BET

Chapter 4: Detention

Simon in media above.

"Ah, you came." Mr Simmons greeted with clasped hands. He gestured from his desk for me to take a seat.

I looked around the almost full classroom and luckily found an empty seat at the back. I went ahead and sat there, trying my best to hold in the agony of the thought of staying here for an hour.

I carelessly flung my bag on the desk and slumped into the seat. Right then in heard someone clear their throat. It was the same wimpy boy from before.

Why is he always clearing his throat?! Does he have a throat infection of some kind! In that case, he needs to back the hell away from me. I can't afford to get sick if that thing's contagious.

"What the hell do you want?" I almost yelled out.

"Y-yo...y-your-" he stuttered uncontrollably.

"My what?! Can't you talk properly?!" I cursed impatiently.

"Maybe if you'd allow him to finish, you'd know what he was about to say, you asshole" Someone beside me commented.

It was that same boy from earlier. His face was just as messed up as I remembered it.

"But out and mind your own business! I hissed through gritted teeth. He was resting his head against his hand,as he looked at me with an irritatingly calm expression.

"You're being loud so it's now made my business." He retorted, then continued writing something down in his notebook.

"Why you little piece of shit!" I cursed, "Do you want an addition to that already messed up face of yours!" I threatened with clenched fists. He remained unmoved by my threat, which pissed me off even more.

He scoffed, "As if a dumbass like you could do anything."

"Why you little-" I was about to get up when he spoke again.

"Your phone. Simon's still waiting to collect it." He pointed towards the wimp with the pen that he was writing with earlier. We had Math classes together, but I've never once learned his name until now.

I was left bewildered by the sudden change of topic, when I noticed that he was indeed holding a small basket which contained phones and many other small devices.

To say that I was embarrassed was an understatement, but I wasn't going to let them know that. I just simply took out my phone and dropped it in the basket, the frown never leaving my features.

"T-thank you." The wimp thanked the suicidal idiot.

"Next time just say that instead of pissing people off first." I informed him as I settled in.

"That could get you in serious problems." I advised, as I tried to calm down without making it painfully obvious that I was feeling outsmarted.

His features had remained indifferent until now. He had a small smile on his face as if he'd accomplished what he wanted from me.

"Sick bastard." I whispered to myself. His smile grew wider as if he had heard what I said. This only goes on to further prove my point.

***

"Okay, time's up!" Mr. Simmons informed and stood by the door alongside the wimp.

I quickly grabbed my bag and went for the exit. I took my phone from the basket the wimp was holding and turned to leave when I was stopped by Mr Simmons.

"Your notebook, please" he requested.

"What?" I asked confused.

"The notebook in which you noted down the assignments that I laid out on the board." He clarified while holding his hand out to collect an item that definitely didn't exist because I had no idea that he had given us any work.

"Which idiot gives work during detention?" I frowned.

"I should be asking you a question similar to that." He retorted.

In the back of my mind, I could hear Jake's uncalled for comment saying something along the lines of 'burn' like the pain in the ass that he actually is.

I rolled my eyes at the thought.

"Is that eye rolling I see." Mr Simmons inquired, his authoritative voice coming out. I had to suppress the next eye roll.

"Good. That means you have functional eyes." I witted.

"Says the person who couldn't even see the basket of phones earlier." Someone snickered from behind. I recognized that voice, and the suicidal idiot behind it.

I threw a deadly glare his way as he calmly made his way over to Mr Simmons, ignoring me as he handed in his notebook.

"Thank you Mr Park. That will be all." Mr Simmons appreciated.

As he left through the door, I noticed a small smile on his face.

"That punk irritates me." I clenched my fists.

Mr Simmons cleared his throat, "I guess we'll be spending more time together then."

"Bullshit-" I cursed when I was cut off.

"Mr Hart!"

"Screw this!" I walked off. He called out my name but I didn't acknowledge him.

I don't have to take this. I shouldn't have came here in the first place. It's bad enough that I had to miss football practice. I could only imagine what coach had in store for me later.