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🌼detention- teen!sam x reader🌼

(this was before the drake brothers changed their name! Sam's original last name is Morgan)

Warnings: None!Words: 1.1K

The silence was making my ears pound, the only sound in the classroom was Mr. Guerro's sharp footsteps across the entire room as he monitored each student. I stared at the dark green chalkboard, the only thing written was:

'EYES ON YOUR OWN PAPER!' 'NO CHEATING, YOU WILL FAIL IMMEDIATELY!!'

And below that was the day's date.

I rolled my eyes and tried focusing on my work. Every little sound bothered me, the sound of someone's foot-tapping, pens clicking, even someone scratching their arm.

I shook my head trying to get the sounds away from me, looking over at my friend Samuel. He was a year older than me, and always protected me. He was a very good friend to me. I always kind of had a crush on Sam though, but I felt bad for it. He was always in and out of relationships with one of his ex-girlfriends, I don't remember her name but I am always jealous each time they are together.

Sam has his pencil touching the corner of his mouth, eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrowed as he stared down at his paper with intensity like he was trying to summon lasers from his eyeballs. I could tell he didn't know what he was doing, hell the only reason I remember is because I stayed up until one in the morning studying.

I guess he caught me staring at him because he glanced over and gave me a wide grin which melted my heart. Sam looked back over at Mr. Guerro who was at his desk nose deep in a novel I didn't recognize.

Samuel slid his test closer to me on his desk. "Do you think you can help me, y/n?" He mouthed, cupping his hand to prevent sound from going over to the reading teacher.

"Don't make it obvious like last time, Mrs. Applegate is still glaring at us in English," I muttered, sliding my test to the left side of my desk so he could see it. He gave me a swift nod, adjusting himself so he looked like he was just resting his head on his hand but really he was getting my answers.

I felt more at peace now, and the only sound I was focused on was him scribbling down answers rather hastily. Sam looked relieved when I told him he could copy my answers, which made me feel better.

I watched him almost finish the last question when abruptly-

"Mr. Morgan, and Ms. L/N... What do we have going on here?" A voice monotonously questioned very close.

I nearly jumped out of my skin, his voice boomed throughout the silent classroom. Scribbling of pencils and pens stopped, and all faces of classmates turned to observe what the sound was coming from.

Mr. Guerro suddenly wasn't nose deep into his book anymore, he was standing in front of our desks and about to give us the scolding of our lives. "M-Mr. Guerro, how are you today sir?" Samuel grabbed his paper and I did the same.

I guess Mr. Guerro caught Sam off-guard and startled him because I've never heard Sam ask how a teacher felt. I didn't feel scared of the teacher, I did something good. I helped my friend out who genuinely needed help on a test. A very hard test.

"Oh me? I am doing just fine, Mr. Morgan. As for you and Mrs. L/N... you have detention after school until 6 pm. And this test? You both have a failing grade." Mr. Guerro continued matter-of-factly. He took our tests, then started to walk back, and sat proudly back into his desk. His head seemed to be held a little higher.

Sam looked the complete opposite, he looked like he felt guilty. He glanced over at me and back at the empty desks. He stood up and looked like he was faltering. "Mr. Guerro!" He blurted, his eyebrow furrowed like when he was looking at the hard test.

"Samuel! Don't get yourself in more trouble!" I hissed, looking up at him wondering why he suddenly got the sudden burst of bravery.

Mr. Guerro oogled at Sam like he dared to cross his presence. "What?" He grumbled as he had already been bothered enough already.

"Mr. Guerro you are an...- asshole!" Sam stated with such sureness in his voice. I gasped audibly, along with most of the classroom. Whispers broke out amongst the class, but Mr. Guerro quickly shut them down.

"That's enough from you! You go to detention right this instant!" He bellowed, his face was the reddest I've ever seen. Mr. Guerro pointed to the classroom door. "See yourself out, young man! Any other wisecracks from the peanut gallery?"

I looked at Sam who was slowly staring at me from the doorway. I stood up nervously, swallowing a glob of saliva down my dry throat. "Yeah! You're a... a dickhead!" I nodded, confirming to myself that that was the cussword I wanted to say.

Mr. Guerro turned to face me, his face still very red. "So I'm an asshole.. and a dickhead... This 'asshole dickhead' gives both of you detention right now!" He pointed to the door again, staring down at me furiously.

I shuffled quickly to Sam, making our way out of the door. I let out a relieved sigh. "At least we don't have to worry about the test..." I told him, looking at him with a smile on my face. Sam didn't return my smile like he usually would.

We continued down the hallway, the only sound being his tennis-shoes and my combat boots tapping against the floor with rhythm. "It's my fault, I should've studied. And why did you call him a dickhead? I didn't even know that word was in your vocabulary young lady!" He scolded me playfully as he waggled a finger at me. I returned with a punch to his arm as he grunted and rubbed his arm. "I couldn't let you be in there by yourself, it'll be fun," I explained.

Samuel gave me a warm smile finally, shaking his head as he chuckled. "The Great Adventures of Sam and Y/n... this time they take on the evil Mr. Guerro. Who will win?" He joked.

"Us of course, have you seen his baby stick arms?" I snorted, covering my mouth as I thought of us being superheros and fighting the evil 'Mr. Guerro'.

I noticed we turned the wrong corner for detention. We were heading to the exit. I shook my head as I looked at Sam with confusion. "Sam we have to go back! If they find out we are skipping they will kill us-!" I started, but Sam simply shushed me and we left through the exit.

"How about some burgers and shakes huh? That'll make you feel better?" Samuel asked, looking down at me as he pulled his motorcycle keys from his pocket. I can never deny good food.

 "Alright..."

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