(6) Detention
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Xavier's POV:
I tossed away my cigarette, popped a piece of gum in my mouth, and checked the time—3:30 pm. I was fifteen minutes late, but who cared?
I had already racked up five detentions; nothing new there, except for the girl sitting next to me. No one else could talk back to our history teacher, Mr. Edwards, but she did.
As I walked into the classroom, I saw her drumming a pencil against her desk, looking utterly bored while Mr. Edwards typed away on his laptop.
“Lateness will affect your future, Mr. Roberts, but at least you didn’t ditch this time,” he said, glancing up. “Also, one hundred lines saying I will never be late again.”
Yeah, that’s not happening—just like the girl had said this morning. I had to admit, she had guts.
I sat down with the blank sheet of paper and noticed the sandy-haired girl opening a pack of M&Ms.
“There’s no eating in here,” Mr. Edwards said.
“Says who?” she challenged, and I leaned back, amused by the impending drama.
“Says the sign,” he pointed at an empty wall that used to have a big poster.
“What sign?” she smirked.
Mr. Edwards turned furious at the missing poster. “What happened to my poster?”
“Maybe it got tired of being stuck in this boring room and left,” she shrugged. “Definitely having more fun than me,” she muttered.
Mr. Edwards snatched her snack and bag, returning to his desk. “Get started on those lines; you have one hour,” he instructed.
She sighed and began to write, but I couldn’t help chuckling when I saw she was writing her lines big on each side of the paper and then leaned back with a smirk.
This girl was savage—like the female version of me.
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Alex's POV:
“Can I go? I finished my lines,” I said to Mr. Edwards ten minutes later.
“That was quick,” he frowned, glancing at Xavier, who was drumming his fingers on the desk.
“Here it is,” I said, placing my paper in front of him as I grabbed my bag and snack.
“That’s not what I meant when—” he sighed, cutting himself off. “You know what? It's the first day of classes. I’m not ready for this kind of stress. One troublemaker is enough; you can both go.”
What? Xavier? I gaped at him, but his face was blank.
“Fine, whatever,” he said and left without a second glance.
So much for a thank you. He had been in all my classes today, and I only just learned his name. Wow.
“Hey, how was detention?” Charlie asked when I entered our dorm, tossing a soccer ball while hanging from the edge of his bed.
“We got to leave early,” I grinned.
“What did you do?” he smirked.
“Just handed in my lines.”
“Let me guess, you wrote big on each side of the page?”
“Definitely,” I plopped onto my bed. “I’m so bored.”
“Want to see if any clubs are open that we can join?” he suggested.
“After I shower and change out of this ridiculous uniform,” I said, grabbing my clothes and heading to the bathroom.
After a quick shower, I changed into sweatpants and a V-neck top and saw Charlie slipping on his shoes.
“Hope you don’t mind Noah joining us?” he said.
“Not at all,” I replied. “Let’s go.”
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“The only clubs open are drama, book, science, tutor, and sports,” Noah explained, looking at the notice board.
“I’m in for sports,” Charlie said. “What about you, Alex?”
“Well, book and science are out, and I can barely understand my work, so drama it is,” I answered.
“I love science and drama, so I’ll take both, and science is only twice a week,” Noah added.
“Great, meetings start tomorrow for me,” Charlie said, checking the list again.
“Drama’s on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays,” I noted.
“Science is on Tuesdays and Thursdays,” Noah chimed in.
“Hey, you were in my history class this morning. I gotta say, you have some guts,” said a ginger-haired guy approaching us. “Name’s Josiah.”
“I’m Alex, and this is my roommate Charlie and my friend Noah,” I introduced.
“Nice! Which club are you signing up for?” he asked, scanning the list.
“Drama.”
“Oh, my twin brother is the president of that club; he’s cool. I’m doing book and science,” he replied.
“Noah chose science too,” I smiled.
“Nice! I noticed you in history; you don’t talk much, do you?” Josiah asked Noah.
“I do talk, but history is so boring.”
“Then why choose it?” I interjected.
“It was that or literature, but I’m glad I chose it,” he smiled.
“Anyway, I’ll see you guys in algebra and geography tomorrow,” Josiah said, leaving.
“I’m bored. Who wants to go for a drive?” Charlie suggested.
“Sure, I’ll see if Elliot wants to come,” I replied. “Meet you in the parking lot in fifteen minutes.” I headed out.
I knocked on the door, and a shirtless Xavier answered, “What?!” he snapped. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
“Um, is Elliot there?” I asked.
“Who?” he frowned. “Oh, you mean the nerd? He left a while ago.”
“Do you kno—” I stopped when he shut the door in my face. “Rude,” I muttered. Then I dialed Elliot’s number.
“Hello.”
“Where the hell are you?”
“The library; I’m signing up for the tutoring club.”
“Boring. How long will you be?”
“What do you want, Alex?”
“Want to go for a drive with our new friends?”
“Can you wait five minutes?”
“Yeah, sure. Meet us in the parking lot.”
I hung up and walked down the stairs.
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“So where do you guys want to go? We have three hours until dinner,” Charlie asked.
“Let’s just drive around until we think of something,” I shrugged. I sat in the front while Elliot and Noah were in the back.
“I know a place; we can swing by my house,” Noah suggested.
“Why?” I frowned.
“My mom just put cookies in the oven. By the time we get there, they’ll be ready,” he replied.
“Any objections?” Charlie asked.
No one spoke.
“Then Noah’s house it is. Just give me the address.”
Noah added, "My brother can be a bit flirty, so AJ doesn’t slap him if he flirts with you."
"How old is he?"
"He turns eighteen on September 6th and, having skipped fifth grade, he'll be a college freshman," he explained.
This should be fun.
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