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My fingers ran over the folded and tattered corners of my science homework as I rushed down the hallway.

"Who the hell assigns a whole essay about neutrons on a Tuesday night." I angrily grumbled to myself as my feet started to pick up pace on the linoleum tiles beneath me.

The hallway slowly started to drain and quiet down as students were beginning to go to their classes. Classroom after classroom, I was going to be late. I already knew I was going to be late. It was my fault for waiting to finish my essay till the day of, I spent all of my lunch in the library with the dusty books and the '94 Dell desktops instead of eating with my friends.

"302...304...306..." I whispered, I was jogging at this point trying not to be late. I was a pretty good student and I knew I could get a detention if I was overly late. Unexpectedly, the bell sounded over head with an obnoxious beep. "Fuck."

Now in a sprint, I made it into my classroom marked with the number 310. I panted as I entered the classroom, all eyes were focused on me including my teacher, Mr. Stuart. He folded his arms, peering at me from over his wire framed glasses. "Glad you decided to join us Ms. Belle." He said with disdain in his voice.

"Sorry, I had to finish the essay you assigned to us, on a Tuesday I might mention? Here, it's finished." I thrusted my arm out to him with essay in hand, the coffee stains and crumbs of a peanut butter and jelly displayed prominently on the white paper. He plucked it out of my hand as some stifled chuckles sounded in the sea of students.

"I'm gonna go sit down now." I cleared my throat. I turned and walked to my seat next to my lab partner.

"He was already in a bad mood, why do you insist on making it worse?" She whispered to me in a teasing like manner. I rolled my eyes and reached into my backpack for my blue spiral notebook and a mechanical pencil.

"Because I enjoy to watch the little vein on his forehead pop out." I chuckled back to her before facing toward the front of the promethium board. Mr. Stuart skimmed over my essay before looking at me once again. He tossed the paper onto his desk into the piled of other essays before leaning backward onto the table.

"Now, since there will be no more interruptions," He announced, "Open your notebooks, we will be taking notes on isotop—"

A voice interrupted Mr. Stuart once again, "I'll see you after yeah?! Cool"

I looked toward the door with everyone else in the classroom to see no one other than Camren Price. He wasn't even paying attention as he walked into the classroom, his head was looking back toward the hallway before turning, His bronze colored hair bounced as he realized all eyes were on him.

He coolly brushed off the stares with a smile. He looked like a douchebag, smug with all the attention being on him. I mean, he was used to it at this point, he had always made himself the center of attention in any situation. Being picked for homecoming court and having girls falling over him was fueling his ego till his head was too big for his body. He was the embodiment of a douchebag if I were to say so, a new girlfriend every year of high school that never lasted more than a couple months, addicted to sex and drinking on the weekends.

I mean, I had my fair share of alcohol in my life, getting drunk once at a party my sophomore year but I really preferred to put school before a relationship or sex which had probably never even passed through his mind. I'm pretty sure he's even had sex with all the girls in the senior class--

"That is a full course meal..." My lab partner whispered to the girl who was sitting behind us, snapping me out of my inner rant. He ran his fingers through his hair as he looked at Mr. Stuart, he wore a pair of Adidas black joggers and a white tank top with the golden Corona logo on the right pec.

"What's up Mr. Stuart?" He put his hand out to try to get a handshake from Mr. Stuart. Instead Mr. Stuart looked at his hand and then at Camren. He then reached over for his green colored clipboard, taking a pen and marking a little check next to what I was guessing was Camren's name.

Mr. Stuart then ran his finger on the paper and seemed to count silently to himself as Camren stood there awkwardly in front of the class. His eyes scanned over the desks, landing on his friends to which he would raise his hand to say hello before occasionally looking at the girls with a little lip bite or wink.

The girls would swoon in their seats with their cheeks turning red, I scoffed and rolled my eyes yet again. My lab partner looked at me and raised her eyebrow in a questioning manner. "What? Do you not think Camren Price is one of the hottest boys in our class or even the whole school? Because if you don't then something is obviously wrong with you, hes fucking hot."

"I mean no yeah, he's attractive but like he's such an asshole, like he literally is a man-whore." I said to her quietly, not trying to get the attention of Mr. Stuart or Camren. "He just like is the kind of guy that would fuck you up emotionally ya feel?" I added. She shrugged and went back to dreamily staring at him to which I scoffed.

I looked at my paper before looking back up toward Camren. Unexpectedly, Camren was looking at me this time, his eyes scanned me up and down as if he was undressing me before he gave me a small head nod. I shook my head with a small sarcastic smile, he really thinks he can look at me like this?

"Mr. Price, you've been late to my class a total of five times in the past two weeks, now I've let you off the hook on plenty of occasions but this time, you owe me." Mr. Stuart remarked as he handed Camren a light pink detention slip. Camren took it from his hand with almost an amazed look on his face.

"C'mon, I have basketball practice after school, I'm supposed to meet my boys there." Camren whined in protest. Mr. Stuart shrugged, not listening to his worthless protests, knowing that Camren wouldn't be able to go to his basketball practice.

"Serves him right." I murmured under my breath with a small smirk on my face. Mr. Stuart quickly looked toward my direction as well as the rest of my class. I guess I said that a bit too loud.

"Would you like to add something Ms. Belle? Did I not make myself clear?" He said with a gruff voice, he swiftly grabbed out his pink notepad of detention slips, writing on it and ripping it from the cardboard. He handed it to Camren. "Can you please go give this to Ms. Belle? She will be joining you this afternoon." I raised my hands in protest, letting them hit my thighs.

I was shocked, genuinely shocked that I got a detention. I had never gotten a detention in my whole high school career and now I had one because of fucking Camren.

Camren sauntered over to me with the slip in his hand, he put out the slip to me with a smug look on his face. I looked up at him from my seat, taking the paper with a huff.

"See ya after school Lucy." Camren said with a flirtatious voice.

How the fuck was I supposed to survive 2 hours with Camren.