02 • Detention
1272 Words
Mae Asha • October 1, 2018
Detention.
I have never had it, not until today, and now I have it tomorrow, too.
I made my way to Mr. Park's room. Neri and I have several classes with each other, so we've become friends. She also has my number now, too.
Once I made it to room 306, I walked right in because the door was open.
I sat in my seat right in front of Mr. Park's desk and saw my phone sitting in the same spot as earlier.
Mr. Park is on his phone, but he glanced up to me shortly after I sat down.
"What is it one does in detention, Mr. Park?" I asked, a bit of attitude is in my voice.
Mr. Park shrugged. "Nothing," he simply replied.
I squinted as I stared at him. "Really? You're gonna make me sit here for an hour with nothing to do?"
Mr. Park glanced around his classroom. "Do you have any homework you need help with? I'm quite good in all subjects," he asked.
I shook my head as I looked at the whiteboard behind him, at the formulas from today's chemistry class.
"No, thanks," I responded.
It was quiet for several seconds, but Mr. Park spoke again. "I'm awfully sorry about this morning, Ms. Mae. I had no idea you were my student," he said. "I've got to tell you, though, if you weren't..." he did an adorable half smile, then he clicked his tongue.
I stared at him, totally confused by his words, then it clicked.
Oh, what's wrong with you, you freak?
I practically felt myself turning into a tomato. I attempted to speak, but nothing came out.
Mr. Park's tongue grazed his bottom lip and his eyes finally met mine. "I'm sorry, do you feel awkward yet?" he rose an eyebrow.
I frowned, not knowing what to say. I folded my hands perfectly on the desk and avoided eye contact with my teacher.
Mr. Park quietly laughed. "Asha, you are quite funny."
"I didn't even say anything," I mumbled.
"Your facial expressions are astonishing," Mr. Park said.
I avoided eye contact with him. "Do you harass all of your students, Mr. Park? Or just the ones who live across the hall from you?"
"You know...that is an interesting question," I can hear the smile in his voice. "But...no, just you."
I felt myself getting hotter and hotter. An overwhelming amount of something I'm unfamiliar with piled up in my chest.
"Why?" I quietly asked as I looked at him.
"Why not?" Mr. Park asked. "I think you're quite adorable."
I stared at him, clearly confused. I shook my head as I gave him a death glare, then I rested my head against my desk.
Detention went by excruciatingly slow. Like, it honestly felt like I've been in here for twelve hours. I slowly lifted my head as the bell rang.
"That was quick," Mr. Park said. He stood up and grabbed my phone from his desk, then he walked over to me. "Wouldn't want you to forget this, would we?" he handed it to me.
I stood up and slipped my phone into my back pocket. I started to put my backpack on as he watched me like a hawk.
"C-Can you not look at me?" I questioned. "It's distracting."
"It's distracting you?" Mr. Park asked. "Right, because you to need so much focus to put a backpack on."
I rolled my eyes. "You're annoying," I said. I flinched at what I just said to my teacher.
"'You're annoying,'" he mocked me. I scoffed, then I turned and began to leave. "I'll see you tomorrow, Asha," Mr. Park said. "Or maybe sooner? We are neighbors, after all."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," I mumbled.
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I want pizza, but my phone's on the kitchen counter, and I'm way too lazy to get up.
I groaned as I laid there. After the events of today, I just want to stay home forever.
Mr. Park lives across the hall from me. I'm curious about him, of course. He seems to be targeting me for no reason.
I thought about going across the hall and banging on his door just to tell him to leave me alone or I'd end his life, but I didn't; mostly because he may not be a bad guy. I don't want to ruin his future of being a teacher all because he's harassing me for no reason.
Wait a goddamn minute.
He's harassing me.
Harassing.
Me.
That's not good.
I groaned at my thoughts, not knowing what to do.
I stood up and trudged to the counter. I grabbed my phone and ordered my favorite pizza. A large pepperoni pizza with ham and bacon.
The guy over the phone said it'll be thirty minutes then they'll bring it up.
I waited the long thirty minutes and practically jumped from the stool at my counter when the doorbell rang.
I pulled the front door open and my heart practically exploded as soon as I saw the pizza delivery boy standing in front of me, holding my large pizza.
I pulled the correct amount of money out of my pocket, along with a bit extra, then I handed it to him.
"Keep the change," I said. He handed me my pizza. "Thanks."
He smiled in return. "Have a nice night," he started down the hall, and that's when I realized the door to my teacher's loft is open, and he's slowly closing it.
He's not in the clothes he was wearing in school, though. He's wearing normal clothes. A black t-shirt, black skinny jeans, and a black jacket.
Mr. Park rose an eyebrow. "Asha, are you really going to eat that entire pizza by yourself?" he looked down at my pizza.
I stared at him, confused at how casual he's being after the events of today. "Mr. Park-," I started to say.
"Please, call me Jimin. We're not in school right now," Mr. Park said.
"Mr. Park," I repeated. Mr. Park clenched his jaw as I said it. "I can handle it," I said. Mr. Park smirked, which, for whatever reason, made my stomach flutter. "Why don't you go do whatever you were gonna do?" I asked. "This is harassment, you're bullying me."
"Am I?" Mr. Park rose an eyebrow.
My chest filled with anger. I want to attack his face with a knife, or maybe my mouth. I can't decide.
"If I would've known going to that school would've been so frustrating, I would've chosen another high school," I said.
"That would've been good," Mr. Park nodded, his tongue grazed his bottom lip as he slipped his hands into his jacket pockets.
"How would that have been good?" I scoffed.
"Then you wouldn't have been able to resist this face," Mr. Park paused for a moment, allowing me to gather my thoughts. "I'll see you tomorrow morning, Ms. Mae," he gave me a quick once over, taking in my petite body, then he turned right, down to the elevators
"What the hell is wrong with him?" I mumbled, watching as my teacher walked down the hall.
I stepped back into my loft, wondering why he's being this way.
He could be teasing me, maybe because he knows how I'd react; with a stupid, dumbfounded look on my red face.
The thought of him getting pleasure out of making someone awkward and uncomfortable makes me angry.
He's so annoying.
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S. C. Keener
11/21/18
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