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I ran into school, my heart pounding out of my chest. If I was late, again, Perino was going to give me a detention. If that wasn't bad enough, Mr. Perino had tenure. He had the power to give out weekend detentions. I never had a detention in my life and I wasn't going to start because my mom woke me up ten minutes before school and I sure as hell wasn't giving up my Saturday. It was bad enough I looked like Barney's worst nightmare.
My purple socks sagged around my ankles while my overall skirt's right button was loosening as I ran. And the green bow in my un-combed hair was beginning to disappear into the auburn forest. The bell tolled as my hand met the door knob. I didn't even bother trying to beg or plead or even explain because he was waiting at the door, that un-holy piece of green paper betwixt his pointer and middle finger. "See you tomorrow Miss Edwards." He smirked at me.
XxX
Several students around me cheered my name as I gave Fitz a rough right hook. I saw something resembling a tooth escape his mouth as it went slack. "Fuck him up!" Someone shouted. Gladly, I thought. I used my foot to kick him in the abdomen, sending him hurdling into a locker.
Suddenly I realized he wasn't moving. Not really. He was just lying there. I almost felt worried until I realized he was faking it. "Eli!" Mr. Simpson yelled, grabbing me by the back of my jacket collar. "I'm so sick of letting you off with warnings!", he continued.
"So?" I asked defiantly.
"You have detention this Saturday. Enjoy it Mr. Goldsworthy."
XxX
I could barely hear Jimmie talking over the boiler. I liked Jimmie. He was okay. Funny as hell and nice. But mostly I was doing this to get over Owen, at least get back at him for cheating on me. I never thought I would like Owen as much as I did. But that was the problem. I did.
I got down on my knees, mainly hoping I wouldn't get my jeans dirty. I smiled seductively up as him as I unzipped his pants. My hands were in his under wear, pulling his Pene out, when the door burst open. Mr. Faulkner, the janitor, dropped the huge case of disinfectant spray he was carrying and let out a scream. Well not really a scream, more like a loud, clear gasp.
All of a sudden he was screaming, "Mr. Simpson, Mr. Simpson!" in broken English, his thick accent coating it. Jimmie crammed his thing back into his pants and ran.
"Punk ass!" I yelled after him. Of course the boiler was so loud my own words were a buzz to me. I was still on my knees when Ms. Oh showed up.
"Bianca . . ." she said disappointedly, but she extended her hand to help me up. This was the worst part of being caught. It wasn't detention or the mostly true rumors that spread, it was the way the teachers looked at me like trash. Like I was past the point of them trying or past being able to accept help. She walked me to the office and I saw that fucked up kid Eli leaving as Ms. Oh and I walked in.
I sat down, not looking Mr. S in the eyes. "Miss De Sousa why do you keep doing this to yourself? You're better than this. You're smart and you're a good person. Don't lower yourself to this!" He was melodramatic, but Mr. Simpson was the one person I though hasn't completely thrown me to the wolves as far as self worth.
"I'm already too low." I mumbled.
Mr. Simpson lowered his head, "I have to give you detention." He said. I really honestly appreciated how he said that like he wouldn't if it was his choice. I never told him, and he never got told this enough by anyone else, but I really liked Mr. Simpson. Not in that pervy, schoolgirl way. I liked him the way you like your parents best friends who you call uncle\aunt because they're so close.
"I already have detention this afternoon." I said honestly, picking at my flamingo pink nail polish. Mr. Simpson stood up and walked to his door, holding it open, then sighed and said, "Well I guess I'll see you tomorrow."
XxX
I looked across the locker room. This was the best and worst part of my day. Seeing all of these guys . . . sweaty . . . muscular . . . naked.
"What the hell you looking at, Guthrie?" Owen yelled. The buzzing came to a halt as everyone looked at Owen then me then Owen. Shit, I got caught.
"Nothing!" I yelled. I noticed how Owen flexed when he was angry. It was . . .
"Oh, fuck!" Julius Stewart pointed at me and started laughing. "Guthrie has a boner!" I looked down and realized I did have a large bulge straining against my basket ball shorts. I tried to cover it as best to my ability but it wasn't going down. I grabbed my helmet and placed over my wang, running to the closest bathroom stall. I pressed my back against the metal stall and it sent a cold chill across my back, relieving a problem going on a little down south.
I breathed heavily, trying not to let the frustrated tears escape. Damn it. I didn't want this to be happening. I'm not gay. I'm not. I'm strait. I have to be. That's why I'm dating Jenna. Maybe I just need to fine the right girl. Yeah that's all.
Just then the stall door was kicked in. I saw Owen, his nostrils flared and his face red with anger. "If you ever pull that shit again Guthrie, I will kill you. I gritted my teeth as he pulled back a fist.
"Owen, K.C.!" Coach Armstrong glared at us. Shit. Physical altercations were automatic suspensions from the team. "What's happening here?" He yelled.
"Nothing." I said. That seemed like the only word I knew today. Coach glanced between us.
"Well you two can do nothing tomorrow in detention. Be lucky I'm letting you stay on the team after this." He walked off and Owen pushed me back against the stall, grimacing at me as he left.
XxX
"I don't understand the problem. I mean look at what so many other kids do that goes un noticed! How is this such a big deal." Ms. Dawes leaned against the bathroom sink as I twisted my lipstick down.
"Ms. Coyne, this is Vandalism, offensive language . . . I think it could even pass as threatening." Moments ago miss Dawes walked in to see me leaving a not on the outside of a stall with a tube of lipstick that I never used.
Emily Spar is a skank that needs to disappear!
"I know it looks bad, Ms. Dawes but she went off on me earlier and it really hurt me. I wasn't trying to do anything huge."
Ms. Dawes was wetting some paper towels to begin scrubbing, "Fiona it's stuff like this that starts huge things. I mean isn't Ms. Spar Jewish? This could be considered a hate crime!"
"But it isn't!" I cried.
Ms. Dawes rubbed her temples. "I believe you, but it's policy. I need to give you detention."
"Not tonight!" I pleaded. I had fashion show tonight in New York and I didn't want to miss it. It was my only indulgence since Holly J and Anya left. The Army and Yale were my new enemies. "Any other day, please miss Dawes."
Miss Dawes pursed her lips, "Its either today or tomorrow. Which one?"
Ugh, Saturday Detention? "Saturday is fine. Thank you." I said as genuinely as possible, then left, pissed at Emily Spar more than before.
XxX
"Mr. Salazar I am so sorry!" I rubbed my forehead, looking at the crack in my teachers car.
"Damn it, Jake. I can't drive around with a busted tail light!"
I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath, "How about I fix it after school, pay for any ticket you may receive and work on some files for you in detention tomorrow."
Mr. Salazar gave me a strange look, "That's a very noble proposal, Mr. Martin."
I smiled, "It's the right thing to do sir, my father brought me up well. Plus I didn't have anything to do Saturday."
He smiled at me and shook my hand, "Just come by after school and pick up the keys, Jake." I smiled and as he walked off I realized what I just offered. Jake Martin, everyone's pet.
This was just an introduction. Trust me it isn't just Eclare, its so many more. It really is a good story! About four or five more chapters please review! Thank you!
