"What time is it?" Amelia asks, as she makes yet another cup of tea for the pair.
"6:45." Aimeeleigh replies, grabbing a biscuit.
"Alright, we've got ages." Amelia says, placing Aimeeleigh's cup in front of her. They both absentmindedly sing along to the 5SOS song playing (Want You Back check it out), until they decide to go and get ready to leave the house for their detention. They both leave the house in pyjama shorts and oversized hoodies, with their converse on. They are met with Mr Wang and Mr Im.
"Are we seriously being separated again?" Amelia asks, to which the teachers nod.
"Come on Aimeeleigh, we have to go set up the sports hall for the basketball game this evening." Mr Wang states, she lets out a sigh, but follows him anyway. Mr Im beckons Amelia over to him, then he leads her to his classroom.
"After the first hour you will be going to someone else, do you have anything you can do?" Mr Im asks.
"Sleep." Amelia replies bluntly, practically throwing herself into a chair.
"How about you read instead?" He asks.
"How about you fuck me instead?" Amelia replies.
"What was that?" Mr Im asks.
"Nothing." Amelia says, shrugging her shoulders.
"Ugh fine, go to sleep. I would've thought you'd got enough last night though." Mr Im states, grabbing one of the exercise books off of the large pile.
"No. I got none. Ah wait, are those the Lit books?" Amelia asks.
"Well, yeah I wouldn't be marking other subjects would I?" He responds, sarcasm evident in his tone.
"Clearly not. By the way, ignore the drawings and notes in my book." She says, before resting her head on her arms, then falling asleep.
Meanwhile, Aimeeleigh was having a wonderful time watching Mr Wang move things around the sports hall. Luckily he was wearing a tight top, meaning she got the amazing view of his muscles moving as he carries things.
"Are you going to sit and watch or actually help?" Mr Wang states, raising his eyebrows.
"Nah, I'm good with sitting and watching to be completely honest with you, Jackson." She responds.
"That's Mr Wang to you." He says, making her shake her head.
"Is it really though?" She questions, making him laugh.
"Yes. It is." He says, through his laughter.
"But, we're not in school hours." She replies.
"But, I'm still your teacher." He responds.
"That does not matter. I personally prefer Jackson." She states, shooting him a cheeky wink.
"Aight, fair enough. Now c'mon move your ass we gotta set this up." He replies, giving in.
"Ugh fine." She says, with a roll of her eyes and a loud sigh. She gets up from her seat at the bottom of the bleachers and walks over to the extremely hot P.E. teacher.
