out the way screaming like a girl but apparently my 'conduct' was 'less than acceptable' so here I am." Lisa added shrugging her shoulders.
"Cooper had it coming to him." Addison said shrugging her shoulders. She'd shared an English class with Cooper. A speck of dust had better views on their English assignments than Ryan Cooper.
"I'd agree with you there." Lisa said smirking before she rummaged in her bag for a second. "Gum?" she asked Addison holding out a pack of spearmint gum.
"Thanks" Addison said giving Lisa a rare smile. She threw a few pieces of gum into her mouth before placing her earphones into her ears and returning to her sketch. She drowned out everyone around her as music filled her ears and she hoped that the next few hours would go fairly quickly. Afterwards she could drag herself home. If God, or whoever was up there, was on Addison's side then her brothers would still be at work or just out the house.
The sketch still didn't look right. With an exasperated sigh, Addison threw her pencil down onto the table. Lisa looked up from the book she was reading and gave her a sympathetic look. She'd witnessed many an art related fit when it came to Addison. Just as she was about to say something to Lisa, the chair next to Addison scraped against the floor. This had the same effect on Addison as fingernails on a blackboard and caused her to shudder. Ripping out her earphones she turned to who it was that had pulled the chair out to glare at them. She realised that it was none other than Dylan Willis. Dylan gave her a mocking grin before he threw himself into his seat strangely full of refinement for someone so tall and broad looking. Addison raised an eyebrow before placing her earphones back in.
"Hey Lisa." Dylan said.
"Hey there Dylan." Addison heard Lisa reply in a friendly manner. That managed to draw her attention from the sketch in front of her. Turning to Lisa, she raised an eyebrow at her. "Dylan's in my psychology class" Lisa added with a shrug when she saw Addison's face.

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All Of Your Flaws
Teen Fiction"You can't hurt people if you don't let yourself get close to them. It's also easier to run." Those are the words eighteen-year-old Addison Harper has believed for the past few years. She's content with living that way until Dylan Willis crashes int...