-Chapter Five-
"I'm on my way to school now. Talk to you later, Alex. Smiley face," I mumbled under my breath as my eyes scanned over Jake's message that I had just received seconds ago.
"Okay :) And I'm in the middle of Calculus. Talk to--"
The next thing I know, my phone was being snatched out of my hand and was being replaced with a detention slip.
"This," Mr. Bradford started. "Is for not paying attention in my class." Mr. Bradford was a slim and tall man. He had a little amount of hair, and bushy eyebrows that were placed unevenly above his grey, hatred filled eyes.
"You'll be seeing me after school, young lady," the teacher that everyone hates replied, smiling evilly at me.
I rolled my eyes. "Okay, I'll be looking foward to it, Bradford!" I smiled widely at the almost bald man. It's just two hours right? No harm done.
But, honestly I don't even see why I have to get a detention. The bell is going to ring in less than thirty seconds!
When the bell did ring, I gathered my books and walked out of the room calmly. Mr. Bradford has probably given a detention to all of his students. Except for the smart ones that he treasures, of course.
Suck ups.
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Once detention was over (and I had my phone back), I texted Jake almost immediately. Why? I don't know.
Throughout detention I was aching to text him. My phone vibrated a couple of times on Mr. Bradford's desk, but he got irritated and turned it off. . . That is, once he figured out how to turn off an iPhone.
After checking my phone, I learned that the three messages I got during detention were all from Jake.
Message One:
"Hey Alex >=D"
Message Two:
"Did you die?? :o"
Message Three:
"Don't make me fly to Florida just to check on you. Text me back or else I'm going to assume that you're dead :("
I smiled down at my phone and texted him back.
"No, Jake. I am not dead!"
"Oh, thank goodness :) Why didn't you reply then?" he asked.
"Because I was in detention >=("
"Why were you in detention? Were you being a bad girl? Alex, what did I tell you about that!?"
"You got me in detention."
"GASP! Were you texting me during class again?" he questioned.
How'd he guess that? Well, I guess it's probably the only explanation... "You guessed correctly. And why are you texting me? Aren't you still in school?"
"Yeah, but there's only forty-five minutes left. And you texted me first."
"To reassure you that I wasn't dead." I told him.
"Oh yeah :P Well I'll text you when I get out of school then."
I frowned at the screen of my phone. I wanted to talk to him though! Oh well. Reluctantly, I sent him another message.

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Teen Fiction"Hey." It all started with that three lettered word in a mysterious text from an unknown Californian number―hey. Alex Turner is your average seventeen―almost eighteen―year old girl. She's been through the normal teenage girl dra...