detention ➳ e.n.

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ethan

I reluctantly made my way over to the detention hall. It's pretty dumb that Miss Silver gave me a detention for zoning out in class. Although, I guess that's quite out of character for me, given that I'm practically a full-time drama geek. Still, I wasn't happy about the fact that I had to waste an hour after school in a room with a grumpy underpaid teacher and teenagers who are going through their rebellious stage or whatever.

Just my scene.

I took a deep breath as I arrived at the detention hall. I opened the door to find an empty room with only a teacher in it, slouching at the front and not really paying attention. I took a seat near the back, where I had a good view of a clock, and sat back in my seat. Only 59 minutes and 30 seconds to go...

It was a little strange that nobody else was there yet, but I figured not many people had managed to get a detention on the first day back from break.

However, as I was thinking that, the door flung open and I heard a loud sigh from behind me. I look over my shoulder to see a girl with long, dark hair and green eyes looking stressed enter the room. She muttered out 'Sorry, Sir.' Before slumping down a couple seats away from me. She looked over at me and we made eye contact, but she didn't show any emotion. She turned away and stared towards the front of the hall, clearly not happy with having to be there.

I turned my attention to my notes in front of me and tried not to think about the girl beside me. Come on, Ethan, you might as well catch up on the work you missed when you weren't paying attention. I started to focus more on the words in front of me, zoning out from reality slightly, until the grumpy old man at the front (who I believed was called Mr Watterson) looked up at me and the girl and huffed.

'Be back in 15. Don't you dare move.' He ordered before swiftly exiting the room. Well shit.

I sat there awkwardly for a bit, suddenly very aware of the silence filling the room. I was wondering if she had noticed it too.

Now I had the awkward situation of deciding whether to try and make conversation with this girl or not. I usually try to be friendly, but I'm pretty sure she's on the more popular side of our year so she probably won't take much interest in small talk with a drama nerd. I sighed.

Just as this thought crossed my mind, I heard a voice coming from my left.

'So, what shit got you in here?' She asked. I let out a small sigh of relief, now knowing that I didn't have to awkwardly initiate conversation.

I thought about it for a second, before answering. 'Not paying attention in class. I have Miss Silver.' She let out an understanding nod, it was well known that Miss Silver was quite a harsh teacher. 'What about you?'

She huffed. 'Apparently you're not allowed to graffiti 'Mark Fischbach is a dickhead' onto the desk.'

I didn't know Mark, but I was aware that he was relatively popular- quite a sporty dude. He could easily be a douche, so I wasn't surprised, but I wasn't sure whether it would be okay to ask about it. I settled on replying with 'Fair enough.' After, she turned back to her desk and looked down.

She looked sad. Fuck. What should I do??

'U-Um... Are you okay?' I asked, trying to be sympathetic but treading very carefully. She didn't need to waste her time with people like me, she had a ton of friends.

She looked up at me and dismissively shook her head, before replying 'Yeah. Don't want to talk about it.' She then went back to looking down at her desk, which was when I realised she had her phone out. Obviously not caring about any further conversation, I also retreated back to looking at my notes.

10 minutes pass.

The man still wasn't back, and the girl still hadn't said a word to me. I glanced over to her and paid attention to the details of her face. She had pretty clear skin, with lightly pink cheeks. Her hair was messily falling over her head, but she didn't seem to care. She had some freckles dotted over her nose and cheeks, which gave her a more innocent look. It contrasted the rest of her appearance though, since she was wearing mostly black and navy along with her black hair.

She looked confused for a second, before turning to look at me. 'You like the view or something?' She said, slightly harshly. I blushed and looked down.

'Sorry, I was spacing out.' I tried to excuse myself, but it wasn't very believable.

She sighed. 'Do you wanna talk or something? You must be bored out of your mind if you're wasting time looking at this mess.' She said, gesturing to herself. I wanted to disagree, but something was telling me she didn't want to hear it. I thought to myself for a second before responding.

'Um... Sure.' I was slightly embarrassed, but I figured there was no other way to kill the time.

She looked me up and down for a second before asking, 'So, who are you?'

I was slightly taken aback by that question but figured it's to be expected since I'm pretty much a nobody at this school. 'I'm Ethan Nestor. Drama geek. Blue hair. That's probably all you need to know about me.' I paused. 'What about you?'

'I'm (Y/N). Ex-girlfriend of Mark Fischbach, and a petty little bitch.' She said with a monotone voice.

I chuckled slightly under my breath. That made our previous conversation make more sense. I gave her a sympathetic smile but didn't say anything immediately. She didn't seem so bad- maybe this detention wouldn't be so bad after all?

'Nice to meet you.' I replied.

She certainly intrigued me, and I wanted to know more. I wonder if she's here often?