The Boy And The Ball

11. Bending the rules

Marrisa couldn't seem to peel off her bed, the following morning after the party.
An infectious aching throbbed inside her head that didn't want to go away.
Marrisa tried to remember what had happened to make her feel so crap. Had she been drinking?

She struggled to remember the events and what happened. How did she get home?
All she knew was that her mum was screaming at her to get out of bed and get to school.
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The rain was not at all refreshing as Marrisa was forced to walk. Nothing but a thin hoodie was Marrisa's protection from the foul downpour. She couldn't even hear her own thoughts it was so loud.

Marrisa arrived at the school, loosely resembling a miserable, drowned rat. She reclined into her turtle like hood from the humiliation.

Sheepishly, Marrisa sunk into her chair in her first class.
A reassuring hand came to rest on her shoulder.

"How's it going?"

"Huh?" Marrisa looked up to find her knight in shining armor.

"It's me, dummy." Seb shone his glorious teeth, while plonking himself into the chair next to her.

"You look like you've just trekked through a thunderstorm."

"Yeah, it feels that way." Marrisa struggled to squeeze out all the water clinging to her lumpy locks.

"Anyway, about last night... Do you wanna talk about it?" Seb displayed his feelings of hope for Marrisa to give to him the answer he was waiting for.

"To be honest, I can't really remember that much, apart from the fact that I feel like shit."
His smile instantly fell as he realized that Marrisa couldn't remember what had happened between them.

"Oh. You were pretty wasted so I drove you home. Your mum didn't say anything, it was weird."

"At least I know who took me home. My mum didn't say anything about that." Marrisa managed an awkward smile and continued to try and dry herself.

She noticed the shattered expression on Seb's face.
"What's wrong?"

"I'll tell you later, your teacher is giving me a lethal death stare. Better go."

Marrisa's brow furrowed into a worried frown.
What had he wanted to tell her?

"Dillons, first you come into lesson late and disorderly. Then you hold up my lesson by talking to an unwanted truanter. What is your reason for this despicable behavior?"
Mr Leon had turned the color of a distressed beetroot and a pulsing vein on his forehead looked like it was about to burst.

"So sorry sir, it won't happen again."
Marrisa tried not to laugh.

"This matter is not funny, Dillons, I think you need to learn how to behave correctly in detention after school!"

Marrisa immediately was not in the laughing mood anymore.