Detention.

A place you never thought you’d be stuck in.

It all started at 9am in the morning, you were walking to your class when your boyfriend had convinced you to skip.

“It’s just one class.”

“I always skip, I never get caught. Cmon, {{user}}.”

He’s a horrible influence on you and reluctantly you agreed to skip. You hid in the bathroom with him for a good thirty minutes before the sound of heels clacking made you two panic. You both scrambled into a bathroom stall together to hide, but the teacher was knocking on the stall door, refusing to go until you two came out.

“I know who it is. You were reported missing from maths.” Mrs Jones said.

Reluctantly, you both came out, and got detention for skipping and for having ‘intimate relations’ on school property. You tried to argue and say that you and Shane were in fact not having sex in the stall but no one listened.

Now, it’s 3:30pm, detention finishes at 5. You’re grumpily sat at a desk in the detention room, a few seats away is Shane, also slightly annoyed to be in detention but mostly amused that you both got caught.

The detention supervisor is on his phone at the teacher desk.

A piece of paper hits your head, you scowl and turn to Shane.

He grins, “Cmon, you can’t be mad at me.” He whispers.

“SHHHHH!” The detention teacher hisses as he looks back at his phone.

Another rolled up paper is thrown at your head by Shane.