Flower Crown • BLOAH •

Detention Pt. 1

(Continuation of last chapter.)

Blake's POV

Noah shut the classroom door quickly and pulled me in for another kiss.

My arms immediately wrapped around his neck as he hoisted me up onto the random teacher's desk.

His hands roamed my body, traveling from my waist to my lower back, bringing me closer to him.

Noah pulled away from my lips and attached to my neck, sucking and biting everwhere, elicitng small moans from me.

I rubbed up and down his back, my hands eventually tangling in his hair.

He was about to bite down on my sweet spot when the door opened and the person gasped loudly.

We both jerked away from each other and turned to see who it was.

It was Mr. Bildad, and old, strict man who scared the crap out of everyone in the school, even the principal.

Judging by the look on his face, he was not happy to see two teenage boys making out in his classroom.

"What do you boys think you're doing?" Mr. Bildad asked, voice cold.

"Umm, well, you see...uh," Noah turned to me with a frantic expression and mouthed 'help me'.

I was about to pour out some lame excuse when Mr. Bildad spoke again.

"Shouldn't you be in class, or anywhere besides my room?"

"No sir, we have free period." I said, hands trembling in my lap.

"Well you won't be having one after school because I'm giving you detention."

I froze, staring at him with a shocked expression while he glared at the two of us, a subtle smirk on his face.

"Follow me." He turned on his heel and left the classroom, Noah and I trailing behind.

I wanted to ask where we were going, but I figured we were already in enough trouble. Besides, I could hardly think after hearing what he just said.

We arrived at the principal's office, Mr. Bildad opening the door without knocking carelessly and interrupting a meeting.

Instead of being angry, our principal smiled brightly to mask his fear and said, "Hi Mr. Bildad, what can I do for you?"

"You can give me two detention slips." He said, hand already stretched out and waiting.

The principal didn't hesitate to rummage through his drawers and hand the pieces of paper to Mr. Bildad with another fake grin.

After filling out the forms, Mr. Bildad gave them to us and began to walk off.

He looked back, "Word of advice, next time you do something like that, use the janitor's closet. At least it's already dirty in there."

Noah growled, waiting until he was completely turned around before flipping him off.

I broke down into tears, watching through blurry eyes as they soaked into the detention slip.

"Blake, what's wrong?" Noah asked, pulling me into a back hug.

"I-i've never gotten detention before." I mumbled.

"Oh, is that all. Don't worry about it ok, it'll be fine."

"But how do you know?"

"I've had it a few times thanks to my idiot soccer friends. We'll probably just be in there with a few stoners and a teacher who doesn't want to be there either."

I sighed, glancing back at the paper before stuffing it in my pocket and spinning around to hug Noah back.

*time skip to the end of the school day*

The final bell rang and I gathered my things, walking much slower out of the classroom since I was in no hurry to leave.

Jaden met me at my locker, a giant smile plastered on his face. I smiled back, but I knew he could tell it wasn't geniune.

"Hey Blake, you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." I said, looking away from him.

"Wanna hang out later?"

"I can't, I got detention."

Jaden stared at me with the same expression I had given Mr. Bildad.

"You, Blake Gray, got detention?" He asked,  looking at me with suspicion.

"Yes, and don't go spreading the word."

Jaden patted me on the back, "Good luck." He smiled, running after someone in the hall.

Noah popped up next to me, grabbing my hand and practically sprinting down the hallway to our detention room.

"Why are we rushing?" I asked, trying to loosen his tight grip on my hand.

"So we can get a good seat."

"Noah, this isn't some special at the movie theater. We're going to detention, does it matter where we sit?"

"Yes! If we don't get there early we will have to sit in the front where the teacher can see us."

I rolled my eyes, sucking in a breath when I realized we were here.

As we stepped into the classroom, I heard Noah curse under his breath and saw that the few seats in the very back of the small room were taken.

"Well look who it is. Noah Beck, its been a long time." Some guy said, smirking at Noah.

Noah glared daggers into the boy, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me towards the seats farthest from the guy.

I wonder who he is?

A/N: Hey guys, hope you enjoyed! Sorry I've been gone for so long, but I'm back now and can hopefully update more consistently. I have exams later in December, so I might post a little less then. But thank you all for the support! I can't beleive we hit 4k! I love each and every one of you so much and can't thank you enough for even taking the time to read my book<3