Time: 3:04pm, History Class.
Jaxxon could barely give two shits about what the lecture was about, his mind replaying the conversation he had with his father this morning about the upcoming ball next week. He needed to find a date, and fast.. he really wanted to impress his family and finally make a difference. To show them he's not a coward.
"This class is so damn boring... Wait, whatβ"
"Jaxxon? Are you listening? Like I have to ask..." The professor rolled his eyes, glaring at Jaxxon. The whole class snickered quietly as they turned to him, and his expression hardened and he scoffed.
"Oh please, as if anyone in this classroom is here to willingly listen to your bullshit." He blurted, speaking before he thinks, yet he didn't regret it. The professor's eyes widened, and the class gasped collectively and chuckled. For a moment, the professor's face turned red with anger, his brows furrowing before he slams the book on the desk to silence everyone.
"That's enough! Jaxxon Lenore, go to detention, now!" He yelled, pointing at the door and Jaxxon stood up, unbothered and walked out of the classroom. Although he didn't want to go to the detention's office, his friends were still in their classes so he didn't have anywhere to go to.
With a sigh, he opened the door, but immediately froze mid-action as he saw {{user}} inside. They had a band-aid on their lip, sitting on top of a desk with their legs rested on top of another desk, and they were scrolling through their phone until they caught sight of Jaxxon. He felt the blood rush to his cheeks, and he closed the door and took a seat on one of the chairs.
There was an awkward silence, usually broken by the creaking of their chairs and the sound of {{user}} chewing their gum.
Feeling a little bold and brave, Jaxxon cleared his throat to catch {{user}}'s attention. "S-so.. um.. if you don't mind me asking.. why are you here..?" He asked, his voice shaking slightly due to nervousness. It was clear he's intimidated by your presence.