𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄. (on hold.)

𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

chapter eight.
[8] DETENTION

     I had been sneaking into Johnny's room the past three days after school—just to check up on how he was doing. Not that I wanted to see him or anything.

Johnny was finally coming back to school today, at least I hope.

I shut my locker closed and made my way to my fourth class of the day. History.

My god I don't even know why they want us to learn the past. Aren't we supposed to move the fuck on?

I'll admit, it is kind of interesting at times but definitely not fit for the first period of day plus, Asher's in the class too and as much as I hate to say, I had been avoiding him.

There was a decent chance that he saw me sneaking in to his house everyday and I didn't want to face any of the questions he may ask. It was just a friendly meeting, or, ranting bank kind of thing although I do admit Johnny's non-funny jokes managed to make my dead humoured self laugh a countless amount of times.

But then again, why would Asher even care? He could be the least bothered for all I know.

I'm so stupid.

And to be honest, Johnny isn't that bad. Maybe his stupid manoeuvres was just some sort of coping mechanism—still don't understand why I was his only target, but maybe he needed a friend? someone other than the egotist jocks of our school but of all
people why me?

I walked into the class, my books upto my chest as my eyes wandered around the room. The only seat left was beside; you guessed it, Asher.

I blinked a couple times as I stared at the seat.
The universe is so against me I swear.

The class began as usual but soon enough I was interrupted by Asher's whisper of a call. I remained in the same position, not even trying to look at him and honestly it wasn't that hard.

"Are you ignoring me?" He questioned, a little louder, his tone blunt.

I reluctantly turned around to face him, he was giving me a look. "What? No," I answered. "I've..been busy."

"Busy with Johnny?" He fired back suddenly and I didn't quite expect that.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You know what I mean." He told me, "Be careful Annie, he's not all that."

Huh?

"Why are you so against him?"

He let out a breath, "Are you defending the idiot who's been such a jerk to you?"

"Maybe I am," I answered hesitantly, "You're the closest thing he has to a brother, that's supposed to be your job." I don't know where all of this is coming from but it is and not going to lie, me a month ago would not be doing this.

Maybe Johnny's pep talks on how I should stop letting people have so much control over me is actually working.

Who knows maybe he's secretly an actual therapist.

"I'm just looking out for you." He said flatly. Looking out for me? Why would he even do that?

I opened my mouth to speak but I was cut off by Mrs.Helen's ruler slapping my desk.

Sigh.

She glared at both Asher and I, "Detention." Her tone stern, "Both of you."

Great.
Just great.

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    I sat there in the backseat, writing in my notebook as the invigilator sat in the front table, creepily glaring at each one us.