The Boy Next Door (Editing and Rewriting)

Chapter 9

I woke up to a shrill, high pitched noise, which turned out to be the school bell ringing, I must have fallen asleep during lunch, thought I’m not sure why, I slept just fine last night I shouldn’t be tired. Wait does that mean that Adam never actually came and talked to me? Well obviously he didn’t, no wonder it wasn’t awkward, I was dreaming.

I was brought out of my thoughts by the school bell ringing once again, signalling that I was officially late for class. Luckily I only had Music with, Mr Dean, and he was the nicest teacher at this school, he won’t be too mad at me for being late since it’s my first time anyway, and the classroom wasn’t too far away from the cafeteria.  So, I grabbed the rest of my lunch, which was still uneaten, further proving that I was only dreaming, and stuffed it into my bag. I then hoisted the bag up and onto my shoulder and heading off to Music class.

The rest of Music and Biology passed within the blink of an eye, well not really but you know what I mean, and all too soon it was time for Gym. In case you hadn’t already guessed it, I’m not the sporty type. Seriously I can barely run for a few minutes without being on the verge of death due to lack of oxygen, so gym class wasn’t exactly my scene.

Walking from the biology classroom to the changing rooms in the gym area of the school was loud, mainly because the kids in this school don’t know how to talk quietly. But, I successfully managed to avoid any encounters with Lucas and Jonathon or Katie and her two girls, so that was a plus I guess.

I headed inside the female changing rooms so that I could change into my gym clothes, which consisted of a tank top and a pair of mini shorts, since we were probably going to be running laps. I then headed out to the football along with all of the other girls and waited for our teacher to join us. At the moment in gym class the girls and the boys were split up, due to the fact that the boys were probably playing some kind of full contact sport and the teachers thought the girls would be able to handle playing those types of games. This, in most cases, was probably true. Most of the girls in this school cared a lot more about what was on their faces and heads instead of what was inside them. But, they weren’t the only ones, the boys weren’t any better; it was all about which girls had the looks and which didn’t, even if inside they were empty and probably shallow. Which is why Katie, Jenny and Lauren were the queen bees in this school, all looks no brains. Oh right sorry, Jenny and Lauren are Katie’s back-up girls, also known as her “two girls” as has been mentioned previously, I thought it was time that you had names to match the descriptions.

Around ten minutes after I got outside the female gym teacher, Ms. Brite, finally showed up. Seriously, this teacher is always at least five minutes late, maybe we should start telling her that class starts five minutes early, then she might actually show up on time; I thought with an internal eye roll.

“I’m sorry Alison? What was that, would you like to repeat that?” I heard Ms. Brite say, well sneer was probably a more accurate description.

“Sorry Miss, I’m not sure what exactly you’re referring to,” I said, only slightly confused as to what she was talking about, she can’t read minds now, can she?

“I am referring to the fact that you seem to have a problem with my slight tardiness,” she said, with a glare so intense I felt like she was trying to put holes in me with her eyes. Breaking the stare with her I looked around at my classmates, who all seemed to be trying not to burst out in laughter, I agreed the situation must have been funny for them, since they weren’t the ones in trouble.

“No Alison, I cannot read minds you simply seem to have a problem with controlling what slips out of your mouth,” well at least I can control what slips between my legs, I thought, feeling quite proud of my internal comeback until I realized that it was not very internal, in fact I had, once again, spoken the words that crossed my mind. Crap.

“Detention now Ms Tate. I will not tolerate this kind of behaviour in my class,” she practically shouted at me, so instead of continuing I just simply nodded and headed back to the changing room, grabbing my bag before heading towards the school building and to the detention room. I can’t believe she actually gave me detention, not that I’m surprised, I basically called her a slut in front of all the girls in my grade, not that she didn’t deserve it.

Standing in front of the door to the detention room I mentally contemplated whether I could skip going in there and hide out in a bathroom stall till the final school bell rang. I quickly dismissed the thought, what on earth was I thinking, first I get detention and then I try to ditch detention, maybe I didn’t get enough sleep last night.

I shook my head to clear it of any further thoughts of sleep or ditching and opened the door to the detention room. Walking inside and looking at the front of the class, I saw the teacher sitting there and staring out the window, he seems like he doesn’t want to be here anymore than I do. The teacher on duty was Mr. Thomas, my homeroom teacher; I walked up to the desk and spoke quietly,

“Hi, I’m here for detention,” my words broke him out of his trance with whatever was so fascinating outside.

“Alison?” he said, the shock evident in his voice, “the last person I expected to be here, but nevertheless you will need to sit down and fill out one of these,” he finished off by handing me a single piece of paper with a small amount of text at the top and lots of lines, obviously for me to write on.

“Take a seat anywhere you like,” I heard Mr. Thomas call from behind me, I didn’t bother turning around to reply, I just took a seat in the middle of the class. I was about to get started on filling out the paper that Mr. Thomas gave me when I heard a few voices from behind me. But the talking wasn’t what caught my attention, what caught my attention is the fact that I heard my name, the fact that they were talking about me; behind my back, literally. Even if the conversation was about me, I wasn’t going to get involved, I was just going to annoy the people that were chatting behind me and get on with what I was doing. That was until I heard this;

“Oh please, you think she really got detention? I bet she just came here because she finished her work in her other class and wanted to get a bit of a rep, you know other than being a goody-two-shoes,” I wasn’t sure who said that, but they had no right, they didn’t know me, they had no right to judge me, that was when I lost my façade and turned around to confront the person. Though when I turned around I froze and my words froze on the tip of my tongue, since the two people that were sitting behind me, for some unknown reason, hated my guts, Lucas and Jonathon. So, instead of saying anything I shut my mouth and turned around again, getting on with my work hoping that the two boys would leave me alone. I internally cursed myself a few times for not recognizing the voices before turning around, and yes this time it was purely internal.