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"Really? Good to know you think that way, because you had just earned yourself detention," she said writing down something on a yellow note-stick and slamming it on the table in front of the blonde boy, "Don't be late"

He smiled taking the note in his hand, "How could I? This things are always so exciting" sarcasm was evidently in his tone.

The teacher huffed, obviously irritating by the teen.I understand you, now we are two.

She turned around and without thinking walked away — the sound of her heels making contact with the wooden floor hardly audible when she was about to exit the library.

"See you later," Ross shouted at the teacher whom was already outside the room and closed the door hard letting him know she wasn't playing any games.

The old librarian looked away from the book she was reading to shook her head at Ross with a disapproving look, and put her index finger on her mouth indicating him to shut the fuck up.

Maybe not in those words but you get what I am trying to explain.

He smirked, "So, Kitten, where were we?"

Kill me now.

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It ended. I repeat, torture finally ended.

But, sadly, another one is about to begin in just a couple of minutes counting from now.

Freaking detention.

I was walking through the empty hallways searching the room where detention was held. Now looking at it closely, it's so peaceful right now that it is almost impossible to believe it's the same high school I had known from two years. I have always been accustomed to hear noise in every single part of the school that is weird the silence.

"Laura," Allan's voice made me stop walking to turn around and face a really messy haired guy with the buttons of his shirt in the wrong holes and red lipstick all over his face. Oh please, don't be fucking kidding me.

"You are a mess" was the first thing I said to him instead of a simple hi.

He smirked, "Yeah, but I am a hot mess" Allan said trying to flip his short brown hair out of his forehead, but failing miserably.

I laughed.

"What the hell happened to you?" I said while I started to comb his hair with my fingers to try and make it look less messy but it only made it worse than it already was.

His pale face gained a light red color and the smirk turned into a shy smile, "A little bit of this and a little bit of that,"

"Let me rephrase it in one word: Amber" It was such a hard work to say her name imagine thinking of what they were doing . . okay, ew.

"Maybe,"

I faked a smiled retiring my fingers away from his brown hair, "Well, lover boy, detention is waiting for my presence" I patted his shoulder before walking away.

"Wait," he hold my wrist and turned me around — I was grateful it wasn't the one that it's still bruised because I didn't feel like telling him the story behind it right now. Or any other day really — "Detention? when has goody-goody Laura Marano ever got detention?"