Big Brothers (ON HIATUS)

CHAPTER 6: DETENTION

I grab my stuff out of my locker, and head to detention. When I get to detention I throw the slip on the teachers desk then go and sit in the seat in the back corner by the window. I put an earbud in while the teacher tells us the rules ”No talking, Leaving, or distracting. I expect you to be doing work nothing else.” Elaborates the teacher. I put my other earbud in, prop my feet up and look out the window. I see football practice going on, and groups of people talking. I study the outside until 5 minutes later when someone slams open the door creating a loud bang. I don’t really care. I just turned the volume up on my iPod and continued to look out the window, bored. Not even a minute later I feel a tap on my shoulder “Can I help you?” I ask looking up “Your in my seat. Hey your the girl that punched me.” He answered “Well you snooze you lose, and I don’t appreciate being called ‘Sweetheart’. I think you should find another seat. Shouldn’t you?” I ask “You're in my seat, move.” He Gritts out “No thanks it sucks to suck now doesn’t it?” “Move!” He whispers yells, again. “No! Either your gonna move me or I’m not moving.” I stubbornly reply. He ponders his choices for about a minute. In that minute I really study him really tall, maybe 6’7, 6’8 or 6’9. Strong jawline, tattoos,he has a scar under his left eye. He has his lip, and nose pierced and his ears are pierced in a couple places. Black curly hair and a sharp jawline. What startled me the most was his cold black eyes, they looked empty. Finally he gave up and sat In front of me. Good he’ll leave me alone I thought as I put my earbuds back in, I go back to looking outside. All I see is football practice is still happening. My peacefulness doesn’t last long because Mr. Asshole turns around and pulls an earbud out of my ear “Wanna get out of here?” He asks. Is he serious? I look at the teacher to see him sound asleep. I look at him “You’re talking to me, right?” I ask to make sure because two minutes earlier we weren’t getting along well. “Yes sweetheart I’m talking to you.” He replies “You do realize I punched you right, and took ‘your’ seat right.” “Yes but you're the most interesting person here, so are you coming or not?'' he says grabbing his stuff. Oh you know what fuck it, it beats staying in this class room for 2 hours “Fuck it let’s go” I get up and say while grabbing my stuff. “How are we getting out?” I ask. He walks over and opens the window “After you, Sweetheart.” He says smirking “Don’t call me Sweetheart.” I say climbing out the window. I land on the grass and wait for Mr. Asshole to get out of the window. Finally he’s out. “Where are we going?” I ask as he starts walking. “Just follow me.” He says. So I do, we go to the parking lot, and end up by the most beautiful thing ever. It’s a 2004 black Yamaha Yzf R6. I just stare, probably with my mouth open. “You good?” Mr. Asshole asks “Fine. Nice bike, it’s a Yamaha Yzf R6, right?” I say snapping out of my trance. “Yeah, you know bikes.” He looks genuinely surprised “Know bikes? I used to have one. I loved them.” I replied “Oh yeah? What happened?” “Life.” I flatly say. He doesn’t question further, instead he gets on the bike “Hop on.” He says handing me a helmet, I put it on and do as told a little hesitant to wrap my arms around his waist. Eventually I do and I can feel he’s smirking “Oh come on sweetheart I don’t bite … unless you ask.” “Asshole!” I say hitting his back. He just laughs starting the bike, and we leave the school.

(15 minutes later)

We pull up to a diner. The ride was great the scenery was beautiful and the wind flying in my face felt so good. We got of his bike and went inside. Inside was crazy the walls had all different colored paintings with a black floor and the tables of the booths were different sports field or courts. It was really cute and cool. We took a seat at a table with a hockey rink. “This place is so cool!” I. Say to Mr. Asshole “Oh yeah?” he says raising an eyebrow “Yeah just look around paintings everywhere including graffiti, sports booths. This place is awesome.” “Wait till you try the food. Hey Timo menus. Please.” Yells asshole soon a tall man with a graphic tee and jeans comes out and hand us menus, we say thanks he leaves. I look at the menu there’s a lot to pick. I go with a cheese burger and fries. Time comes back out to take our orders. “I’ll have the double cheeseburger with fries, please.” I say  “Ok.” He turns to Asshole “Same.” He says “I'll be right out with your orders.” Says Timo as he walks away. Asshole turns to me, smirking, and asks, “You sure you can eat all that, sweetheart?” “Positive.”I reply smirking back. “Let’s play 20 questions .” I say “Ok. You first.” He says. I think about what I should ask him when it clicks, I don’t know his name I just call him Mr. Asshole. “What’s your name?” He looks shocked “You don’t know my name?” “Nope, do you know mine?” I ask “Nope.” He answers “Well it’s Zeppelin, and yours?” I introduce “Ok Zeppelin Blue my names Devil King.” I start laughing “Your names Devil King?” I say in between laughs “Yes.” He replies flatly “Wait really? On your birth certificate it says Devil Something King?” I ask not laughing anymore “Actually it says Devil Danger King if we’re being technical, and yes my middle name is Danger.” He answers “Wow that's actually a nice name.” I say thinking about other names. “Thanks know that we’ve gotten past introductions it’s my turn. Any siblings? If so how many and gender.” He says getting to the point. “I have 18 older brothers. Nine actual, the blue brothers, and 9 soon to be step brothers, the Black brothers.” He lets out a low whistle “Damn, Sweetheart that's a lot of brothers.” “Tell me about it. What about you any siblings?” Yeah four older brothers and two little brothers and a little sister.” He says a small smile on his lips. He really loves his sibling awww. “That’s a big family.” I say “Says the one with 18 brothers. Favorite color?” “Black and red, yours?” “Black and Blue. Favorite genre of music?” “Probably have to say classic Rock, but I like almost everything except country.” I say “Same, I also don’t like electric pop.” He says “Me neither. Favorite food?” I ask “I’d have to say “Wings or Waffles, you?” He answers “Waffles,” I say agreeing with him “or Oreos. Ok um favorite sport?” “Easy Boxing and Hockey.” He says. Wow we have a lot in common. “Same.” I say “Ok one thing you wish you could change about your life?” Devil asks. I know exactly what I would change. It's been replaying in my mind for the past 2 years. “My past, I would change my past.” I whisper “So would I.” He whispers back looking right into my eyes. I stare back and study his eyes there not just black there’s specks of dark blue and Grey, but they look drained with no life left. They’re sad and empty. We just continue to stare into each other’s eyes trying to pick the person apart piece by piece. “Here’s your guy's food” Timo says, handing us our food, breaking the little trance we were in. “Thanks.” I say smiling. You’re welcome anything else I can get you?” He asks “Nope.” Answers Devil taking a bite out of his burger. Timo leaves and I take a bite out of my burger and holy shit it’s good I moan “Sweetheart people might think something if you keep doing that.” He says with a smirk “Shut up. It’s good.” I say in a whiny voice. “Any back to the game.” he says “Where were you last week? I didn’t see you at school.” “Well that’s because I just moved here from Texas. Today was my first day.” I answer. “You had detention on your first day? Why?” “Technically I have detention for the next month. Because I punched Nathan Hamilton and Paul Martin in the face because they were being racist to Drayden Collins and making fun of him for being gay plus Paul called me Sweetheart. As you can see I’m not wearing the required uniform, I also punched you right in front of Mr. Dildoh. Last I punched Makayla Northcott in the face for calling me and other people sluts. Oh and I was disrespectful towards teachers. Why were you in detention?” I ask “First off Jesus you do not mess around,” “No I do not.” I say interrupting him “and I was in detention for skipping. Second, my jaw still hurts.” He says rubbing it “No it doesn’t quit being a baby.” I say pushing his shoulder from across the booth. “Your right it doesn’t.” He goes all serious “What hurts is my brain from processing all the information I’ve gathered about you today.” We both bust out laughing. After we finish laughing, Devil asks “What’s it like for you having 18 brothers?” I think for a second. “It can be great sometimes, and other times not so much. It’s great when you need help or something to do, or you just don’t want to be alone. The not so great times are when they’re controlling or think they know what’s best for me. Or when I need space or want to be left alone sometimes it can get annoying. Don’t get me wrong I love my family with my whole heart no less just sometimes space is good. You know.” “Yeah I completely understand.” “Ok enough with the sappy stuff. Favorite Tv show?” I ask “that’s tough Supernatural or Big Mouth. What about you?” “Spongebob or Supernatural.” I say agreeing with him “Ok favorite Movie?” “I’d have to say E.T. Favorite superhero and why?” He asks “That’s two questions and Batman because even though he doesn’t have actual powers he’s still a hero.” “I know It's two mines Beast Boy because it be pretty cool to shapeshift into any animal I want. Wouldn’t that be cool?” He says “Totally.“ I say “Hey what time is it?” He Checks the time “Shit we gotta go. Detention ends in 10 minutes.” He says grabbing a 20 out of his wallet throwing it on the table, and grabbing my hand running out the door. “Later Timo!” He calls handing me his helmet. I put it on get on the bike and wrap my arms around him.