Styles triple trouble

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Edward's pov

I could feel my heart beating faster and faster as Harry was racing to school. I knew I'm gonna get detention. I knew it. The teacher hated me with passion. There was nothing I could do about it tho. I made a mistake at the beginning of the school year. I said something I can't take back, even though I really want to. I've changed. I really have but it seems like nobody even noticed or maybe they just don't want to notice. I'm trying to be a better student, a better son, better brother, better everything but it's hard when nobody cares.. they still perceive me as "the stubborn and arrogant one". Sometimes I have the impression even my brothers see me that way.
"Okay, we're almost there" Harry said stopping at a red light. "Don't worry, we still have 4 minutes" he said looking at me.
"I'm not worrying" it came  out  as a whisper.
"You're playing with your fingers. I know what that means. It's not hard to read you lil bro" he chuckled.
Five minutes later we were running as fast we could towards the classroom hoping that Mr. Lache will let us get away with just a warning. Marcel entered first saying a genuine 'sorry so much sir' and the teacher smiled at him. After him Harry came in and Mr. Lache only nodded. I could see his smile disappear. As soon as he saw me the smile was completely gone. I apologised and rushed to my place at the end of the classroom. As I said before, normally I wouldn't even care about getting detention but our dad is coming to visit us in a few days and I want to be able to say that I haven't gotten myself in any trouble lately.
"Edward. Stay after the class. I want to talk with you". His voice made my blood boil in my vains. Everybody was looking at me now. I just clenched my jaw and nodded slowly. I cought Harry staring at me with a concerned look. He knew I was short-tempered. He was probably worried I'm gonna stand up and do something stupid. But I changed! I'm trying my best to control my anger and I'm actually getting better at it.
After the lesson when everybody'd already left the classroom I came up to Mr. Lache's desk. He was doing something on his computer so I was just standing and biting my lip.
"Take a seat" he said not even looking at me.
I did as he said. After a minute of silence he turned to me and sighed. I was biting my lip hard. I had no idea what was coming.
"Well Edward.. why were you late again?" He asked. I blinked a couple of times. The way he said again made my hands shake with anger. What the hell did he mean? It was the first time in a long time.
"I beg your pardon?" I tried to be polite but he only got more annoyed. Well he's not the only one..
"You heard me Edward. You keep coming late. It's disrespectful. Not only to me but to other students as well. So I wanted to know, if there's any good reason for that?" His voice harsh and cold. I'm pretty sure I'm red as a tomato by now. I was boiling inside and he could see that. I didn't say anything though. I was afraid that if I opened my mouth, a huge amount of profanities would come out. So I decided to keep my mouth shut.
"You need to think about it don't you?" His voice changed a bit. He sounded like he actually cared about the answer. "Okay then.. I think that one hour in detention will be enough time for you to come up with an excuse" he sounded amused now. I felt a taste of metal in my mouth. Shit, my lip.. He handed me a piece of paper and smirk.
"See you tomorrow Edward" he said. I was looking at him with confusion. What just happened? I grabbed my backpack and stormed out of the classroom. My brothers were both standing near the door waiting for me. The concern written on there faces but I didn't care. I walked past them and headed towards the exit.