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Chapter 6 Detention
The next day, at 12:00 sharp, I found myself waiting outside the classroom, waiting for it to be unlocked. John was nowhere in sight. I figured he'd be late, as usual.
I couldn't figure out what I was supposed to say to him. I'd thought about it all night, and I still had nothing. I heard heels clicking down the hall, and I saw Dr. Grey hurrying over with a key.
"Sorry I'm late." Jean apologized, unlocking the door. "Where's John"
I shrugged. "He hasn't shown up yet"
She sighed. "That boy is so irresponsible"
I walked into the classroom and sat down in the back. Jean shook her head and motioned me up front.
I groaned and slid my aching body out of the desk.
The door swung open and John sauntered in. There was a small cut of his cheek.
"What happened to your cheek?" Jean asked him.
"I bit myself shaving." John responded.
"Okay, John, be that way. You guys know the rules by now, and if you don't, congratulations, you're most likely deaf. You can work on homework, you can study, you can figure out why you can't seem to get along with each other, you can whatever. No sleeping, fighting, no power usage of any kind, no electronics of any kind. Anna, I'll take your iPod now. John, your lighter"
"Jean…" I protested weakly, pulling my iPod out of my pocket. She used her mind and transferred it to her hand, along with John's lighter.
"You guys are in here until 5:00. Have fun." she said, and she left the room, locking the door behind her.
I groaned and lay my head down on the desk. I still had no idea what I was supposed to say to John.
"Why do you hate me, John?" I asked abruptly, the words seemingly spilling out of my mouth.
"Who said I hate you?" John shot back.
"You make it pretty clear." I said, picking my head up to look at him. "But did I ever say, 'I hate you, Anna Stewart, I'm going to run you over with a truck when you least expect it'?" he asked me pointedly.
"No, but"
"Then I don't"
"John, the first time I met you, you were rude to me"
"Was I? I don't remember"
"Yes, you do. I walked down into the Commons and you said, 'Nice butt.'" I recalled.
"So what? I wasn't being rude to you. I was stating facts." he said coolly, meeting my eyes.
"John, we were twelve years old. Not exactly called for. Besides, I have no butt now, I had none then." I snapped.
"So it was an icebreaker then." he countered.
"You are utterly impossible, do you realize that?" I asked incredulously.
"All part of the Allerdyce charm, babe"
"You're full of"
"Hey, you heard Jean. No fighting"
"I'm not. I'm stating facts. Sound familiar?" I shot back.
"Can't say that it does." John replied, yawning.
"Whatever"
I pulled out my Chemistry book and started working on a problem Scott had assigned. I hated Chemistry. At the moment, I hated Scott. I could care less about atoms and chemical properties.
I pulled out my pencil and started copying down equations.
27) Given that the mass of one molecule is 1, what it the mass of 5/69th of one molecule?
"Summers, I'm gonna murder you when I get out of here." I muttered, pulling my scrunchie out of my hair and shaking it loose. I'd left my calculator in my dorm, and I knew there was no way I could go get it.
"John, do you have a calculator?" I asked curtly, looking over to him, where I saw paper footballs littering the tiled floor.
"For what? You working on Summers' homework?" he asked, interested.
"Yeah. I can't figure out 27 and I left my calculator on my bed"
"Along with your dignity, obviously"
"What the hell does that mean"
"You're asking me for something. I think that's kinda funny. That's all." he said serenely, flicking a football at Toto, the classroom skeleton.
"John, I'm tired of you hating me, and I at least wanna be civil while I'm locked in here with you"
"I told you. I don't hate you"
"Do you have a calculator on you or not?" I asked, pushing my hair out of my eyes.
"How much is it worth to you"
"My grade. I failed the last test." I told him.
He pulled a calculator out of his pocket and tossed it to me. I caught in single handedly and went to figuring out the problem.
"You goin' on the field trip tomorrow?" John asked, flicking another football at Toto, hitting him in the femur.
"We all are. Aren't you thrilled?" I responded absently, atoms dancing through my head.
"It's fabulous. I think I'm going to buy a snow globe from the gift shop." he said sarcastically.
We sat in silence again for a while.
"You think Jean would notice if"
"Yes. I already thought about it"
"Where are we going again? Natural History Museum"
"Yeah. We're supposed to use it as an opportunity not to light normal people on fire." I teased, walking over with the calculator.
"That was one time, like, 3 years ago." John protested as I set the calculator down on his desk.
"That was, like, 3 weeks ago." I reminded him.
"Whatever. I'm a guy, it's not like I actually own a calendar. Bobby does, but I don't. I think Bobby's has kittens and fuzzy shit on it"
"Kittens and fuzzy shit?" I repeated, raising an eyebrow.
"You know, like baby animals. I think this month is a baby giraffe." "You're kidding me"
"Nope"
"Yes, you are. Bobby doesn't have a baby giraffe calendar"
"I'm not kidding you, but speaking of which, I wanted to apologize for yesterday evening"
"What?" I asked. Was John Allerdyce actually apologizing for something?
"I'm sorry I called you a fucking bitch"
"Sorry for hitting you, even though you deserved it"
John smirked and I sat down on top of the desk next to his.
"So… this is weird. We're being civil to each other." John said thoughtfully.
"Yeah. Well, I just wanted to thank you for letting me use your calculator. I know you probably have work of your own to do"
"Nope"
"What do you mean, 'Nope'? You have the same classes as me"
"And Bobby." John finished with a cocky grin.
I raised an eyebrow at him.
"Bobby's not too good about putting homework and notes away"
"But he's obviously good about picking out calendars." I pointed out sarcastically.
"Alright, come with me after we get out of here. I'll show you"
"If you hate this calendar so much, why don't you buy a new one?" I suggested.
"Have you ever seen a guy buy a calendar"
"Um… I don't think so." I admitted.
"Guys don't buy calendars. We buy food, particularly anything with the names Hostess, Lays or Postopia attached. And power tools." he added as an afterthought.
"So the next time we all go shopping, you'll buy Twinkies and a belt sander"
"Ding-Dongs and an electric saw… whatever I feel like eating and destroying the packaging of." John explained nonchalantly. "What do girls buy"
"Kittens and fuzzy shit." I replied.
It was John's turn to raise both eyebrows.
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