Imperfectly Perfect

Four

I sit down at a desk all the way in the back if the classroom, as far away from Mr. Day's desk as possible. Then in walks a tall boy with curly brown hair and charcoal grey eyes. He's wearing a T-shirt and baggy jeans that expose his plaid boxers. He sits down one row in front of me, but diagonally to the left. "Well you're new." he grins at me. "What did a smart looking girl like you do to get invited to this party?"
I blush slightly. I don't go for bad boys, but I must admit he's very attractive. "I had a disagreement with Mr. Day and accidentally shot his coffee all over a bunch of papers."
He chuckles and reaches out a hand, "I'm Alex."
"Annabelle." I shake his hand which is warm and large.
"Is this your first detention?" He asks.
"Yeah, how could you tell." I shift uncomfortably.
"You just seem too quiet for a teacher to give you detention."
"But I am clumsy enough to drown a teacher's papers in coffee."
He smiles, "I bet he deserved it. And hey accidents happen, I don't see why you got detention for it."
"I was "arguing" with him to let me retake a test." I say enforcing air quotes."
"Ah. Well don't worry one bad grade won't sabotage your future."
"No more talking," Mr. Day walks in "this is detention; not a conference call."
Alex winks at me then turns as we emerge into silence.