Shoey one shots

detention **

Joeys pov: I walked down the empty hall to the art room where detention was being held. All I did was get to class late once and they give me a detention!? okay maybe late twice...or more...But still! I literally am a nobody, I get good grades, most teachers like me, so why is it such a big deal that I'm late to class? I walked into the classroom and saw mr. clark. 

Mr. Clark: Hey! Joey! you're here! 

Joey: hehe, yeah. 

Mr. Clark: I want you to know that being here does not make you a bad person...

I tuned him out after that , the cliche "you're a good person" talk you get when you get a detention. 

Mr. Clark: You're just going to be cleaning my classroom up today. 

I looked around at the huge mess. Paints, easels, pencils. great. 

Joey: all this? by myself? 

Mr. Clark: oh no! you have a detention buddy.

I looked around a gave him a "where" face. 

Mr. Clark: uhm...oh! here he comes!

I turned and saw someone walk in through the double doors. god damn it. Shane fucking Dawson. 

Mr.Clark: hello, Shane. What did you get yourself into this time? 

I looked at him and he gave me a glare. Shane hated me. I hate him. He always shoved me or called me names for no fucking reason, since we were in 6th grade. What an asshole he is. 

Shane: Sucked a teachers dick. 

Mr.Clark stood silent, I chuckled a bit under my breath, knowing he was kidding. 

Shane: ha, joking. 

Mr. Clark: very funny, Dawson. What did you do? 

Shane: punched that Oakley kid in the face. 

Mr. Clark: ah. 

The three of us stood there for a couple awkward seconds. 

Mr. Clark: alright well, you boys have two hours, get working. 

With that, he left, shutting the door. Shane sighed and sat in a chair. I just starred at him. 

Shane: what? 

He gave me a look and I turned away and walked over to the cleaning supplies. 

Shane: your not actually going to clean, are you? 

Joey: uh... yeah? 

He laughed, not a full laugh, just a "heh" 

Joey: asshole. 

I said under my breath. 

Shane: hm? 

Joey: nothing. 

Shane leaned back in the chair and starred at me. 

Joey: need something?

He shook his head and I tried my best to ignore him. I bent over to clean a desk off. I heard him chuckle. 

Joey: what?

Shane: you have a nice ass, Gracefffa. 

He smirked and I shook my head, flabbergasted. 

Joey: what did you say? 

Shane: you heard me right. 

He smiled, biting his lip.