Detention

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Chapter 5 detention

Ashton’s P.O.V

How. Why. What did I do to deserve this God? What? I was sitting in detention with Michael, because of Michael, and I am going to kill Michael. I looked at him he was staring off into space though. Then I realized he was staring at that blonde he called dibs on. “She is pretty cute isn’t she?” He turned and glared at me. “No you can’t like her.” “Why not?” I fake pouted. “Because if you like her, she will most definitely like you back. You always get the girl with your stupid curls.” I giggled. The blonde walked over to us and sat down. She turned around in the chair so that she was facing us and she pulled off her jacket to reveal a “Nirvana” t-shirt. Michael’s eyes glowed as he recognized it. “So what are you guys talking about?” Michael gave me a look. “You” I said proudly. “Me? Why?” she questioned. “Because Michael thinks your pretty, and funny, and he likes your-“ Michael punched me in the arm. “Ow! I was going to say smile!” “Just shut up Irwin” I frowned, but stayed quiet. The blonde, what was her name? Hannah? Yeah, Hannah laughed at us. “So, you like my smile do you?” Michael blushed. “Um-I, well I-” “WHY DO I HEAR VOICES?” Hannah ran back to her seat and sat down. “I thought I said no talking but clearly no-one wants to follow the rules here because you are all JUVENILE DELINQUINTS!” The mean teacher shouted. He was really annoying. What was his name? Mr. Montgomery? Jeez he needed a serious chill pill. Michael leaned over to me and whispered, “Who crapped in his cereal this morning?” I laughed and the teacher glared daggers at me. “You! What’s your name?” “A-ashton”  “Well A-ashton I don’t think there’s anything funny about leaving me in charge of you future criminals do you?” “No?” “GOOD” And with that he walked out the door. Michael was trying not to laugh but was failing miserably. “It’s not funny, he’s mean.” I pouted. “Yeah ok or maybe you just have a stuttering problem.” I just rolled my eyes and looked around the room until I spotted another pretty blonde. She had darker blonde hair than Hannah though. She was wearing a white dress with silver sequins and a pink blazer and black leggings. Her hair was curled, and she was staring right back at me.

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