"3:12pm... only 18 minutes left." You mumbled to yourself, slumping further down in your seat.
The boy sat behind you leaned forward over his desk so that he was next to your ear. "Actually, its an hour an 18 minutes." He whispered.
You spun around abruptly to look at him- it was no other than Sam Hurley. "No, school finishes at 3:30pm." You stated, prodding his chest so that he flew back into his chair.
"Not when you have a detention." Sam goaded, a coy smile illustrating his smug face.
"What?" You queried, your eyes narrowing. You rolled your eyes and faced the front again, trying to refocus your attention on the teacher.
"Watch this." Sam prompted a few minutes after your last encounter with him. You chose to ignore him and remain facing the front.
All of a sudden, you felt a section of your hair being yanked harshly. "Hey what the fuck do you think you're doing?!" You shrieked, turning around and facing Sam who returned your icy stare with a blank expression.
"I don't know what you're on about?" Sam ridiculed, his lips curling slightly.
"What's going on over there?" The teacher snapped, making his way to the back of the room where you and Sam were sitting. The entire class had all turned around in their seats to watch the performance that you had unintentionally started.
"Sam pulled my ha..." you began before you were cut off.
"Y/n's hair had fallen onto my desk after she had gone to sleep during this boring lesson sir." Sam clarified, resting his head in his hands as he stared up at the teacher, eager to observe the reaction he wished to have provoked.
The teacher frowned, darting his eyes between you and Sam. "Detention for both of you tonight in the library."
"But what did I do?!" You argued.
"You fell asleep AND disrupted the class. Oh and before you ask, you called this lesson boring and yanked y/n's hair, Hurley." The teacher said before storming back to the front of the class. You huffed and slumped even further down into your chair.
After 10 minutes had passed, the bell rang, signalling the end of school. Sam stood up and sat down in front of you on your desk. "You coming?" He coaxed, booping your nose.
You glared up at him before sighing and standing up. He followed you through the small spaces between the desks, waving childishly and blowing a kiss to the teacher on his way out. You had already walked ahead into the hallway to avoid walking with Sam.
As you approached the library doors, a hand gripped onto your wrist and jerked your entire body in a different direction. "Hey!" You squealed, trying to squirm out of the firm grip around your wrist. You looked up at the owner of the hand- It was Sam?
"What is your problem with me today?!" You fumed, still trying to escape his strong grasp. "First you get me a detention and then when I try to go to it, you pull me away? If we're late we'll get suspended Sam!"
However, Sam ignored your complaints and instead opened the door to the disabled toilet, harshly dragging you in with him.
"Woah woah woah I'm not having sex with you!" You blurted, pulling back and freeing your wrist from Sam's hand.
"What?!" Sam exclaimed in disgust. "Oh my god y/n, why would you even think that?!"
"Because everyone has sex in here!" You defended, shaking your head.
"Well I can't say that I fancy fucking you in a disabled toilet." Sam laughed, locking the door.
"Then... why did you bring me in here?" You questioned, cocking an eyebrow.
"Look down at your leg." Sam advised, pointing towards the blood that was running down your thighs.
"Fuck." You mumbled searching the bathroom desperately for some toilet paper.
Once finding some, you began wiping away the blood that continued to drip down past your skirt. You had no pads or tampons- what the fuck were you going to do?
"Here." Sam spoke. You shifted your eyes from the uncomfortable expression on his face to the hoodie that he was offering.
"...Are you sure? It'll most likely get ruined." You began, surprised by Sam's action of kindness.
"I don't care. It's old anyway." He shook his hand slightly, motioning for you to take it off him. "Please, just have it."
You offered him a sympathetic smile before wrapping the hoodie tightly around your waist.
"If I'd have known that this was going to happen then I wouldn't have gotten you a detention." He spoke, looking down at his feet awkwardly as he tried to avoid watching you clean yourself up.
"Why did you get me a detention Sam?" You asked, adopting a soft tone.
His face flushed red as he shifted closer to the door. "I don't know... it was the only way I could find to spend time with you outside of class."
"Why would you want to do that? You hate me." You chuckled, flushing the bloody toilet paper and straightening your skirt in the mirror.
"I don't hate you." Sam sputtered, shaking his head and scrunching up his face in confusion.
"You don't?" You questioned, unfocusing your gaze on the mirror and directing it towards Sam's flustered face.
"No! In fact I used to really want to be your friend. I read somewhere that if you annoy a girl enough, then she'll eventually start to like you."
You laughed at Sam's statement, disbelief clouding your mind. "I don't know what you've been reading but that definitely isn't true. Maybe if you treated me nicely from the start, I'd actually like you now."
"So you're saying there's no chance that we'll ever be friends?" Sam asked, disappointment contorting his features.
"No, what you did just now definitely earned you a few brownie points." You smiled, looking down at the hoodie wrapped around your waist. "I'm a firm believer in second chances. Let's say we try again and start fresh?" You suggested, holding out your hand.
Sam grinned, taking your hand in his and shaking it. "Well then... Hello, I'm Sam Hurley, and you are?"
"Nice to meet you Sam, I'm y/n." You giggled, still shaking 'Sam's hand.
"That's a beautiful name. Fancy going with me to the library for a detention?" Sam beamed.
"Let's call it a date." You smiled back.
