After flying overseas to enroll in a prestigious boarding school, Blake Graham assumes that she can finally catch a break.
Instead, she encounters the boy who she fought with almost every day as a child.
After moving back to England, then over to...
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"Man, detention is so boring." Nico groaned, leaning back onto his chair.
"I'm about to stab myself in the eye with this pen." Luca agreed, twirling a ballpoint between his fingers.
Clark just scoffed loudly, "Nicholas you're dead after this."
Apparently while Nico had been wandering around the hotel halls after our night swimming, one of the coaches had spotted him. The next day after we had arrived back at school they had confronted Nico, and Nico being the good friend that he is ratted us out.
So now, instead of us getting kicked off the team or suspended, we were just given a day of detention. But it was still torturous.
"I'm sorry I got nervous!" Nico held his hands up in the air in surrender.
"Well you dipshit, if you didn't tattle we wouldn't be here!" Clark threw a crumpled up piece of paper at Nico.
The four of us were sitting in the empty classroom, us four spread out amongst the desks. The point in separating us was to prevent us from talking, but when the professor who was supposed to be watching us left to get himself coffee, we began to bicker.
The four of us were tired, agitated, and hungry. A terrible combination, and I myself was on the border of insanity.
"I got nervous!" Nico repeated himself, whilst picking up the paper that Clark had thrown at him.
"Nervous my ass." I laughed dryly, glaring at Nico from across the room. Nico was in the back right corner, Clark in the back left corner, Luca at the top right, and me at the top left.
Nico unfolded the paper to look at what was on it. With a loud bark of laughter, he narrowed his eyes at Clark. "Real mature." He showcased it to the rest of us.
It wasn't too bad, mainly just a terribly drawn picture of what was supposedly Nico, getting hit in the head with what looked like a soccer ball decorated with dicks.
"Where did you learn to draw dicks like that?" Luca smirked at Clark.
"Yeah it's some real art." I remarked.
"Well when you live with art-" he signaled towards himself, "You learn to replicate it onto a paper almost flawlessly."
I let out a loud scoff, rolling my eyes at Clark's cocky answer.
Nico sighed loudly, "How long do we have left?"
Luca checked his silver Bvlgari watch, "We've been in here for like an hour. So probably one more hour or so."
The other two boys emitted groans alike to a pair or walruses rather than teenagers.
Before any of us had the chance to make another snide comment, the door had once again swung open revealing the Intro to Law Professor who had been in charge of watching us. He wasn't doing that well of a job, because he had left us alone for twenty minutes just to get coffee from the cafeteria.
