In the science building we walked for awhile until we arrived at my 1st period classroom.
I yawned. He looked back me. "Tired?"
"No, I yawn when I'm excited."
He chuckled, "Very peculiar."
It stayed quiet for a moment before, there was a sound of wheels echoing throughout the halls.
"Ahaha! Tommie, you were right! Skating in the building is a lot more fun than outside!"
I turned around, Skating in the hallways? No way.
"WATCH OUT!"
OOF!
"Watch where you're going, man!" I screamed, I landed on the nearest cushion in the hallway. Which was my guide, or whatever his name was.
"Oh shit." He moaned as he rubbed the back of his head.
"No cussing." I turned back. "You're a teacher, show some class." I said smoothly.
As I got up, I offered my hand, he accepted it.
He stood up, but slightly slid up against my stomach. A queasy feeling fell over me, but I ignored it. Wonder what Rodrick's doing right now? I looked up at the ceiling, my face a dazed expression.
Rodrick's POV
Detention was going a lot slower. Vince was throwing pencils up at the ceiling. Al was snoring. David was staring blankly at the wall. I just sat in my seat., doodling.
"Alright gentlemen, you got 20 minutes, then you can all leave." Mrs. Vogel said, alluding her sight from her book for a split second.
I sighed, heavily. My paper was filled with drawings. A duck with a machine gun here, a picture of a skull on the right corner. A picture of me and Madison holding hands, a soldier killing a civilian, a robot with claws...WAIT WHAT?
I looked at the picture, was I really that indulged in my doodling?
Her hair was a scribbled mess, but black, with a mini dress just like the one she was wearing when I first met her, a big inhuman smile on her face.
I looked over at how I drew myself, bangs over my face, Slipknot shirt, grey skinny jeans, a big and if possible, a more inhuman smile than I drew on Madison.
"Hey what 'ya got there?" Vince said, trying to peer over my shoulder.
"Nothing!" I said quickly, stuffing the paper in my backpack.
"Alright." Vince shrugged, going back to throwing pencils.
What the heck was I thinking?
Back to Madison's POV
"Hey could you wait outside for me? I got 'ta go to the restroom." I said, hurriedly putting my bag on the floor. He nodded. "Ok thanks."
I opened the door, hearing the first 8 words that made me want to linger in the bathroom more than I needed to.
"Did you hear about that Wood Shop teacher? They say that case was settled in court and he had to move out of the state." The prissy voice, said. She paused and the other started.
She looked at the mirror closer, applying her red lipstick. "He might be a criminal, but a hot one."
The other girl smirked. "Yeah."
Once they both headed out, I came out of the stall and washed my hands in the sink. I walked out, and turned to the left, seeing the teacher still there. But this time he had company. A familiar one at that.
"Hey Mr. Lokem." The girl from the bathroom said. She was bending slightly, enough for her lewd tank top to slide down her chest.
"Hello girls." He glanced to the side, rubbing the part of his head he had bruised earlier.
The other girl standing beside him, looked over at me, shooting me a dirty look. I stared back, unfazed. What was wrong with this girl? I don't even know her.
"C'mon Courtney, we got to get to cheer practice." The shorter one checked her bubble gum pink cell phone.
"Bye." I said, finally speaking up, grabbing my stuff from the floor.
"Whatever." Courtney scoffed.
I turned back at Mr. Lokem, he was staring in their direction, a little lower than needed. I raised an eyebrow. "Hello? On to the LS building?"
"Right, uh... never caught your name...what was it?"
"Madison."
He smiled, "You can call me, Mr. Lokem." His blue eyes sparkling, cheerfully.
