Detention


"All of you will be very excited for today's lesson . . . Mitosis!" Mr. Banner exclaims excitedly while using a remote to turn on the projector.

Trying to ignore . . . the student to my left, I quickly open my notebook and grab my pencil, scribbling 'Mitosis' at the top of the page and writing down today's date.

"Now, can anyone tell me what mitosis is?" the teacher inquires.

I raise my hand.

"Ah, Mr. Masen. Please enlighten us."

I frown as he answers the question.

"Very good." He clicks the remote again and the slide changes to one with the definition of 'Mitosis'.

I copy the slide.

"Why are you copying that if you already know the definition?"

I drop the pencil and turn to stare at him.

"What?" He's honestly surprised.

"Are you serious?"

"What?"

"Are you really going to tell me how to be a student?" I hiss as quietly as I can manage.

He rolls his gorgeous green - I mean eyes. "I wasn't telling you anything; I was simply asking you a question."

"I thought you knew me better than anyone else ever has . . . or will," I say snidely.

"I do," he assures me, "But that doesn't mean there aren't some things that I still don't know."

"I'll say," I remark.

His brows furrow.

He's obviously taken offense to that.

Good.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that you've taken stalking - not to mention doing the exact opposite of what I want - to a whole other level."

"Look, I don't want to fight with you," he whispers, moving closer to me.

"What exactly do you want?" I ask.

He runs his hand through his already messy hair, leaning back in his seat.

He's really not that bad looking.

His hair is a mess, but it kind of works for him. And he's got those stunning green eyes. And that crooked smile. And he's really tall. But not the lanky kind; he's pretty muscular.

"Bella; would you mind paying more attention to my slides and less to Mr. Masen's physique?" Mr. Banner calls, and everybody turns to look back at us with knowing eyes.

I blush scarlet.

I peek at Masen from the corner of my eye to see him smirking.

"Do you always have to do that?" I exclaim, standing.

Masen's jaw drops.

I ignore Mr. Banner's objections and continue on with my rant, "It only makes me hate you more, you know."

It drops further, and now it's my turn to smirk.

"Bella, you just got yourself a detention. Today." Mr. Banner is standing right next to me now.

I wave my hand dismissively, "Mrs. Banner has already beaten you to it."

She's my trig teacher. First period with Leah.

"Well you'll be glad to know that Mr. Masen will be joining you."

I think I'm going to cry.


A/N: I counted the guest's review as a favorite so here you go.

No more tonight though; sorry.

But that doesn't mean that you shouldn't review and favorite anyway.

'Cause you should. No, really. You should.

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~ Madison ~