detention | aarmau au

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Chapter 1
His Game

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Aphmau

Great, just great.

It's only the first day back and I already have detention. These dumbass teachers need to check themselves before giving someone detention.

How I am, suppose to survive a month in detention?

My mom is going to kill me when she finds out I have detention.

She could use the chancla on me!

But, it couldn't get any worse from here, right?

As the last bell rang throughout out the classrooms, everyone started packing up their stuff as I quickly dashed out of the room, running down the halls to find the class for detention.

I could feel the attention of eyes as I ran down the halls in a hurry.

I ignored the thoughts rushing throughout my head as my attention was to find the classroom.

I didn't even know what to expect from detention.

My whole body was shaking of all these thoughts running throughout my head as my hand landed on door knob.

I stared at the door knob as if someone would just open it for me instead.

As I turned the door knob, suddenly making a soft creak come from the door as I pushed it open to find nobody in the class.

Weird.

I walked in quickly choosing a seat in the back of the class, settling my things down below my desk waiting for someone to arrive.

My small fingers started tapping on the desk as I reached into my bag, pulling out my sketchbook from the first pocket.

I grabbed my pencil that was originally placed in front of me, making small lines form on the page.

I could hear the sound of heavy footprints coming towards the door as my curiosity got the best of me.

The only sound you could hear was the sound of my pencil dropping to ground and silence.

I stood up from my chair as my eyes widened to had entered the classroom.

Aaron Lycan.

"YOU?"

"What the hell are you doing here!" He says, clearly annoyed of me already.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe go ask the dumbass teacher who gave me detention!"

"Great, my day was already bad enough until you showed up!"

I yelled, already wanted it to be 4 o'clock.

He sighed, placing his hands inside of his pocket walking towards an empty desk on the other side of the classroom in the back.

He sat down as I looked away from him. I thought would've have seen him again after what happened a few months ago.

He was gone for so long last year and appeared out of no where.