|Falling for Octavia|

06 | Detention, again.

After I whispered the short sentence into Ryan's ears, he blushed deeply and wouldn't leave me alone for the rest of lesson. Talking about everything from his Dad who worked as a doctor to the party he was having that would apparently be the cure for all world problems.

But, the whole way through all I could muster to think about was the boy, two seats down with furrowed eyebrows and a clenched jaw.

I never wanted to have to result to best friend flirting -believe me. Ryan made me feel repulsed if I'm being honest, the way he had slept with nearly all the girls in the school by simply giving them a certain look. It baffles me to this day how some people will drop to their knees for someone with a good smile.

Nevertheless, can I honestly talk? I'm sticking my boobs high in the air to get my ex to notice me. The ex who preferred looking at my best friends cleavage more then my own. Congratufuckinglations, Octavia. You are messed up.

English was even worse that maths in a way. Angel refused to sit next to me in front of the whole class because apparently I'd been stealing her stuff. Anger bubbled ferociously inside me and I felt an urge to just grab her right then and there, pounding her to the floor with my bare fists.

Bitch slap the hoe out of her, wouldn't that be fun?

Sitting down in English by myself in a desk was a struggle to say he least. I ended up holding back a few tears as Angel sat in the corner gossiping with my so called allies and friends.

Worst of all, I got lectured hard at by the teacher for bunking my detention so I have an hour tonight and tomorrow night. I tried to swerve out of it by saying that yesterday I had to be dramatically rushed to A&E because I had nearly broken my leg but of course she didn't believe it.

Well she would've but Angel piped up and said, "but I saw you yesterday. You weren't in A&E. Maybe after you found me and Tyler-"

Miss cut her off then, giving me a small frown as she wavered me back to my table telling me to see her after school for the detention. I have nothing else to do so if I'm being true, I don't really mind going to it.

At lunch, I just sat in the toilets and ate the sandwich my sister had packed for me, I couldn't face going and sitting in the dinner hall so I gave up. Excusing myself from Eve and eating a peanut fricken butter sandwhich whilst hearing people come in and out to have a little (or long) piss.

Great fun.

So here I was, after school on my way to detention. For the second time in a row, hopefully nothing major would happen before I even got there. I just wanted to go home and do a face mask or something. I don't know.

"Octavia! Wait!" I hear someone call from behind and roll my eyes. Guess I spoke to soon.

I turned around to see Angel gliding, towards me, trying not to fall over in her high heels. I never noticed that she really loves the colour red. Everything about her is red, her hair, her lipstick, her skirt and most importantly I feel like she'd be red inside. Hm, like hell.

"What do you want?" I mutter and she grins at me.

Nope me a nice grin like a friendly 'I'm so sorry and hope we can be friends again' grin. More like a 'I hate you so much but I'm just a trying to show off how unnaturally white my teeth are' grin.

"I came go tell you that whatever game you're playing. Don't even try." She looks down at me and I feel a hitch in my throat as I stare up through my lashes at her. She didn't need to wear heels, without her she was already tall but this was just showing off her long legs now.