A Harsh Reality | ✓

Chapter 8

Amanda

I sat down on my seat and put on my headphones. This time, I had Bluetooth controlled ones. I pressed the 'Play' button on my phone and hid the headphones with my hair. I assured my jacket around my shoulders and grabbed a pencil. As I opened my book, I felt someone crash into the seat next to me. I just sketched one of my printed photos and ignored him.

Mr. Smith arrived and called the role. I lifted my hand when I "heard" my surname. I continued to sketch silently as the music played in my ears. When I was finishing my drawing, I knew he was talking to me. I finished quickly and placed back in the notebook labeled "Sketches" which I took everywhere with me. As I closed the binder, someone tapped my shoulder. I ignored it. He did it again, and I ignored him. It was a loop of doing the same thing for a minute or so.

That was until he grabbed my hair and lifted it, revealing my small headphones, that were still blasting music. He pulled the strand of hair in his hand slightly but hard.

"Ow!" I yelled. He took his hand away from my hair and pressed his lips together. I looked at him in disbelief until I heard a voice call my name.

"Is there a problem, Ms. Taylors?" Mr. Smith asked. Shit.

"No." He lifted an eyebrow and continued with the lesson as I stared daggers at Noah. He shrugged. Luckily, Mr. Smith didn't see my headphones.

As I started to copy the words on the whiteboard, Noah just sat there. I ignored him and centered my attention back to the music and copying. When I was straightening up in my chair again, Noah's hand flew out of nowhere and grabbed my hair again. He quickly placed it behind my ear and pulling at it once more. I got so irritated, I yelled again.

"Stop it!"

"Taylors!" Mr. Smith shouted, "Are you listening to music in my class?" I just kept silent.

"That's detention," he concluded, walking over to his computer and typing, "Take them out now and give them to me with your phone." I sighed and turned off the music, so much for going home early. I handed Mr. Smith my things. I had forgotten about Hailey's warning of him being super strict. I glanced sideways at Noah to see his shoulders shaking back and forth as he laughed silently. I shot him an 'I'm-gonna-kill-you-when-I-get-the-chance" look and focused back on my notebook.
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"You have what?" Hailey asked.

"Detention, I have detention," I repeated for the millionth time, "Mr. Smith caught me listening to music."

"Welp," she said, "Good luck with that, bye!" She started walking out the door leaving me standing in front of my locker.

"Thanks a lot," I muttered.

"You're welcome," a voice behind me said. I groaned, closed my locker, turned around and looked up at his blue eyes.

"Hey," Noah said.

"More like bye," I replied, and started walking down the hall towards detention. He followed my steps.

"Wait, you have detention?" he asked dumbly, "The Amanda Taylors has detention?" I ignored his sarcasm and opened the door to the classroom. Mrs. Ross, a science teacher in her thirties, was sitting down with her legs crossed on top of the front desk with a magazine in her hands.

"You kids grab a desk and do your homework or whatever," she said, "As long as you let me read, I'm okay with whatever you do." I nodded slowly and sat down on a random desk near the window. There were other students sitting down that I didn't recognize. Good.

"And please, no kissing allowed," she added, "They pay me to teach and look over detention, not to watch stupid teenagers get their hands on each other." I just pressed my lips together and took out my headphones. I was going to ignore the world until detention was over.