Despicable Arrogance

Chapter 23: Why do I like such an idiot?

Chapter 23: Why do I like such an idiot?

When I woke up on Monday, I couldn’t help but smile. Not only did I sneak out with Grayson on Friday but today is my last day of lunch detention, and my last day of being grounded. I stood up and stretched, walking towards my closet and grabbing my uniform before racing to the bathroom. Instead of being exhausted and grumpy, I walked downstairs with a smile on my face. My mother gave me an odd look. She has the day off today so she’s home rather than off at work already.

“Good morning, mom,” I told her as I grabbed two pieces of bread and placed them in the toaster. I walked over towards the fridge and gripped the orange juice while reaching for a glass in the cabinet. My mother sent me an odd look as I began to butter my toast.

I sat down at the table and she decided to speak up. “Why are you so happy?”

“Today is the last day of my punishments,” I told her and she rolled her eyes before grabbing her keys off of the table.

“I’m going shopping. Do you need anything?” I thought for a minute before shaking my head. “Good, because I wouldn’t have gotten it anyway," she laughed as she kissed the top of my head. I rolled my eyes and couldn’t help but laugh along with her. 

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The day went by slowly, especially AP English Literature and Composition. We were taking turns reading passages aloud out of Shakespeare and if that isn’t a terrible way to spend a class period, then I don’t know what is. All I know is that I was happy that Grayson was in that class. At least I had someone to look at. But not in a creepy way; we made faces at each other when the teacher's back was turned.

Kyle and I walked downstairs to lunch after Spanish class. It was silent until he decided to speak up. “How was Friday?”

I gave him an odd look. He can’t know, can he? “What do you mean?”

“School, work, sneaking out of the house with Grayson, sleeping in the next morning,” he listed and I stared at him.

“He told you?” I asked, earning a shrug in response.

“How else would I know?” he asked. “You act like you didn’t tell Lola and Sandra.”

“So? That’s different,” I muttered as I stared at my feet.

“And how is that?” he snorted, quirking an eyebrow.

I pursed my lips, deciding not to delve into the details of my crush on his best friend. “Never mind, anyway, how’s Lola doing?”

He smiled before sighing.  “Great.”

I nodded, a small smirk finding its way on my lips. He gave me a curious look but I just shook my head and got in line for lunch. Once I got my food, I walked in the direction of the detention room, surprised to hear footsteps behind me. I turned to see Grayson jogging towards me, a tray in his hand.

“Where are you going?” I asked him and he motioned to the room at the far end of the hall.

“Lunch detention? What’d you do?” I asked him. He smirked before giving me a shy smile.

“I was going to prank you by putting a moldy piece of bread in your locker but a teacher caught me trying to pick the lock,” he admitted and I glowered at him.

“Are you serious?’ I asked and he nodded, opening the door to detention for me. We slipped inside of the room, sitting down beside each other. The rules were written on the board.

Sign in; no talking; no electronics; no fighting.

Grayson looked around the room before looking back at me. “Where’s the teacher?”