Never in my life did I ever think that I'd be in an after school detention with Dylan. But here I am now, rethinking life. He's literally right next to me, fiddling under the gaze of Mr James, who always attends me when I'm in detention.
Mr James looks on the list of the names he's holding, "he's late again," he mumbles. He looks up at us, "you're here because you threw ice cubes at a teacher?"
"It was an accident!" I exclaim.
"I heard what I heard," he says sternly.
"You heard wrong because we didn't throw ice cubes, we only threw an ice cube. There's a difference." I huff and cross my arms across my chest. "And we didn't throw the ice cube on purpose."
"Miss Rosalyn, your arguing will lead you to another hour of detention," he glances at the clock. "Where is he?" He mutters.
I shut my mouth and look at Dylan, whose mouth is stretched into a frown that does not suit him. "I'm guessing this is your first detention?" He nods, looking away. "It's okay Dylan," I say, trying to comfort him, something I'm terrible at. "There's always a first time at something," I shrug, "whether it's a first detention or a first kiss." He blushes at the last part.
I rewind what just happened during lunch. The guys and I were just joking around and throwing stupid dares, and what got us into detention was when I put an ice cube against Dylan's bare collarbone. The dare was to keep the ice cube against your bare skin until it melts, but Dylan pushed my hand away, which was holding up the ice against his skin, and the ice cube flew from my hand and landed on a teacher's head. I didn't notice so I was laughing hysterically while Dylan was rubbing his now numb collarbone. Because of that, the miss decided to land us both into detention even though it was my hand the ice cube slipped from.
But, I'm not complaining since there's only the two of us in detention. It'd be super boring alone. Dylan may have gotten unlucky but, he was lucky too because he didn't have a shift today.
The door opens and reveals the boy the teacher's been waiting for. Ryder Black, my detention buddy. The school's stereotypical 'bad boy'. He's a blond with electric blue eyes, defined jawline and cheekbones, six feet three, has good grades even though he's a troublemaker. He's never seen without his black leather jacket or a girl beside him. Basically, he's a cliche book's main character brought to real life. When I say cliche- I mean those 'good girl, bad boy falling in love' books.
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A Never Ending DreamTeen Fiction
|SEQUEL TO JUST THE BEGINNING| If you haven't read the first book, don't read this one yet. This book has spoilers and it will definitely leave you more confused than you already are. ••• Meet Rosalyn Parker, your ordinary high school teenager. S...