"Wake up Cait. You must have slept through your alarm, you're going to be late honey." My mom shook me a bit.
"Okay im getting up." I said as I sat up.
My mom looked at me like she was about to cry.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"I just love you so much." She said.
"Love you too mom." I replied, a little shocked that she just randomly told me that.
She gave me a small wave and walked out.
I went into my closet and pulled out my high waisted knee-ripped boyfriend jeans, a spaghetti strapped crop top and some adidas.
The jeans were high enough to not show my belly in the top so I better not get dress code for trying to look cute.
I sat my clothes on my bed and went to get ready in the bathroom. After I brushed my teeth and put in my contacts I looked at my hair in disgust.
What was I going to do with this birds nest?
I quickly put the whole thing a tight bun on too my head and went to put on my clothes. Today is going to be a good day. I'm not going to have any troubles, I'm going to stay away from Dillon and enjoy my day.
***
"Take out some paper for a pop quiz." Ms. Shitty said.
That isn't her actual name of course, she's just a really old, shitty teacher so students call her that behind her back.
Also, goodbye to having a decent day today. Pop test are the worst
Everyone groaned as they got papers out from their binders.
"Psst. Cait. Lemme borrow some paper." I heard Devon say behind me.
"I swear if I have to give you paper one more time I'm going to scream." I laughed.
Devon basically asks for paper everyday. Two weeks ago I even brought him a stack of paper. But, being a senior in high school, that paper was gone in a minute.
"But you love me, so its okay that I constantly ask for paper." He said as he took the paper I handed.
"No talking!" Ms. Shitty eyes slitted like a snake as she hissed at us.
"Ms. Shitty must be going through menopause." Devon whispered.
Of course, I burst out laughing causing Ms. Shitty to turn and glare at us.
"Detention this afternoon! Both of you!"
I rolled my eyes and Devon huffed but we got quiet as we listened to Ms. Shiteater talk about math for a whole 50 minutes.
***
"I can't believe we got detention just for laughing." Devon rolled his eyes as he whispered to me.
"At least we dont have Ms. Shitty as our discipline teacher..." I half smiled as I glanced at this old teacher who basically has a hearing problem in both ears and was half asleep.
"How long do we have to be in here?!" Devon groaned.
"I honestly dont know." I put my chin my hands.
"Oh, how's your ankle doing?" Devon asked me.
I forgot about my ankle was broken for a second. It hasn't been hurting much since Ive been taking pain medication.
"A lot better." I smiled.
"I really have to go to the bathroom." Devon shook his knee up and down in the desk chair.
"Than go."
"I can't just go the teacher will hear the door." He said.
"If you open it slowly, he wont." I replied.
"How come you know so much about the detention room?" Devon chuckled.
"Ive had my days in here... Just kidding, I've been in here once for three tardies." I giggled.
I watched as Devon sneakily opened the door without making a sound and then he walked off.
To waste time, I sat on my phone.
As if on cue, the door opened with a loud swing, and a dark figure walked in. A black hood from his jacket was covering their head.
"Take off your hood mister." The old teacher said. He must have waken up when the door opened.
When he took off his hood dark eyes were staring right back at me.
Can you guess who it is?
"This guy is everywhere I go." I muttered to myself.
It was Dillon.
He walked to the far back of the class and and sat down. The teacher continued to doze off again.
I could of sworn I saw a smirk on his lips when we glanced at each other. I huffed loudly and turned in my seat.
Why am I even surprised? Dillon is in detention basically every afternoon.
I texted Devon and told him to hurry.
Dev: u know the closest bathroom is across the school!
I huffed in anger. Great. He just had to go to the restroom right when Dillon was 30 minutes late to detention.
I turned to get my water bottle out my backpack and gasped as I saw Dillon had moved multiple seats up and was right behind me.
He doesn't faze you Cait.
I repeated that in my head as I ignored his intimidating eyes and got my bottle. After taking a big gulp I turned to put it back, hoping he would have moved back as fast as he moved up here.
He was still there.
"What do you want Dillon?"
"Thought you were ignoring me."
I rolled my eyes.
"What's Miss Good girl doing in here?" He asked with a smirk, but to me it seemed more like a snarl.
"None of your business." I muttered. I had to look away from his eyes for a moment. They were so dark and mysterious.
"I could tell you why I'm in here." He said.
I just looked at him.
"I got caught smoking behind the school today." I watched him as he pushed his hair out his face.
"Oh." was all I said.
"Yeah."
Then we sat in silence, hearing the clock ticking and the teachers off-beat snores.
"Cait."
"Yes?" I said quieter than a whisper.
"I'm... sorry." Dillon told me. As I looked up in his eyes I could see it was a genuine apology.
"I-its okay." I said.
Then we just stared at each other.
"Cait, I have something to tell you." He said. His face was so close to mine, I couldn't focus on anything else.
"Okay." I said.
"I-"
"Am I interrupting something?" I heard Devons say and I immediately backed away from Dillon.
"No, you're not interrupting a thing." Dillon said coldly.
I saw that nice, pure side of him leave and that angry snarl came back on his face as he got up and walked to the back of the classroom.