A Forbidden Romance

Chapter Two

Reader's POV:

"I can't believe Mrs Howard has given you detention for the rest of the week!" Stella sat across from you at your usual table in the cafeteria. It had been 2 hours since your altercation with your new English teacher, and you were still pissed that she had given you detention for the rest of the week, meaning you were going to have to miss cheer practice. You were the captain of the cheer squad; missing practice just simply wasn't an option for you.

"Yeah, well I'm not going. I'm not missing cheer for her!" You were hoping that she'd forget, but Mrs Howard didn't seem the type to just forget.

"First day back and my girl is already causing trouble." Your boyfriend, Payton nudged you playfully, his hand resting uncomfortably on your thigh underneath the table.

"Yeah, well I wouldn't be if she wasn't such a fucking bitch!" You absentmindedly scrolled through Instagram on your phone. "I don't know who Mrs Howard thinks she is! God knows how she's married; I feel sorry for her husband. I mean-" You were too busy ranting to notice Stella kicking you under the table, until she kicked you a little too hard and your head snapped up. "Ow! What's your problem?"

Stella's eyes were wide, but she remained silent whilst you raised a questioning eyebrow. Then her eyes shifted slightly, moving just an inch to your left, looking at something, or rather someone.

"A bitch huh?"

Your eyes widened just as much as Stella's, heart beating ten to the dozen when you registered that familiar voice, Mrs Howard. Fuck.

"Well, I've been called worse." You froze, not daring to turn around to look at her. You could see Stella trying to hide her smirk behind her hand, a few girls from the next table were looking at you, muffled whispers between them.

"You're on a roll today aren't you y/n? Not even 1 o'clock and you've already earned yourself 2 week's detention." The smugness in her voice was evident, causing your blood to boil inside of you. Another weeks detention? Is she for real? You remained silent, rage bubbling up inside of you, threatening to break through the surface, but you somehow managed to keep your cool.

"I'll see you at 4, don't be late." You heard the tapping of her heels against the floor signalling she was finally leaving, you glanced over your shoulder to see her retreating form, before your gaze shifted back to your best friend, glaring at her.

"What the hell?! Why didn't you tell me she was standing right behind me?!" You hissed, keeping your voice low to avoid any more attention being drawn to you.

"I tried! But you were too busy talking! You really do like the sound of your own voice, don't you?" Stella giggled. Now it was your turn to give her a harsh kick to the shin.

"Ow!" She moaned, reaching under the table to rub at her leg. "What was that for?"

You ignored her stupid question just as the bell rang, signalling the end of lunch. "I'm not going to detention." You mumbled as the three of you rose simultaneously. "What's she going to do anyway if I don't go? Turn up at cheer practice and drag me there kicking and screaming?" The three of you chuckled at the mere thought of that scenario taking place. You were completely oblivious to the fact that that's exactly what she'd do, minus the kicking and screaming part.

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You had managed to go the rest of the day without any more run ins with your favourite teacher. Although you had been pretty vocal about how pissed off you were, ranting to anyone who'd listen.

It was now 4:00pm and you had just arrived at cheer practice, deliberately taking the long way in order to avoid Mrs Howard's class.

"Shouldn't you be in detention right now?" One of the girls giggled, shoving her bag into her locker.