Tossing and turning and tossing and turning and that all over again for the rest of the night. For some reason, your eyelids felt too heavy to open despite the ear screeching noise created by your 6 AM alarm. Was it because it was a damn Monday? Or maybe because you haven't finished your homeworks despite having a Saturday and a Sunday to do them?

'No matter how you look at it, it's imbossible to finish 7 homeworks from 7 totally different subjects with totally different teachers within 2 days'

you thought, dragging your blanket over your face.

'At least I managed to finish three. Doesn't change the fact that I'm gonna get detention if I don't rush the remaining four.'

You walked straight to get a shower, the warm water being a good morning greeting for a rather cold snowy day. You wore a [Color] blouse, [Color] jeans, and a [Color] coat. After a quick meal of [Food], you shut your door and began to walk your way to school, which was not that far away.

"Miss [Surname], how hard is it to comply?! If you look at my class record, your grades are full of blanks and zeroes!"

Your face was showing a completely bored look as your Biology teacher lectured you for longer than what you'd consider an hour.

'Blah blah blah, grades, detention, and more shit..!'

Out of the 7 homeworks with 3 done, you were able to rush the rest, all except Biology.

Well, after the insanely long, obviously boring, and completely useless lecture about your failing grades, you'd end up in detention anyway. As soon as you entered, what was supposed to be a smile turned into a frown right after your eyes landed on another human being inside the detention room you wanted to hog all for yourself. He even took your favourite seat! You sat somewhere far from him, focusing your eyes on other useless things such as your nails, your shoes, your pen, and the wall. Oh, the beautiful wall where you can spot random words if you look oh so closely. But they repainted the room Friday afternoon so there might be nothing to find on the completely beige walls. You just kept on trying to spin your [Color] pen, while you felt like choking seeing how the other guy in the room was smoking. Huffing and puffing on that small stick of death, he was just smoking like nobody's business. Good thing he was right beside the window or else you swore you'd be dying while breathing polluted air.

"Can't you just stop smoking?! At least be considerate to those around you"

you complained, covering your nose and frowning at the source of air pollution.

"Mind your own fucking business..!"

'Agh, he was grating on your nerves already..!'

You stayed quiet for a few more minutes before the unwanted finally occured. You blew up. Well, not literally, because the nobody would clean up.

"Stop smoking!"

"Why do you even care?!"

"Then fucking smoke all you want and die with rotting lungs!"

"You'll die too, bitch. You're breathing the same damn poisoned air!"

He then walked over to you, huffing out the smoke right in front of your face.

"Gaah ! Get away from me, jerk!"

He threw the half-burnt death stick on the floor, stepped on it to kill the flame, before trapping you between the wall and him.

"W-Wait..! What are y-?!"

Before you knew it, he was kissing you and you were oddly kissing back although trying your best not to.

"You liked that. Didn't you, doll?"

he asked after breaking the kiss, his breath felt ticklish on your neck as he pressed on you against the wall.

'What the hell just happened?!'

You were frozen stiff against the wall and you were kinda glad the stranger was keeping you from collapsing due to your jelly-like knees.

"U-um..Did we just..?"

You were blushing too hard and the guy was loving it. He took a peek at your student I.D but he wasn't wearing his so you couldn't get to know his name at all.

"[Full Name], nice name for a doll like you. But how would you like it if we changed it to '[First Name] Jones'?"

Your tiny heart was beating so fast and you were sure he felt it.

"P-please..g-get away from me now.."

You pathetically stuttered, avoiding every chance for eye contact.

"Ahah, kiss me first, [Name]"

You looked up to meet his gaze, your nose detecting the faint smell of cigarettes from his breath. You then gave his lips a quick peck, and was hoping he'd accept it, until he chuckled.

"Nice try, doll. I want a real kiss."

Oh dear, you just couldn't do it.

"I-I..uh..I don't know what you mean by a 'real' kiss, nor do I think I know how to do it..so..C-can you please let me go..now?"

You were just praying right now to make this guy nice for just a minute to get away from you.

"You want me to teach you then, doll face?"

His face was inches away from yours and it was totally uncomfortable for you.

"It's almost time, th-the teacher is gonna come soon and it would be bad if w-we're seen like th-this"

you blurted out, trying your best to push him off but he wouldn't even budge.

"You got a point..well, I'm gonna demand a kiss from you next time I see you, [Name]."

Just as the teacher entered to let you dismiss you two, he walked back to his seat but not before he gave you another short kiss, making you fall on your seat with a tomato red blush.

"Miss [Surname], you can leave now."

You picked up your pen which fell on the floor and ran out of the room. You learned your lesson. Even if it means skipping sleep, avoid detention as much as possible.