Stupid Love

Personal

Trigger warning: There is a brief discussion of suicide near the end of the chapter.

Don't you get bored, just sitting here with me?" I asked, glancing toward Mr.Davis.

"Not really, I get to listen to your useless complaining. That mixed with your adorable grumpy face is quite entertaining."

"I am not adorable." I replied with narrowed eyes.

He smiled and raised his eyebrows in a way that drove me crazy, before turning back to the book in front of him. I hated that look. It was annoying, it felt like he was mocking me or arguing with me using his eyes.

I sighed. "You know, I don't even understand what I'm doing here in the first place."

He huffed and close his book, focusing his attention on me. "Natalia, you punched a kid in the face."

"I was doing God's work."

"Were you now?"

I nodded.

"I wasn't aware that punching another student in the face was considered 'God's work'."

I shrugged. "Well now you are, so what do you say we just call this off now? I think we both can agree we've been here long enough for today."

"Ten minutes. You have been here for ten minutes."

It was worth a shot.

"I'm bored."

"Well maybe then you could take another look at your assignment, you know, the fear of the ice cream machine being broken that terrorized you?"

"How could I forget?" I replied innocently. "It was pretty scary."

He rolled his eyes. "I give up."

"As you should.""

When he returned his attention to his book I slipped my phone out of my pocket and began scrolling through Instagram. If I couldn't live my own life, I'd look at someone else's.

There were no phones allowed during class, so the rule was also in place for detention. Mr. Davis seemed so wrapped up in his book that I didn't think he'd look over.

I opened Snapchat, only to see that Faith and Mariana were out at our local coffee shop without me.

"Assholes" That was supposed to only be a thought but apparently it'd come out of my mouth, because I heard Mr. Davis clear his throat.

"First of all, language, second of all, you know there are no phones allowed in detention." He said when I quickly shut off my phone and gave him my attention. "I was just checking the time." I lied.

"You and I both know that you're lying."

"Me, lying? Never."

"I hope you know I'm not finding your sarcasm funny." He replied. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Me, sarcastic? Never."

He shook his head, an argument with me was a lost cause.

"Phone. Now." He ordered as he gestured for me to come and hand it over.

I frowned. "What?! Why?!"