Class Fanfiction 2.0

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Angeles was disappointed in the fact that she adjusted to detention so easily. Honestly, it was not as bad as she thought it was gonna be.

Normally she'll just pull out her sketchbook and draw random objects in the room, or cute animals until she gets bored of that and sleeps.

Although her "inmates" come and go (and really she couldn't care less) there always seems to be a constant, which is the boy who sits next to her. She doesn't really know what to make of him, to be honest.

He's kinda cute, with his green eyes and tousled brown hair, but other than that he's actually really fucking aggravating sometimes.

It's not like he talks much to her, despite their first introduction. He just sits quietly and laughs at her occasionally when she does something stupid, like accidentally poke herself in the eye with a pencil.

"Shut the fuck up," She had told him, "You can't even write an essay."

Okay, maybe she still holds a tiny grudge from the first day she met him and the way he casually called her "four eyes". But he really didn't have to say that!

At least today's Friday, Angeles sighed mentally, setting her stuff down on a desk. Then this week can finally be over.

She glances towards the door and of course, there he is, walking in nonchalantly and across the room to where Angeles sat.

She doesn't say anything to him, only stares as he unpacks a giant Hershey's bar and proceeds to stare at it as if he was a starving child from a third world country.

"You hungry?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Like you wouldn't believe," He replied, nearly devouring the entire thing with one bite. Angeles scrunched up her nose in disgust.

"Everything in this school's cafeteria makes me want to puke. Got this from a vending machine," He continued, holding up the wrapper.

Angeles felt sorta bad about the fact that this boy's literally living off chocolate bars, but then again, that's his own fault.

Not really wanting to make more conversation, she just nodded her head and kept staring at the whiteboard, hoping something interesting would suddenly appear on it.

"Oh wow, this is awkward."

What now-

Angeles turned her head, and was surprised to see a look of guilt on his face.

"What?" She asked.

"I don't even know your name. And I haven't even asked."

"Well, that's okay, cause I don't know yours either," She realized.

He rolled his eyes. "Some friendship we have."

I'm sorry... what?

"We're friends?" Angeles asked, confused.

"I mean, I guess so..." He looked away, like he regretted saying it in the first place.

Shit. Didn't mean to sound like that.

"I'm Angeles," She declared suddenly, holding out her hand.

He grinned slyly, looking back at her with more confidence. "I'm Axl. And I'm not shaking your hand, we haven't gotten to that stage yet."