The Gang Leader's Iris

6// Friday Detention

"Riss, you ready to go?" Westly asks, leaning against the locker next to mine.

"I have detention." I say, looking for my History textbook.

"I thought you got out of it?" he says more like a question, arching an eyebrow in the process.

"This is for something different." I sigh, slamming my locker shut. "Thanks, by the way, for calling the teacher a bitch and getting me in trouble for it." I say sarcastically.

"I was going to tell her, but you seemed to have it under control." He defends, I nod and start walking to the detention room. "So what did you get it for?"

"The same teacher said that she saw Ian an I kissing." I shudder and stop at the door. "Later." I walk into the room and relief floods through me. "Sup, Arnaldo." I say, walking to his desk.

"Iris," he sighs. "what are you doing here?"

"Mrs. Perkins claims that she saw me kissing Ian." I answer, sitting down on the desk. "So here I am in Friday Detention."

"Did you?" He asks, filling in my name.

"No, he pushed me up against a tree and told me to stop taking his seat." I answer, pulling out my phone.

"No phones in detention." he snatches my phone from me and turns it off. I look at him with my best puppy dog face and he chuckles. "I have a nine year old daughter; you're gonna have to try harder."

(A/N: Bold is when they are speaking in Spanish and translation is in (parenthesis). Continue with your reading.)

"Eres una cara de culo. (You're a butt face.)"I groan, hopping off the desk.

"Hablo a español. (I speak Spanish.)" he says, I blush and sit in desk in the center of the last row. "Why are you here five minutes early?"

"Because." I shrug. "Por favor, puedo tener mi teléfono? (May I please have my phone?)" I beg.

"No." he deadpans, grading papers or whatever.

"Por favor. (Please.)" I keep begging until he finally cracks; five seconds later.

"Fine." He groans. I smile and walk up to the desk, taking my phone.

"Gracias. (Thank you.)" I chirp skipping back to my seat. A few minutes later Mr. A starts talking, but I ignore it.

"Iris!" A familiar voice chirps.

"Kyle..." I trail, turning off my phone. "what did you do?"

"I was watching American Pie in Foreign Language instead of doing the listening practice." he answers, sitting down in the seat to my right.

"Nice." I chuckle. "How far did you get?"

"Not very far." he sighs, leaning back in the desk chair. "I got to the dog licking the peanut butter off his penis." I laugh at the disappointed look on his face.

"Trevor, Diego, and Santiago, what brings you boys here?" Mr. Arnaldo asks sarcastically.

"Do you even want to know?" I hear one of them ask.

"I'm going to regret this, but yes."

"We were at the Willow Tree and some sophomore girl just randomly started talking to us." I look up to see Trevor and the twins.

"She was flirting with me so of course I flirt back." the twin with dark green eyes says.

"Then this guy comes up to the two of them and tries to pick a fight." the pale green one speaks up.

"Long story short, we beat his ass and we are here now." Trevor finishes.

"Boys," Mr. A sighs. "you need to stop; I'm getting tiered of spending time after school with you five."

"Ian's not even here." Kyle points out. Speak of the devil and he will appear. As if on cue, Ian strolls into the room with a smirk on his face.

"And now I am. I don't suppose you would like to know what landed me here, Arnaldo." Ian says, leaning against the wall.

"I already know." Arnaldo answers. "Now, go sit down you four."

The four of them turn to face Kyle and I and walk in our direction. Ian locks gazes with me and finds his way to the desk on my left side. Trevor sits in front of Kyle, dark green eyes in front of Ian, and pale green eyes in front of me. "Sup, chica." Dark green eyes greets me.

I roll my eyes and mutter "Ugly ass mam whore."

"Watch your mouth, Iris!" Arnaldo scolds.

"What did you say?" He asks.

"I wouldn't want to put a dent in your ego." I smile, pulling out my phone.

"He needs it." Pale green eyes encourages.

"Man whore," I say, with a straight face. "is what I said."

They all look at me for a few seconds before looking at the man whore's reaction and bursting into a fit of laughter.

"Sorry, did I hurt your feelings?" I ask looking at him. I frown and move a finger down my cheek to show mock tears. "Di, how are you not laughing?" Santiago, I'm assuming, asks his brother. "She is hilarious."

Diego tucked his lips, trying not to laugh, until he bursts. After he sobers up he looks me in the eyes and sends me a glare. "Just admit it dude," Trevor smirks. "she's pretty funny."

"Whatever." he mumbles.

"Don't try flirting like that towards me again and we won't have anymore problems." I say, looking through my phone.

"Mr. Arnaldo, why does she get to use her phone?" Kyle shouts.

"Because I annoyed him." I answer, putting my earbuds in. I scroll through my music and decide on Arctic Monkeys.

"What are you listening to?" Kyle asks, after a few minutes of me having peace and music. I sigh and decided that so far Kyle is the only one of these five that I like so I will answers. The peace was nice while it lasted though.

"Do I wanna know? by Arctic Monkeys." I answer, pulling out one of my buds.

"That's Ian's favorite band." Santiago states, I look to Ian for confirmation. I can tell by the nod and slight smile on his lips that Santiago speaks the truth.

"What's you favorite song by them?" I ask, out of curiosity.

"I wanna be yours." he answers and I nod in agreement.

"Good choice." I muse.

"What's your favorite band?" Diego asks.

"Blink-182," I respond without thinking. "but my favorite song is Love Song by The Cure."

"You really do have a good taste in music." Kyle exclaims, clapping.

"You're like a shorter, more refined version of Mahogany." Trevor comments.

"She's also less obnoxious and more humorous." Santiago adds.

"I'm going to call you Tia." I inform him. He puts on a tilted smile as the other guys bust out laughing.

"I'll call you Ce." he states, smirking. Bringing my hands to my face, I kiss my fingertips and blow on them, sending him a kiss. He catches it and cups his hands, bringing it to his heart. I chuckle and decide that Kyle and Tia are the only ones that I like from their little group.