Maybe an hour passed since the beggining of the detention and everybody is already bored, there's no conversation, no argument, no nothing. And it sucks.

Every once in a while I throw a glance at Brian, who is also looking at me, and we just exchange a small smile before turning away with a blush on our cheeks. I'm still using his shoulder as a pillow so our faces are really close each time we look at each other, I personally have no problem with that.

My brother lit his shoe on fire so he could lit his cigarette with it... real intelligent.

Claire is just looking at the front of the library with a pensive look on her face.

Andrew... is having fun with his sweatshirt, I guess, I'm not a hundred percent sure of what he's actually doing, but it seems pretty weird if you ask me.

Allison is drawing, as usual. She's so good at it, but she doesn't let anybody see, except the art teacher and me, but only because I sit next to her.

Brian looked under the table before taking his hat and putting it on his lap. Weird.

"What's up with the hat, genius boy?" I asked silently so only he could hear.

My voice made him jump a bit, making my head fall direclty on his lap and that's when I understood the why of the hat right there, my friends. I reajusted myself on his shoulder, biting my lips to contain my laughter. Brian never answered me, but it doesn't matter.

John looked at us with a weird look on his face while putting the flamme on his shoe out. While he started play air guitar, I got up to take my bag and went back to my spot next to Johnson, taking everyone's attention on me since I was up.

I changed the cassette in my walkman for my 'Led Zeppelin' one. Immigrant Song started blasting in my hears and I got my notebook out.

I saw Brian looking curiously at what I was doing, so I switched seats so I was at the end of the table. I didn't want anybody to see this, it's where I write my music and as long as my song is not finished, I'm not showing it to anybody and certainly not Brian, there's a freaking song about him! Not that he would know that it's about him, but yeah, anyway.

He looked taken aback by my reaction, so I just mouthed 'sorry' before turning back on my book.

I looked at the two pages, two different songs that I almost finished... I can finish both today, if it stays boring like that.

...

I don't know how much time passed, but when I finally looked up from my book after finishing my first song, everybody was sleeping. I shrugged and wrote the title, In My Blood, at the top of the page just when Vernon entered the library.

"Wake up!" nobody moved, "Who has to go to the lavatory?" he questioned with a sigh.

I raised my hand and, surprisingly, five other hands shot up at the same time.

...

I pulled down my skirt and panties and a 'shit' left my lips as soon as I sat down.

"What's wrong?" asked Allison, who was in the cabin right next to mine.

"Uh, do you have a tampon? Or something?" I replied, kind of embarassed.

She didn't answer verbally, but a tampon appeared at my feet, so I thanked her and then finished my business.

When I got out, Claire immediatly turned to me.

"Turn around, Lynn."

I turned around slowly, not understanding why she wanted me to do so, also not understanding where the nickname came from.

"You're all good, no embarassing spot!"

Oh, so that's what she wanted to do... I thanked her too and left the bathroom, kinda freaked out about her sudden friendliness towards me.

...

When we got back to the library, Claire asked me to sit at her table, which I found weird, but I did anyway. I sat on the table just looking at my nails since there was still no conversation being made.

My brother got up and went to a bookshelf to destroy books... well, that's nice. Johnson decided to join him, well not for the destroying part, but I mean he was also near that bookshelf.

"That's real intelligent." Andrew commented to my brother.

"You're right... it's wrong to destroy litterature." retorted John.

"Well, it is..." I muttered, earning a small laugh from the two popular kids.

"It's such fun to read, and... Molet really pumps my nads!" he added, throwing a glare my way.

"Molière..." corrected the prom queen with a flirty smile playing on her lips.

Is it weird if I ship them together? Because I think they would be kinda cute...

Brian interrupted their moment when he said he loved Molière's work, earning him some pages thrown by my brother in his face.

I got up and went over to Johnson, ignoring the little argument that was starting between John and Andrew.

Before I could utter one word to the brain, the jock decided to make me join his conversation.

"What about you, Braelynn?"

"What are we talking about?" I questioned, going back to my spot on Claire's table.

"You're going at the party tonight? Stubbies said he'd like for you to make some music there." Andrew explained.

"Well, I wasn't invited or anything, Stubbies never talked to me, like ever and I probably can't anyway, I'll probably just stay home with John." I answered, surprised that he invited me.

"You- uh, you like music?" asked Johnson, getting closer to me a bit.

"Yeah, I play a little and I'm obsessed with pretty much everything that revolve around music." I explained shyly to my crush.

"That's really cool! Maybe you could play for me sometime, I'd like to hear what you make."

I agreed with a small laugh and we continued talking about music for a bit while the others had their own conversation that I didn't care about because I was finally having a real talk with Brian Johnson, my crush since like forever!

We were interrupted by a loud "HA!" that came from Allison. We all looked at her, shocked, because that's the first thing she said, well except in the bathroom, but not everybody was there, so.

"Shut up!" yelled Claire.

I decided to join their conversation again, but stayed close to Brian.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"She's just feeling sorry for herself." scoffed Andrew.

That was kinda rude...

"Yeah, well, if I didn't nobody else would." retorted the prom queen.

"We all feel sorry for ourselves once in a while, it's not necessarily a bad thing." I told Sporto.

"Then, what about you, Braelynn? Who do you like better? Mom or dad?" he retorted.

"I hate them both."

"Why?" he questioned again.

"Sporto... you get along with your parents?" intervenned my brother, knowing that I didn't want to talk about that.

They started yet another argument that I didn't want to hear, so I grabbed Johnson's hand and dragged him to another table to talk some more.

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Yup, another one! I really hope you like this chapter, I feel like this one sucks... or maybe it's the whole story that sucks, idk xd Anyway, please leave a comment, I really like reading them and it keeps me going:))

Btw, the song she wrote is In My Blood, of Shawn Mendes, i don't know yet if she'll sing it or not, but if she does I'll find a cover on youtube and you'll hear how I want her to sound... so yeah:)