Fridays | c.b

〉help〈

〈 Amanda 〉

My biggest nightmare has come.

Getting into detention.

Unfortunately, Science class was over meaning Corbyn and I would either help the janitor to clean the whole dang school or fix unfixable materials.

I never thought this day would come.

Just because of Corbyn.

Corbyn places his books in his locker carefully whilst I shove my bag in mine, shutting it loudly and forcefully.

"Woah woah, A, wait up" he said and shut his.

I ignored him and continued walking towards the detention room.

"You mad?" he asked, catching me up on walking.

I shrugged.

"I'm sorry Amanda, I was caught up in talking to this girl" he added as I opened the door.
"A girl? Corbyn, I don't want to jump in your life but I waited for you for like five minutes and now i'm getting informed we're here just because of this girl." I retort, throwing my hands at the air.

Corbyn remains silent and sits down in front of me, us avoiding eye contact.

"Aman—"
"Just wait for Mister Roberts, Corbyn." I cut him off and he nodded.

A few silent moments later Mister Roberts opens the door and sighs with a smile.

"Well hello there, Miss Aldis and Mister—"
"Besson. Corbyn Besson" Corbyn said.
"And Mister Besson. May I know why are you both here with me?" he asked as he walked on the table, sitting down.

I glared at Corbyn and he cleared his throat.

"I- I'm new here so I asked Amanda to walk with me every Science class because we're together at that period," Corbyn explains and Mister Robert nods. "And today I- I saw a girl crying at the locker room and offered a shoulder to cry on." he said.

As he explained the reason, I got curious.

"Mhm, and?" Mister Roberts said, writing something on the paper.
"A- and I didn't saw it was time for Science and saw Amanda running towards me and this girl on the bleachers" Corbyn replied.
"And so then I stayed calm and tried not to panic knowing this could happen when we're late at class" I quickly added.
"Sorry, alright?" he sighed.
"Watch me get scolded at for an hour straight" I mumbled and looked down.

Mister Roberts stands up and peeled the piece of paper and put it inside a folder.

"In that case, your reasons aren't that bad, you two shouldn't even be here" Mister Roberts chuckled.
"Exactly" I sighed.
"Then why are we here?" Corbyn asked.
"Because your Science teacher gave me a card about this" he replied.

Corbyn nodded and I rolled my eyes.

I don't know how mom will react about this.

Not even myself knows.

"Gather up because we're cleaning three classrooms in one hour" Mister Roberts announced.

Our eyes widen.

"WHAT?!" Corbyn and I exclaimed.
"Three classrooms in one hour?! Come on Mister Roberts is there any other thing we can do?" I sighed, knitting my forehead.
"Nope, I mean this is the least that you both can do. Worse cases of detention cleans the whole school, you two will just clean three parts or it." Mister Roberts explains.

I rolled my eyes, knowing even if I cleaned the whole school twice, she wouldn't forgive me.

Or worse...

She might not let me to the Halloween party this Friday!

I mentally slapped myself and followed Corbyn and Mister Roberts lazily.

"Welcome to what most students call hell um, the storage room!" Mister Roberts smiled.

Why is he so smiley about this?!

None of this is fun!

"I can tell why students call this hell" Corbyn blurted out.
"Well I see that too" Mister Roberts chuckled.
"Are you gonna leave us alone here?" I frowned in stress.
"Yeah, I have classes to go at. I'll check you two after twenty minutes or so. Don't do anything stupid! CCTVs are doing their jobs!" he informed and we looked around to find the CCTVs.

He waves teasingly in an annoying way and shut the door.

"Well, there's twenty minutes starting" Corbyn sighed.

I walked to the corner of the old and dusty file holders and picked up the broom.

"There's another broom at the other side of room." I snapped when I saw him coming close to me.

He didn't reply and went to the other side of the room as I said and got his own broom.

"Gosh, it's so hot in here, and it's really dark" I groaned.
"The electricfans don't work" Corbyn informs me.
"Wow, useless" I said sarcastically and continued sweeping.

-

What felt like five minutes passed, we finished sweeping the ginormous storage room of things that are probably useless.

"Who's mopping and who's gonna take off webs?" I asked him.
"I'm good with any" Corbyn replied.
"Mop." I said and gave him the mop sternly.

I stared at his eyes which I never thought were this beautiful before turning away and getting the other thing that was used to take off webs.

Corbyn started to mop the front of the door and slowly made his way out while I figure out a way to reach the top edge.

I made soft struggling sound which got Corbyn's attention, making him giggle and cleared his throat.

I looked at him.

"You uh, n- need help there, Amanda?" he asked with a smile.

My right leg was stepping on the box while the other was two boxes down, making my butt look big from the back.

"No I do not need any of your help Corbyn" I replied confidently.
"You sure?" he asked again.
"Yeah i'm su—"

Before I finished my sentence, I fell down to the floor, making me squeal and shut my eyes.

"I knew you needed help." Corbyn whispered, making me open my eyes only seeing I was catched my his arms.

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