Impatiently, I drum my fingers against the desk. God, I can't believe it, I'm stuck here, on a Saturday. Who wants to be stuck in detention over the weekend? I could be doing something much more exciting than writing an essay.
"Psst." I feel someone poke me, and I don't respond. I'm not planning on breaking any rules and getting stuck here again.
"Hey, c'mon Y/N," The voice says, and I clench my jaw, "Why won't you talk to me?"
I glance at the doors, then quickly turn around, facing the idiot who's been trying to get my attention, "What do you want, Bender?"
"Woah, you sure have a stick up your ass. What's with that?" John leans back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Oh, I don't know, maybe some moron got me stuck in detention!" I snap at him, turning back around in my seat.
He chuckles behind me, "You can't blame me for that, sweetheart."
I slam my hands on the table and grit my teeth, "I'm not the one who spray painted 'I love Y/N' across the lockers. But because my name was on it, I got in trouble."
"Wow, I try and do one sweet thing, and I don't get appreciated. How is that fair?"
"Maybe if you weren't so damn-"
"Ms. Y/L/N, you better be quiet! Do you want another detention with me?" Mr. Vernon walks in quickly, yelling at me.
Shaking my head, I look down nervously and mutter quietly, "No, sir."
"What did I tell you about talking? I just told you to be quiet, didn't I?" Vernon yells again.
"Y-yes sir, I mean," I facepalm myself, "Oh, shoot."
He smirks evilly, "Congratulations, now you have two more Saturday's with me."
I bite my tongue to stop myself from speaking again, as he slowly turns to walk back to his office.
"Ooh, looks like you're in trouble, Y/N." Bender whispers from behind me. I give a small smile as I see Vernon spin on his heels, his eyes landing on John.
"Mr. Bender, did you not hear what I just told Ms. Y/L/N?"
"Oh, I heard. Yeah, I just don't care." Bender states, putting his feet up on his desk.
"Do you wanna be here with me for another Saturday?"
"Sorry, but I don't think of you in that way, sir. I'm not a, what do you call them? Homosexual?" I could hear almost Vernon's anger boiling.
"That's it! You're stuck here for the next three Saturday's. You got it?" Principal Vernon shouts loudly, his face turning red.
"Awh, but Y/N is only going to be here for the next two!"
"I'll make it four Saturday's, Bender, don't test me."
I sat there, listening to Vernon's yells and Bender's rude replies for what felt like hours before I finally stepped in.
"SHUT UP!" I scream loudly, turning around and glaring at the both of them.
Both stare at me, slightly shocked, when Vernon says, "Let's make it three for you, Y/N."
Bender pipes up, "I think you should make it four, sir. She did yell at you."
"Yeah, I guess I will make it four. You're gonna be spending your next four Saturday's here." Vernon then proceeds to walk out of the library, slamming the door behind him.
"Looks like we'll be spending the next four weeks together, sweetheart."
Hey there! It's been a while, and I am so sorry. I was busy with school and had a bunch of writers block. I want to apologize for this imagine and the ones that are coming up. I haven't written any sort of creative writing in almost a year, and I'm trying to get back into the swing of it. This imagine and the next few will probably be poorly written, short, contain many errors, and make no sense, and I'm very sorry about it, this one is pretty cringe worthy. I'm trying my best, I just need to start writing again. Thanks for all the positive comments you guys have been leaving though, it means so so much to me! I love you, and I hope you have a fabulous day!