God dammit, I should've taken Grayson up on his offer. But, the sleep had sounded so good.
Oh well. Nothing I could do now.
I pushed harder on the pedal, and sped up as I got closer to the school. I pulled into the parking lot, and climbed out, nearly tripping over myself.
I checked my watch. Oh shit. It was 8:15.
I rushed inside, and found my first period class, which happened to be almost at the other end of the school.
I knocked loudly, and opened the door a tiny bit.
"Miss Samuels, how wonderful of you to join us," Mr. Richardson, the chemistry teacher, smiled at me.
"Sorry, Mr. Richardson," I apologized, walking in.
"As much as I hate to do this to you, Emerson, I'll be seeing you in detention today," he tells me.
I sigh, but don't object. There would be no use for it, anyway.
"Do you have your report at least?" he asks.
"Uh, yeah," I fumble though my binder, and hand him the report that was in the blue folder, taking my seat near the back.
"Miss Samuels, are you aware that I don't teach health?" he raises an eyebrow at me, an amused smirk on his face.
I hear snickers go around the room, and I answer in confusion, "Yes, sir."
"Then why do I have a report by the name of 'How Alcohol Damages Much More Than Your Liver'?"
The class laughed, and I smiled sheepishly, "Guess I grabbed the wrong file this morning," I shrug unconvincingly.
He chuckles, "Failure to turn in an assignment on time calls for another detention, as I'm sure you know-"
I interrupt him, "Mr. Richardson, I swear its finished but I just grabbed the wrong thing. I can bring it tomorrow-"
He cuts off my protests, "But as this is your first offense, I will only give you the detention for the tardiness. I'll see you after school in the history classroom."
I sigh again, but take my seat and don't say anything else.
* * * *
After that class is finished, I meet Grayson in the hallway at my locker.
"What're you smiling so smugly about?" I ask, fumbling with the lock.
"You were late. Hope you enjoy detention," he taunts.
I groan, "How the hell did you know? I swear, people at this school know more about me than I do."
"Word gets around fast. And I hate to say I told you so, but... I told you so, I told you so," he laughs, jumping up and down and pointing at me like a little kid.
I pout, "Ok, ok, you got me. But seriously, how did you know? Word doesn't get around that fast. I just got out of class two seconds ago."
He sobers up from his little teasing fit, "Your outfit."
"What? My outfit?" I look down at what I'm wearing, but don't see anything obvious.
"Give up already? Last time I checked, you hated that shirt," he tells me.
I finally understand, and laugh at my idiocy. I really did hate this shirt. It was a hideous shade of pink, bright and neon to the point where it was literally obnoxious.
"Fine, you were right. Now let me get to class before I get another detention," I say as the second bell rings.
"Sure thing, babe," he gives me a little kiss, "I'll see you later."
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Fanfiction"She would never admit how frightened she was, never tell me the scary thoughts that filled her head, the feelings she suffered through all alone. She held a crumbling world on her shoulders and made it look like a pair of beautiful wings." ~~~...
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