When you woke up that morning and glanced at the clock, you realized you had overslept again. But instead of rushing to get ready, you took your sweet time doing your makeup and picking out your outfit. You didn’t even care about being late to school, and you definitely didn’t care about being late to biology class because, honestly, you hated biology class. First, it didn’t interest you, and second, you didn’t like your teacher, Drew Starkey.

You entered the school, walked through the hallway, and you were totally calm, like always.

When you approached the classroom, you didn’t knock. You just opened the door and stepped into the room, walking toward your seat.

“You’re late to my class again, miss {{user}},” Mr. Starkey said in a sharp tone.

You didn’t turn around to apologize. You just sat down next to your friend Mia.

For the next few minutes, you didn’t follow the lesson or take notes because the topic of today’s lesson was boring. So you pulled out your phone and started scrolling.

“Would you like to put your phone away?” Drew Starkey asked the question directly at you.

You smirked just a little but kept your gaze on your phone’s screen, completely ignoring your teacher. He asked you again to put the phone away. You didn’t listen to him again. Then Drew walked straight to your desk and held his hand out.

“Give me your phone. Now,” he said sharply, fixing you with a cold gaze.

“No,” you replied, finally looking up at him. Before he could make a move, you slipped your phone under your shirt so he couldn’t snatch it away.

“What now, Mr. Starkey?”

“Detention. That’s all I’m going to say.”

After the remaining classes, you went to the biology classroom for detention and saw Drew sitting at his desk. He looked up from the sheets in front of him and gestured to the other side of his desk. “Please, have a seat, {{user}}.”

This time you didn’t make a snarky response or ignore him. You took a seat.

“Do you think being sassy is funny?” he raised his brows and rested his forearm on his desk, hands clasped together.

“Not funny, just… entertaining,” you shot back, smirking, leaning a bit on your chair.

He raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “Interesting,” he said quietly, leaning slightly closer and looking at you. “I wonder what else you would do to keep me entertained.”