The following five days brought along many new changes. It was the first week the group was without Camila, Lauren returned to school, and Dinah dealt with the first week of her suspension from practice.
All around it was a stressful few days, with teachers cramming in tests before the long weekend and hype for the basketball team rising. And though it was tense, it was largely calm, a welcome occurrence to your group.
But, as the universe would have it, Friday was not uneventful.
You, Lauren, and Dinah had managed to earn detention in three separate incidents.
Lauren had parked her bike in the principal's spot, forgetting about what thin ice she was on. Dinah accidentally knocked over an entire shelf in the art room, spilling countless canisters of paint. It took hours to clean up, and the tiles would likely stay tainted for a long time to come. And you, most uninteresting of all, accumulated your fifth tardy of the year to chemistry.
"This has been the best week ever," Dinah huffed sarcastically, laying her head down on her desk. She was not afraid to speak, as the teacher had not arrived yet.
You absentmindedly played with the strings of Dinah's hoodie that you stole and were now wearing (and not intending to give back). "Why are you so tense, babe? Not like we have anything else to do. Away game, remember?"
Lauren propped her boots up on the desk in front of her. "Unlike you losers, I actually had plans. I was gonna take Ally out on a nice date in apology for getting suspended. She's probably pissed."
You frowned. "Sorry, Lo."
She shrugged. "It's whatever."
"It is not whatever!" Dinah suddenly exclaimed. "We don't even deserve to be in here!"
"You kinda do," Lauren commented. "And I definitely do. Your girlfriend really doesn't."
The Polynesian huffed and leaned back. "I see your point. But it wasn't even that much paint."
"Don't kid yourself," Lauren returned.
Without warning, Katrina sulked into the detention room and sat at a desk just two rows ahead of you, not saying a word. Lauren took her feet off the desk and arched an eyebrow in curiosity. The green eyed girl gave Dinah a glance that said 'talk to her', but the Polynesian just shook her head. Clearing her throat, Lauren took matters in her own hands.
"Hey, Katherine. How's your face healing?"
Katrina turned slowly, and you expected a menacing glare, but there was no expression on her face.
"Still got a few bruises, but I'm otherwise fine," she replied. "And it's Katrina."
Lauren kept going. "Why are you in here?"
"Texting in class. You know how
Mr. Wilson is."
"He's a toughie."
An awkward silence rose, and not even Lauren knew what to say next to break it. Luckily, and surprisingly, she didn't have to.
"How's your eye, Dinah?" Katrina asked.
"It's fine." Stated the tall girl defensively.
Katrina turned fully in her seat to lock eyes with Dinah. "I just wanted to say, I'm sorry how things went down. It got out hand."
Your girlfriend didn't budge. "Yeah, it did."
Katrina tried again, chuckling nervously. "I'm sorry it got physical. Look, we got our differences and all, but at the end of the day I just wanna win. And you give us a better chance to do that. You're a good player, Dinah."