Detention

Chapter One

Calum walked into the detention hall, meeting four other pairs of eyes. He felt really awkward with them just staring at him walk in. He felt like he was a mouse and they were hungry hawks just eyeing their prey. Calum didn't know what to do when you went to detention. He just assumed that you let the teacher know you're here.

"Um, hello?" Calum said to the teacher, unsure of what he was supposed to do. He looked as the teacher looked up at the teacher's cold glare.

"And how can I help you?" he asked sarcastically.

"Uh, am I supposed to check in with you or...?" Calum asked and the teacher rolled his eyes.

"Just sit down and shut it." the teacher commanded. Calum, frightenedly, jumped from being so intimidated by the teacher and rushed to the first seat he could get to. He heard a girl giggle at Calum fumbling to get to a seat as fast as he could. He was too embarrassed to look back.

"Alright delinquents," the teacher said standing in front of the desk, "I am Mr. Weston and welcome to detention." Just as he finished his sentence a tall blonde boy waltzed into the room, as if he was proud.

"Glad you could make it Mr. Hemmings." Mr. Weston said sarcastically.

"Happy you enjoy my company Weston." the blonde boy replied as he took a seat in the way back.

"Now that everyone is here," Mr. Weston said, "here are the rules."

"No talking, no wandering the halls, you may not even get up from your chair, do not eat, no laughing, no smoking, and no sleeping." Mr. Weston said.

"Also no cell phones." he said grabbing a basket. "Put em in." All of the students got up and put their phones in the basket.

"We're gonna get those back later, right?" a girl with long blonde hair asked. Mr. Weston just gave her a glare and held the basket of phones.

"Now I will be in my office and you are to sit here and think about what you did." Mr. Weston commanded and started to walk out of the classroom.

"Hey mister? Question: What if I have to take a piss?" the blonde boy asked with a grin, showing his lip ring.

"Hemmings, I don't have time to deal with your idiotic questions." Mr. Weston answered.

"It's a serious question!" the boy claimed.

"Hold it." Mr. Weston replied and left the room. As soon as he left, the blonde boy got up and sat in Mr. Weston's spinny chair. He put his feet up and put on a serious face.

"Hey Asian kid, guess who I am." the blonde boy asked Calum. Calum looked up at him with an irritated face.

"I'm not Asian." Calum replied.

"You sure look it to me." the blonde boy replied.

"Please don't bother me." Calum said and put his head down on his arms. The blonde boy got up and took the seat next to Calum.

"Hey," the blonde boy said to Calum, "which one of those girls do you think I can fuck in the closet over there?"

"What the hell is your problem?" Calum asked getting up and sitting next to the guy with dark blonde curly hair. He noticed his varsity jacket and assumed he was a jock.

"Asian, stop being a dick and just answer the question." the blonde boy said walking over to him. The blonde boy started poking Calum and bothering him. Calum had never met this boy in his life and was wondering if he even went to this school.  

"Hey, knock it off Luke. He's clearly not enjoyed by your presence." Varsity jacket said. Calum was relieved to know that not all the guys in here we're complete jerks.

"Who said he wasn't?" the blonde boy, Luke, asked.

"I am." Calum said as if it was obvious. Luke rolled his eyes and made his way over to where Grace, the blonde girl, sat. Calum had known Grace, but she didn't know him. Calum had the biggest crush on her. She was pretty, nice, popular. The full package, Calum thought.

"Thanks, he was getting on my last nerve." Calum said to the dark blonde curly haired boy.

"No problem, he seemed like a jerk to me." he said. "I'm Ashton by the way."

"Calum."