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Chapter 3 🐢

I stand there with my stuff, frozen. She stares at me with her icy blue eyes. Into my green ones. Damn, her eyes look kind of  pretty, she is kind of cute. I could see why  Verne likes her. Maybe he likes her. I wouldn't be surprised if he did, but..maybe she likes him.  My thoughts are interrupted. She speaks. Her voice is bold and clear. "Don't think I don't see you staring at me in class. Don't think I don't notice the wistful looks in your stupid puke colored eyes when you do." I flinched. She insulted my eyes. Nobody ever insults my eyes. Probably because nobody takes the time to look at them. 

"What?" I say, confused. She couldn't possibly think- she does! She thinks I'm into her! Gross! I'm not into her. I could never be into her. Because I could never be into girls. She rolls her eyes at me, and rests her hands on her wide, yet slim hips. She moves her head in a way only Tyra Banks could. She looks at me again, and glares harder. "I'm not into you, okay? I don't like you! I don't even know you. You look like a dork, though." I slightly shook my head in disbelief. How could she assume something so silly? "I'm not into you, sorry. I'm-" I stopped myself. I caught myself, in time. I almost let it out. Let it spill. I shook my head again and just walked past her. 

"You're what?! Into Katie Spurge? We all know, quincy. But don't be liking every single girl in the entire-" "I have to go. Sorry."  I walk out of the room without looking back. How could someone be so..Irrational? Ignorant?  I just went to my locker. I'm going home. School is almost over anyways. I was going out the door, when.."Going somewhere, Mr. Thoms?" I scrunched my face into a cringing facial expression, and turned around. It's the hall monitor. He is such an annoying brat. "I'm going home, Milton." I say, folding my arms. "This place sucks."

He smirks at me and then copies my stance, along with the folded arms. "You're not going anywhere, hotshot." I roll my eyes. "Can't stop me Milton, now if you excuse me- HEY!" He has gripped my arm tight and is now figuratively DRAGGING me down the hall. Who does this man think he is? The police? Well..He kinda is. Of the school hallways at least. We reach down to the principal's office and he pushes me inside the office. "Stay here, and don't move. Don't make it worse for yourself, Thoms." 10 minutes later and I have a 1 hour detention slip in my hand. 

"You're not allowed to leave school property. It's also technically illegal. You can get into all sorts of troub-" "Yeah yeah, I get it." He then smirked again. Why does this man love to smirk so much? He has a nickname around here. 'Smirky.' He doesn't know about it, and I think it's good we all keep it that way. "School is over now, so get to the detention room. There is one other student in there. No talking." He then leads me to the detention room, which I have never been in before. I stand there and stare at the door. He nods, signaling me to walk inside. 

I walk inside, and see that one student he was talking about. It's Verne Crescent.