Time Bomb - M.C

Chp. 2

Peyton.

Getting detention on my first day of school was not my intention which is why I was extremely pissed off when My psychology teacher declared that I was to join her after school because of my slight lateness to class. It wasn't even my fault that I was late, the line at the vending machine had been too long to make it to class on time. Yes, I am blaming a vending machine.

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The rest of the day passed by quickly and as the last bell rung I contemplated not attending detention. I was not in the modd to stare at an unoriginal classroom for an hour doing nothing but thinking about the homework I already had on the first day. But I was also aware that not attending detention would most likely end in more time served after school. 

So with a huff escaping my mouth as I hauled my bag strap onto my shoulder I began my way towards my psychology classroom. I was not given a strict time to be there, only the news that I needed to attend after school so I made no rush to get back to the boring surroundings of that classroom. I could see Miss Laren standing strictly just outside her door waiting for my arrival and as I aproached her I noticed the stern look she was portaying. 

"Late again Miss Evans, I am not impressed" I walked passed her without a second glass as she scolded me, my usual habit for not appreciating teachers sneaking out for a second. I chose the farthest seat back in the class and threw my bag under the desk. I placed my head on the surface after seating myself and waited for the time to start flying by.

I was not familiar with detention because the majority of the times I was told I had it I only ended up skipping. I wasn't aware if it was as cliche as writing lines or discussing what I did wrong but I was hoping it didn't take up more than an hour of my time. 

"I'll be back to check on you two, stay civil" I raised my head at Miss Laren's statement seeing as I thought it was only me serving detention time. And as I noticed the multi colored head of hair walking towards the back of the room I groaned inwardly. 

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"This is like the fucking breakfast club" Michael, I had learned his name after he voiced it and tried to shake my hand, groaned and placed his head on his desk, something he has been repeating for the last ten minutes. 

"No it's not" I argue, glancing at him after avoiding him entirely for the past five minutes. His eyes looked up at me in surprise, obviously not expecting me to be talking as I had told him I wouldn't when he tried to make conversation. 

"Okay maybe I only saw the first twenty minutes of the movie" A smirk grows on his face; his head still layed flat on his desk. "But I know it's just about kids in detention" He shrugs as if he hadn't just offended a great movie. 

"But they have an awesome detention which includes hotboxing a whole room and sneaking around the halls, I don't see us doing that" I turn to face him even more so I can get the point across that I didn't enjoy his perspective on the movie. If this detention was anything like the one in the breakfast club I would not be complaining. 

"So you want to hotbox a room with me?" His head perks up and I immediately shake my own.

"That's not what I was saying" I deny his words and move so I'm facing the front of the classroom again. I sort of wanted Miss Laren to come back so I had an excuse not to talk to Michael anymore. 

In one swift movement Michael swings himself out of his desk and loudly plants his feet on the ground; startling me for the second time today. I try to avoid his actions as he walks around my desk in a full 360, causing me to feel extremely uncomfortable.