Toxic (Jc Caylen Fanfic)

chapter three.

Chapter Three

The rest of the day I was suffering.

I could not be in the same detention as Jc Caylen. Literally no. I know I may asct like I'm not scared of him, but I only do that to show him that he doesn't own me, and he never will. Inside I'm freaking out, but on the outside I have to keep my cool.

On the ride home I almost start crying, but I hold in the tear until I get home.

When I get home I flop on my loving, teal, queen bed and let the tears fall. I try to distract myself by studying my room. I hate the fact that I have to live in an apartment, but it is what it is. Both my parents were gone... For... Reasons.

After a while of crying and screaming into my poor pillow, I finally drift away.

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The next day, after school was over, I walk into Mrs. Brown's classroom with shaky hands.

Luckily, I don't see Jc.

Yet.

I take in the smell of pine leaves and look at all of the inspirational quotes on the tan walls, and all of the cute little stuffed Snoopy characters all over the room. The one thing I like about Mrs. Brown is her classroom. It felt like the cozy, nice home - that I never had.

"Okay I will be right back, I'm going to get the copies for the essay you will be writing," says Mrs. Brown as she leaves the classroom.

I decide to take the chance to put on my oversized sweater to hide the wires of my earphones, and play "Toxic".

Lately, I've been obsessed with that song again, and I'm not sure why.

I put it on shuffle so I can listen to my entire playlist too.

I hide the wires that go up my neck and into my ears with my hair, luckily my hair was thick, wavey-curly, and past my chest.

I hear the door open again and my chest starts racing.

Oh no.

The balloon in my stomach pops when I see that it's just Mrs. Brown returning from her trip from the teacher's lounge.

I've never been happier to see a teacher in my entire life.

She places the essay and the information sheet- thingy on my desk and the desk beside me. Jc's desk.

Maybe he's not coming, I think to myself with hope.

Whoops, sorry to burst your bubble, Jess.

Jc waltzes in and my heart literally just stabbed itself.

I whine when he gives me a smirk and sits right next to me.

I scoot over five chairs down.

He does the same.

"Why me?" I whimper.

He just chuckles.

"Okay, I'm going to go get lunch, you two, write your essays. 200 words on the topic on your paper."

No. I will not allow myself to be alone, in a room, with him. It's not going to happen. Mrs. Brown was literally the dumbest teacher I've ever had. I really don't know why she even teaches. But I'm stuck with this pathetic excuse for a teacher, because it's her turn to host detention this week.

"No. Mrs. Brown, you have to stay with us, because you are responsible for us, and whatever happens. And what if something happens to us? Hm? Will you be there for us? No. I don't care how old we are or if you think we are capable of-"