Chapter Twelve
Ryan sat proudly, beside his newly announced girlfriend Marissa, glancing at her flawless face, every few seconds. Marissa, in turn, took precious time, to look at Ryan. When their eyes met, they would smile, blushing. Marissa then decided to create a more suspenceful love, by writing a little forbidden note to Ryan. She carefully wrote, in her girlish hand writing:
I'd kiss you right now, right here, Ryan. But I won't. We have enough time later. Love, Marissa.
As she was folding her note, the crackling and wrinkling of the paper, gave her away. She went to give it to Ryan, but the teacher was already staring a deadly glare at Marissa extended hand, and the white sheet that almost flooded it.
"Miss Cooper, hand over the note." Her teacher said hoarsely. Marissa turned bright red, sinking slowly and gradually in her seat. She shot Ryan a sympathetic look, as he senced the note had something to do with him. He too, started to melt in his seat. Their teacher snatched the note, and ruffled it open. She squinted to read Marissa's writing, and then she started to read aloud, like a demon. "I'd kiss you right now, right here, Ryan. But I won't. We have enough time later. Love, Marissa." Their teacher quirked an eyebrow, then smiled a devilish smile, "Darling, you're not doing any kissing tonight- you're spending afterschool with me." Marissa searched for pity, in her cruel teacher's eyes.
"You gotta be shi+ing me?" Marissa replied, ungrateful for the unjust punishment she got for a single, MINOR transgression.
"Marissa Cooper. I am appauled."
"Sorry, it slipped." Marissa shrugged, this time guility knowing she would get much more then just a single detention.
"It sure did, Cooper. I'll let a few more detentions slip, for you." The teacher said, turning on her heal. She started writing impatiently on the board, angry that she had to waste precious time discussing Marissa's detention schedule. Ryan, couldn't stand leaving Marissa at school, for detention, and had to think of a simple, yet simply clever way to get a detention. He figured, detention would be more fun assigned to the both of them.
"Shi! Shi! Shi! Shi! Damn!" Ryan yelped, certainly getting his teacher's attention.
"What on earth is the matter with you, Ryan?" She asked, once more dissatisfied.
"I forgot to do my homework!" Ryan purred deviously, feeding lies into the hungry mind of his teacher. She sneered, and caught the bait that Ryan had thrown into the water.
"I think that calls for a detention," She coughed giddily, "Maybe you shouldn't yell that out, next time." Ryan knew his teacher felt as if she had outsmarted him. Once, more she turned to the board, and started writing down more information. Marissa turned to Ryan questionningly, Ryan simply smiled, then whispered.
"Guess we're having detention together, babe." Ryan answered mischieviously, proud of his easily accomplished work.
Meanwhile, in the classroom of Summer and Seth, time was passing ever so slowly. "You all seem so bored," Their teacher asked confused, then corrected himself, "No, it's definitely tired. I guess you've been working quite studiously on your projects, eh?" The class groaned, to their teacher's satisfaction. Apparently, some had actually completed their projects, while Summer and Seth had much to do. "Mr. Cohen, how's everything working out with Ms. Roberts?"
Seth rolled his eyes, "Fine." Then his teacher questionned everyone by turn, so he could be happy that he chose such wonderful partners. Summer then turned to him, and whispered, in a snappy tone.
"Everything's going FINE! How so?" Summer winced, questioning Seth.
"What was I supposed to say?" Seth defended himself, and the pride of his partnership.
"The truth." Summer replied coldly. Seth couldn't quite understand why Summer had all of a sudden turned into the number on Biatch.
Eventually, the school hours drifted away. Ryan and Marissa walked into detention hall, and left the uninformed Seth waiting in the parking lot. Ryan smiled at Marissa, on their long stroll to detention hall. He decided to shoot a surprise kiss now, so she could feel the shock of lips coiling with hers'. He turned to Marissa, who was paying much, or little attention to getting back to class. When she realised her back against the cold metal locker, and Ryan caressing her waist with his soft and gentle hands, she needed to act and react quickly. She defiantly decided respond to Ryan's busy tongue. Marissa was rubbing her hands, filled with excruciating pleasure, on his neck. Ryan, then started to tussle Marissa's beautiful hair, as he too, was excited and satisfied. When the two were well out of breath they pulled away, and stood still against the locker inhaling and exhaling heavily.
"Using my technique I see- makeout by surprise," Marissa commented, "It's quite effective, ain't it?" Ryan didn't tolerate her small talk, and tossed his lips in for more. Obviously, late for their detention, Marissa and Ryan finally, after a long and admirable makeout session, they arrived in the detention hall, with their hair roughly patted down, to look half-innocent.
"You're late." The detention hall teacher snapped. Well obviously- did she not notice they were slightly busy? "Get your detention slip, and sit down." She ordered. Marissa and Ryan sat in the back deviously, side-by-side. There were only a few people in the detention hall, but they both knew the minute the teacher left for coffee, they would be at it once more. Marissa pulled out some homework, for the time being, knowing that if she finished it, she would have more time to spend with Ryan. As predicted, the detention teacher got bored of the silence, and announced. "I'm going to get a coffee. If you move, expect more detention time." She warned. Marissa and Ryan looked at eachother slyly, waiting until the final slam of the door. Marissa stood up, and sat down feircely on Ryan's lap. Ryan took her waist, and both inched toward eachother incredulously. Ryan slowly started to place his hands under Marissa's shirt, feeling the familiar territory, he knew before. He massaged her skin as gently as he could, caving in on her bra- still under Marissa's shirt. Marissa moaning quitely with the tickling pleasure, continued to kiss Ryan passionately. Ryan started to caress the unexposed skin, under Marissa's shirt, as he slowly started to parade near Marissa's chest. He touched the cold skin, and he touched it with the tips of his fingers. Then this gentle paradise, was interrupted.
"Yo, she's coming back." A kid from the front seat, who had apparently heard the detention hall teacher's stilleto's pounding on the ground, warned Ryan and Marissa. They ushered back to their seats. Marissa was grinning at Ryan, who had shared just one more romantic "session" at Detention Hall.