Chapter 5: Detention

"I'm bored as fuck," I say aloud into the silent room. It's only me, Aaron, and the other two dickheads in here, and the monitor left a while ago and hasn't come back yet. "I'm going to die of fucking boredom and then I'm going to come back and haunt three of you assholes."

"Hey," Aaron protests. "I'm not the one that cheated on you."

"But you're friends with Asshole #1"—I point to Adrian—"and Asshole #2"—I point to Cole—"and that makes you an asshole by association."

Everyone falls quiet.

"I'm bored as fuck," I groan.

"It's only been fifteen minutes," Asshole #1 says. "Have some patie—"

"It's only been fifteen minutes?" I ask. "You've got to be fucking kidding me. It has to have been at least an hour already."

All three boys shake their heads and I groan.

I fold my arms on the desk and lay my head on them, coincidentally giving me a direct view of Aaron's face.

I find myself staring at Aaron, studying his features.

As much as I hate to admit it, he's really hot and is exactly my type, cockiness and all.

I look at his green eyes, which are staring intently at his phone screen, at his black hair, some strands falling forward over his forehead, at his nose and his lips, and at the spot where the dimple on his right cheek would be if he were smiling.

I have a thing for dimples; they're honestly my weakness.

Suddenly Aaron's dimple shows up and I smile. And then I freeze.

If the dimple is there, that means that he's smiling, which means...

Fuck.

My eyes shoot up to his, the smile gone from my face.

"I know I'm hot, Cassie," he says, his smile replaced with a smirk. "But you don't have to stare."

"I wasn't staring," I mumble as I sit up.

"Yes she was," Assholes #1 and #2 say together.

"The both of you can fuck off," I growl at—

Okay, Asshole #1 and Asshole #2 is too long. I need to come up with a nickname for the both of them, one that preferably mocks them and all their 'coolness'. I refuse to call them by their first names.

"What's your full name?"

"Adrian William Hart."

I tilt my head to the side and think.

William. Willy. Ha, Free Willy. Free Willy. Frilly.

"Hey," I say, trying to catch his attention.

He looks up.

"Guess what?"

"What?"

"Your new name is Frilly."

Adrian looks shocked. "What?" he asks. "No. No, no, no, no. Not that. Anything but that."

I smirk at him and shake my head. "Nope, that's your new name for as long as I remember to call you that."

In truth, it'll probably be within a month or two; I'm not the best at holding grudges.

The only way I won't forgive you is if you did something really bad, and even though Adrian and Cole did hurt me really bad by cheating, I didn't really like them anyways. Gracie and Gabs convinced me to go out with them because they were, and I quote, "super-duper freaking sex gods that are hotter than the sun", so...

I give myself a month before I'm calling them by their first names. Out loud anyways; I think that I'll just say their real names in my head until one day it just slips out.

I turn to Cole. "What's your full name?"

He looks up at me, eyes wide, and shakes his head. "Nuh-uh. I will not be reduced to his level of uncoolness."

I glare at him. "Full name. Now."

He pales and shakes his head again.

I turn to Aaron. "Can I stand up?"

He looks at me, confused. "I guess?"

I stand up really fast and quickly jerk towards Cole.

He flinches and immediately speaks. "Cole Finnigan Adams." He says quickly, his arms up to protect his face.

I sit back down, proud of myself.

"You promised, Cassie," Aaron says without looking up from his phone.

"I mean, technically, I didn't physically or emotionally harm him."

Cole scoffs. "I'm not so sure about the emotional part."

Finnigan. Finn. Finny.

"Finny," I declare, and Cole immediately groans.

"No, no, no. Please no, that's almost worse than Frilly."

I shrug my shoulders. "Sorry. It's already in my brain, so I can't call you anything else."

Cole's shoulders sag and I laugh, along with Aaron.

"Shut up, Aaron," Cole and Adrian say together.

Okay, seriously. Am I the only one who finds that extremely creepy?

"Come on, Cass," Cole groans. "Come up with something for Aaron. It's not fair that we get embarrassing nicknames and he doesn't."

"Yeah, that's not fair," Adrian pipes up.

"Cassie won't do that," Aaron says, sure of himself. "She likes me too much, don't you, Cassie?"

I snort. "Not even close, Brewer."

"Why can't you call us by our last names?" Cole whines.

"Because, Finny," I say, taunting him. "I don't want to."

My phone vibrates in my back pocket and I pull it out, seeing that Gabs texted me through the group chat I have with her and Gracie.

Gabs: where are you???

Oh, shit, I forgot; the plan. It's basically where I wait for the monitor to leave the classroom and then I sneak out the window and I go to the parking lot, where Gabs and Gracie wait for me and we drive around and then I go back ten minutes before my detention time is up. It's actually quite genius, and it was my idea, obviously.

Me: coming

"Well, boys," I say as I stand up and stretch. "I'm out. Peace."

Gracie: cass

Gracie: hurry up

Gracie: ur taking forever

Gracie: what's taking so long

Gracie: cassssssss

Gracie: answer me

Me: gracie how the fuck am I supposed to answer when you send six messages in a row in less than a minute

Gracie: ur alive

Gracie: yayyyy

Gabs: grace stop blowing up the chat

Gabs: but she's right cass u need to hurry up

Me: I'm coming hold up

"See you later, guys." I open the window and stick my feet through. I shimmy through and turn around to face the three open-mouthed males still sitting down at the desks.

I smirk at them before closing the window and turning around. The window I went out of opens to the parking lot, so I scan it, looking for Gracie's car.

I hear the classroom window open behind me.

"Where are you going, Cassie?" I ignore Aaron and start to walk over to Gracie's car, which I spotted across the parking lot.

"Cassie!" he yells after me.

I turn around, continuing to walk backwards. "What?"

"Where are you going?"

"Don't worry, I'll be back before the monitor comes back."

I continue on my walk to Gracie's car—still walking backwards—and Aaron grabs my arm, pulling me towards him. My body lands flush against his and I pull back, struggling to keep the blush off my cheeks.

"Give me your phone." He holds out his hand, waiting.

I stare at his hand before lifting my eyes to his, one of my eyebrows raised. "Excuse you?"

"I need your number."

My right eyebrow jumps up to join my left one. "What?"

"So, we can make sure that we all get back before the monitor, Cassie."

"Oh," I say before I shrug. "Okay."

I hand him my phone and he puts his number into it.

"Text me when you're on your way back."

"Okay, dad."

He rolls his eyes at me before he walks back to where Adrian and Cole are standing.

"Bye, Frilly! Bye, Finny!" I shout, adding in a wave for good measure.

Their groans ring out across the parking lot.

I walk to Gracie's car, and I sit in the backseat because Gabs is in the passenger seat.

After I close the door, I notice the silence and look up. Both Gracie and Gabs are staring at me, the faces dominated by shock.

"What?" I ask, confused.

"Why did Aaron Brewer just talk to you in the parking lot?"

"We have detention together and he wanted to make sure that he and his friends and I made it back before the monitor, so he gave me his number."

"He gave you his number?" Gracie squeals. I nod slowly. "Oh my gosh, I can't believe this."

"Can't believe what?"

"That Aaron fucking Brewer gave you his number. And I bet you didn't even ask for it, you lucky bitch," Gabs says.

I stare at them. They're insane. Everybody in this school has been infected with some kind of intelligence impairing and sanity damaging disease.

I'm still confused. "Why is he such a big deal?"

"Why?" Gracie yells. "WHY? He's a freaking sex god, that's why. All the girls that he's slept with, which is a lot of girls, say that he's really good in bed, not to mention that he's super freaking hot, like Chris Hemsworth hot, and he gives off that bad boy vibe."

"So what you're telling me is that he's a player."

Gracie thinks this over. "Yeah, pretty much."

I think.

"Is he popular at school?"

"He's up there with the jocks and he doesn't even play football." Gabs says.

Huh.

Maybe that's why he said his name like I should automatically know who he was.

"Am I really that oblivious to have never noticed him before?"

"Apparently," Gabs and Gracie say together.

"Huh," I say quietly.

If he's as popular as my best friends have made him out to be, that means that at the first conversation we had at my locker, the one where I deemed him an egotistical jerk, Aaron had every right to say his name like that.

Well, I'm never telling him that. Nobody needs to know that I misjudged his character.

"Starbucks or McDonald's?"

"Um..." I trail off, undecided. "Both?"

Gracie and Gabs both shrug together and Gracie starts to drive off to the nearest Starbucks. Or McDonald's. She could go to either one first, but I'm too preoccupied to care.

I unlock my phone and open my contacts, scrolling to find Aaron's.

It's not under 'A', which means he must've saved his number as something else.

I scroll farther down, and under 'H' is 'Hottest Guy Alive'.

I send him a text message.

Me: rly?

Hottest Guy Alive: wht?

Me: nice contact name

Hottest Guy Alive: thx. Did it for u ;)

Me: ur weird as fuck

Hottest Guy Alive: u know u love it cassie

I laugh a little bit. He's so cocky. Maybe he is an egotistical jerk.

"Cass?"

I look up from my phone to find Gabs looking at me.

"Yeah?"

"Be careful. Remember what happened last time?"

She means the last time I let a boy in. He was almost exactly like Aaron, and he ended up hurting me in the exact way every one said he would. I shove the memories away, not wanting my mood to darken.

"I will be."

She stares at me for a few more seconds before she turns to face forward.

I look down at my phone before I place it face down on the seat next to me.

And then I pick it up and change his dumb as fuck contact name.

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Dumbass: let's play a game

Me: what?

Dumbass: a game cassie

Dumbass: you do know what those are, right?

Me: rly?

Dumbass: it's a legitimate question

I shake my head. He's so stupid sometimes.

Me: what's the game?

Dumbass: I'll ask you to choose between two things

Dumbass: You'll give ur opinion and I'll give mine

Dumbass: It'll be like a debate

I roll my eyes.

Me: what happens if we have the same opinion?

Dumbass: then we find two different things

Me: fine

Me: hit me

Dumbass: coffee or iced coffee?

Me: coffee, duh

Me: coffee is a hot caffeinated beverage

Me: iced coffee is not hot

Me: which makes it caffeinated water or milk

Dumbass: how can u say that?

Dumbass: iced coffee is obviously the better choice

Dumbass: with coffee it's always super fucking hot and you always burn your tongue

Dumbass: having iced coffee solved that problem

Me: but the best part of drinking coffee is when you burn your tongue

Me: yea it hurts like a bitch but you still go back for that second sip

Dumbass: it's ok just admit it I'm right iced coffee is better

I put my phone in my back pocket, fed up with his stubbornness. I mean, of course coffee is better than iced coffee.

We had stopped at McDonald's and Starbucks and we were on our way back to school when Aaron texted me with that dumb 'let's play a game' shit. He reminded me of Jigsaw, that crazy dude with the creepy puppet or doll or whatever it fucking is.

Gracie pulls into the school parking lot and parks in a parking spot right by the detention room window.

Aaron is pacing back and forth by the window, staring down at his phone, with Adrian and Cole standing off to the side.

I get out of the car and Aaron's head snaps up. I tell Gracie and Gabs to wait for me and close the door.

I walk over to Aaron, who is glaring at me. "What's your problem?"

"What's my problem?" he asks me angrily. "What's your problem? You never texted me."

"What?" That's what he's upset about?

"You're five minutes past the time we agreed on and you never texted me."

"You said that last part already."

The statement is past my lips before I can stop it.

"Why do you have to be such a bitch about this?"

"Woah, okay," I say in disbelief. "Calm yourself."

"I am calm!"

I snort. "Yeah, okay, buddy."

"Be serious."

"I am serious. You're completely overreacting."

"I am not. If anything, you're not reacting enough."

"I think she's reacting well enough," Adrian says.

"Shut up, Adrian," Aaron says, turning to him. "No one asked you."

Adrian rolls his eyes.

"Why are you acting this way?" I demand, which causes Aaron to turn back towards me, the glare still present on his face.

"Because you never texted me and I was worried."

"I never agreed to do that, so you can't be upset."

Not to mention there's the fact that I was fucking texting him seconds before I walked up to him. He's being completely insane. Maybe my theory on the disease going around the school was true.

Aaron groans. "This is why I don't talk to girls like you."

"Girls like me?" I ask him, my voice loud and angry.

"Yes, girls like you."

What does he mean, girls like me? You know what, I don't want to know because he's being a dick.

"I should break you," I tell him, my voice low. "I should break you and not look back and wish that I never answered you when you attempted to be cool at my locker this morning because I knew you would do this." His eyebrows raise, and the anger falters. "Guys like you always do."

Blame me for something that wasn't even that bad. Well, fuck him. He can go suck a dick.

I shove past him and climb through the window. I sit down in the desk I was before and I face forward, refusing to look at Aaron, who takes his seat next to me.

The monitor walks in. "Okay, guys." He claps his hands together. "Hand in your sheets and you can go."

Sheets? What shee—

Shit. The sheet that we have to fill out where we write what we did wrong and why we shouldn't do it again.

I don't think that I even grabbed one from the teacher's desk at the front of the room.

Well, fuck. That's not good.

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Coffee vs. Iced Coffee? What do you think about Aaron's reaction?

--Rose