Human Bomb [ Might Be Teacher \ Student ]

19 Days Before

I pushed the door open, and my eyes met a pair I knew all too well.

"He's here yet?" I mouthed to Roger. He shook his head, a smirk spreading over his lips. I pushed the door open, marching into the usual room the detention was held in.

"Maxie!" Erica exclaimed, holding up a hand for high five. Our hands met, and after a moment she dragged me down, hugging me. "I was starting to think you failed to get detention this time."

My lips curled in respond. Ever since the three of us entered Junior high, we always found ourselves in detention at the first day of each semester. That was actually how we met.

I sat down, Roger a row ahead of me and Erica next to him.

"So, once again it's only us," I commented. We were practically the 'usual visitors', according to the vice-principal.  The two turned to me.

"Yup," Erica replied. "I heard that the new teacher is in charge of us today," she wiggled her eyebrows viciously. Roger and I both rolled our eyes.

"You are the devil," I stated.

"Satan called. He gives away his throne for you."

"You're done?" Erica asked, her turn to roll her eyes.

"Oh, no-"

"We could go on for hours."

She glared at us. "But we will stop now," Roger finished.

"Not because we're scared or anything," I pointed out, though, in reality it was known that Roger and I found Erica very intimidating, especially her loving brother. His biceps were the biggest I have ever seen, and I go to jail every month to visit my dad. It says something.

 "Sure," she drawled cynically, turning away. Roger and I exchanged a smile.

"Sorry I'm l--" the door opened slightly, but then closed again after a thump. "SHIT! No, shit, I swore. Wait, I swore again!" The rumbling went on for a while, until a man entered the room.

Erica slumped down in her chair, "lying books again," she muttered, making me and Roger burst out with laughter. "Did I mention that Luke is totally free for the next week?" she said with a sickly- sweet smile. The brother card is drawn.

"No," Roger replied, his laughter cut short. I covered my mouth in my hands within a moment. Erica smiled at us again, and turned back to the teacher.

"Uh, everyone's late?" he asked. He had this strange mixture of green and blue in his eyes, causing them to look like someone ignited blue-green flames inside of them.

It was a shame, though, that he had to cover them with glasses, seeing as it was the one out-of-ordinary thing about him. He was slightly chubby, and probably slightly shorter than Ryan, though still taller than Roger. So I guessed about 6"1. 

"No, it's the first day." Roger replied, "you gotta be talented to get in here," he added with a smirk, holding out his fists, for us to fist bump. I somehow missed his, and Erica missed mine, and we were left with staring at each other awkwardly for a moment.

We tried again, succeeding.

"Yeah, we're the cool kids," Erica said, making her "swag expression", which was basically her doing an awkward, supposedly tough face.

Roger sent me a miserable look, obviously holding back an insult because of her very-threatening brother.

"Goddamit Erica, we are not the cool kids, we are the shit kids," I sighed, face- palming.

"Talk for yourself!" Roger said, "I am the perfect child," he sad, gesturing to his face.

"Your face is kind of perfect," I commented. After Roger and I first met we started dating, and then broke up, then got back together and then broke up again- it went on like this for pretty long time, until half- way through last year.

Right now we were off for over half- a- year, which was a record.

I guess that I fell in love with Roger's look first, then with Roger himself. Roger had that bad- boy vibe around his dark hair and dark eyes, along with the dark clothing and pale skin.

I liked to call him my little vamp.

He liked to call me his little asshole.

"GOD, STOP FLIRTING!" Erica snapped. She would do that each time we'd show affection. "THERE IS A TEACHER HERE!"

"Oh, no, no," the teacher said, waving his hand. "Please, go on, this is quite intresting."

"Stalker."

"Ew."

"Guys!" Erica whined. We smiled sheepishly at the pink haired.

"Anyway," the teacher sighed, as though sincrely disappointed we were no longer talking. "I am Alec Bennet. Um, the new teacher for Art and World History. You guys?"

"Erica, Roger and Max," Erica answered for us, gesturing to each of us at the correct timing.

"My name is actually Mackenzie," I added, "but call me Max or you might find a knife sticking out of your head."

*

"OHHH MANDY! WELL YOU CAME AND YOU GAVE WITHOUT TAKING! BUT I SENT YOU AWAY, OHHHHH MANDY!" Erica sung loudly.

"Are those even the lyrics?" I asked Roger.

"All I know is that my ears are bleeding." He stated, pulling his Helix.   His newly re- pierced Helix. "SHIT! MY EAR IS ACTUALLY BLEEDIND!"

"Oh my God!" I yelped, jumping to my feet. "What do I do?"

"WHAT DO YOU DO? WHAT DO I DO?"

"Does that hurt?"

"YES!" he paused, "well, no..."

"It's probably fine, right?" I asked.

"I don't know, I'm not taking chances this time. There won't be a third time." He marched over to Mr. Bennet.

"Did Mr. Bennet just take out earphones?"

Roger talked to him for a moment before coming back to take his bag and then left.

"Hi." I told Erica.

"Let's sing Westlife's songs."

"Let's scream Chelsea Grin's songs."

"Let's SING IT FOR THE ONES THAT-"

"You guys, I'm trying to watch something here," Mr. Bennet whined.