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Chapter Three: And Then They Meet

Carter

I stared at the door of the detention room in defeat. I'd never had a detention in the entire time I'd been at high school. I guess that was because I was such a loser. I'd never really had any friends to mess around with, I guess. I always thought of detention as something reserved for the 'cool kids' – the lowlifes from low socioeconomic areas who do drugs and that I'm inherently biased against even though I've never used my critical thinking skills to consider social and financial impacts that may influence their lives.

I was standing, still staring at the door, when Macy walked up.

"Hey," she said. "Are you ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," I responded. I grabbed the door handle and opened the door. I was met with the smell of mould and water leaks. The teacher running detention, Mr Misder, was leaning on the desk, seemingly asleep. There were kids smoking, and some sharpening knives, glaring at us as we walked in. I found a seat near the back and sat down gingerly.

"So, like, what do we do?" I asked, turning to Macy who settled in next to me.

"No idea, I've never had detention before. I guess it's because I've never had, like, friends or anything before," she replied, mirroring my thoughts from earlier.

"OMG, me neither!!" I shouted.

"Hey can y'all shut the fuck up," yelled some guy from the back. Geez dude, calm down. Meat headed jock bastard.

We sat for a few more minutes in silence before realising we probably weren't going to be given any instructions. Suddenly, the door burst open and in walked one of the boys in the football team. He was wearing a soft grey sweater and jeans, his hair scruffy on his head. He stumbled to the seat next to Macy and slumped into the chair.

"Hey," he said, raising an eyebrow at her. Clearly flirting. Ugh. This jock douchebag was going to try and steal my new best friend who I've known for about three hours? No way.

"Hey," Macy replied. I elbowed her, and she glared at me. "My name's Macy."

"Cool. My name is Grey. Normal name, I know. I'm new here even though we're three quarters of the way through senior year, and all of the girls seem to be bitchy sluts. Not you, though. You're different."

"Really?" Macy giggled, combing a hand through her ponytail.

"Yeah. You're not wearing a crop top and your hair is tied. You're special."

She blushed. "Well, thank you." I rolled my eyes. Who does this bitch think he is? He was going to be a dickwad like everyone else.

He leaned closer. "Look. I'm headed to a party. Wanna come?"

"What, like, tonight?"

He smirked. "Right now, actually."

"But... what about detention?"

"The teacher isn't going to notice. And Cartography can come too." I perked up at that.

"How do you know my name?" I asked.

"Oh, Hunter told me." He turned back to Macy. "So, wanna come?"

Why would Hunter tell him, I frowned. And how does he know I exist?

I was thrust out of my thoughts by Macy laughing. "Of course!" she said. Grey stood and held out his hand. She took it and followed him out the door. I sighed and walked out with them, glancing nervously at the teacher, who was not looking at all. I was a little excited, though. I'd never been invited to a party before, because of how much of a lonely loser I was.

"So, um," I started, jogging a little to catch up. "Whose party is this?"

Grey looked back at me. "Hunter's."

Oh shit. So I would be seeing Hunter. Well, probably not. He wouldn't pay attention to me, anyway. But still.

We got to the carpark, and Grey unlocked his car. It was a vintage car, not that I knew what type it was because I was more interested in anything other than cars, but it seemed nice. I clamoured into the backseat awkwardly as Macy got into the passenger seat.

When we reached Hunter's house, the party was already in full swing. Teenagers were sitting on the porch making out, drinking alcohol and singing loudly. I walked into the party, awkwardly as usual, and tried to follow Grey and Macy. Eventually, they both disappeared and I found myself standing alone. I felt a little disappointed. My first ever friend, and she ditched me to go with a guy. She still wasn't a bitchy slut, but I was hurt. Everyone surrounding me was either a jock or a bitch. Suddenly, a very drunk Hunter Fisher came up to me.

"Cartography? Why are you here?" he asked incredulously.

"Oh, uh, Grey said I could come. Do you not want me here? Also how do you know my name?"

He blushed a little. Wait, blushed? That's weird. "Oh, uh, no. It's fine. And, uh, you were in my maths class a few years ago. Guess I just remembered all this time, haha."

"Oh," I responded, not knowing what to say.

He stared for a moment before starting again. "So have you had anything to drink?"

"Uh, no, I've kinda just been standing here." I was blushing, I could feel it.

"Here, have this," he said, passing me his bottle. I took it cautiously, before taking a sip. Disgusting. But I kept drinking, and then suddenly everything was blurry, and I couldn't walk straight. I'd never been drunk before. It was weird.

And then the night was a blur after that.