We Stitch These Wounds
Chapter 4 - Detention
I was still pissed off during my first two periods. My teachers were talking at me explaining how to work out moments or why Shakespeare is the best writer of all time, I didn't hear a word though. His face was welded onto my brain, his words echoing through my mind. Princess. What the hell. How dare he call me 'Princess'. You could see it in his eyes... Those mesmerisingly beautiful blue-- I mean, his normal boring eyes, he was amused by the fact that I wanted to slap that dazzling-- annoying, rather, smirk of his stupid face. God, I don't even know the guy and he's under my skin. Who does he think he is.
"Scarlette? Did you here what I just said?" I was snapped out of my thoughts by my teacher, standing in front of me. She had her arms folded in front of her chest meaning I was in trouble - again, "I said do you have the work I set you to take home yesterday after your... Incident?" I winced at the word, and a few of the students around us started to whisper amongst themselves, but that was the least of my problems. I'd put the work in my bag and left my bag in school, so of course I had not done the work and there was a good chance that she would not take that as a good excuse as to why I had in fact not done my work.
"Shit..." I muttered quietly, under my breath. Clearly not quiet enough though, as she heard me anyway. Her face screwed up and made her look really quite unattractive.
"I beg your pardon, what did you just say?" Any chance of her taking pity on me had just been ruined by my sailors mouth and I was now well and truly screwed.
"Sorry. I haven't got the work either miss." I looked down at my hands and began scratching at the chipped blue nail varnish on each finger. She slid the pink detention slip onto my desk and turned on her heel to walk away. I sighed and grabbed my bag and my leather jacket and got up to leave the room and walk down the hall to the detention room.
The halls were empty and quiet, it was nice compared to all the usual hassle and bustling that goes on. I arrived at the door and could hear noise coming from inside. Our detention room was always filled with the same faces, the teacher didn't even bother showing up any more, you just had to sign your name in and out to say you were there. I pushed the door open and the whole room went silent when they saw who it was, until one guy said loudly "The psycho bitch in detention, what a surprise," there were a couple of sniggers as I pushed past some people and sat myself down at a desk at the back corner of room. I put my headphones in and started listening to Charlie Simpson and his soft sweet melodies. I had just closed my eyes to really appreciate the lyrics of 'Farmer and his Gun' when I could feel someone had come into my personal space, expecting it to be a teacher, I opened one eye and looked up to see the angel-- asshole staring back at me.
He pulled up a chair and sat in front of me, folded his arms on my desk to rest his chin. I decided to ignore him and close my eyes, in the hope that he'd get the message and leave, instead he began tapping on the desk, making it vibrate so I'd feel it. I opened my eyes to look at him, once again he had that same annoyingly beautiful-- no, just annoying half smile/smirk when he was trying to get to me. So I moved my feet away from the leg so I could no longer feel it and closed my eyes again, only to have my earphones suddenly tugged out of my ears. I lost my cool a bit then. "What?! What the fuck do you want?!" I spat through gritted teeth, only making him smile more.
"Aw, come on Princess, still mad at me from this morning?" His tone was sickeningly sweet.
I glared at him, "Stop calling me 'Princess', actually no just stop talking to me."
His smile faded a bit and he moved in a little closer, I could smell his cologne mixed with cigarettes, it was undeniably the best-- worst smell I'd ever had the pleasure-- misfortune to inhale. "You never told me your name and I thought that was better than calling you psycho bitch, I don't even know why you're mad at me, and I'm not sure you do either, to be honest."
I must have looked annoyed again because the smile came back "I didn't tell you my name because it's none of your business and I'm mad because you're like everyone else, you get a kick out of trying your hardest to piss me off. You've made me hate you, and I don't even know you!" I felt like I had said too much at this point but it was too late.
"Well my names, Andrew, Andy for short..." Andy is such a cute name I almost smiled, but I didn't want to give him the satisfaction , "... And actually I think you'll find I gave you you're bag, and then made you think about me all morning. It's called leaving a lasting impression."
I softened slightly when he said that, only because of how true it was and how much sense he was making, "The only impression you gave was that you're an asshole with an ego bigger than your smoking habit... And I'm Scarlette." He chucked at that one, I loved his throaty laugh and the way he half smiled when he laughed, with a smile that reached his eyes and made them light up.
"Well my ego will have to shrink along with my habit as apparently this school doesn't like smoking." He stopped smiling altogether when he said that. Clearly a chain smoker who was gasping for his next fix.
The bell went to signal the end of the period. I grabbed my bag and got up to leave when Andy stood up and grabbed my arm, he lent down to get closer to my head so he could whisper in my ear, his breath made me tingle and my stomach did a little flip flop, "Oh, and I heard about your fight with that Austin Carmichael or Carlisle or whatever his name is, it's ok though, Princess, I like them feisty." With that he walked out the room, and even though he was facing away, I knew he'd be smiling. I hated it when he called me princess. I hated how he just clearly presumed he would get me. I hate his stupid fucking beautiful smile. And I hate him... I think.
"Scarlette? Did you here what I just said?" I was snapped out of my thoughts by my teacher, standing in front of me. She had her arms folded in front of her chest meaning I was in trouble - again, "I said do you have the work I set you to take home yesterday after your... Incident?" I winced at the word, and a few of the students around us started to whisper amongst themselves, but that was the least of my problems. I'd put the work in my bag and left my bag in school, so of course I had not done the work and there was a good chance that she would not take that as a good excuse as to why I had in fact not done my work.
"Shit..." I muttered quietly, under my breath. Clearly not quiet enough though, as she heard me anyway. Her face screwed up and made her look really quite unattractive.
"I beg your pardon, what did you just say?" Any chance of her taking pity on me had just been ruined by my sailors mouth and I was now well and truly screwed.
"Sorry. I haven't got the work either miss." I looked down at my hands and began scratching at the chipped blue nail varnish on each finger. She slid the pink detention slip onto my desk and turned on her heel to walk away. I sighed and grabbed my bag and my leather jacket and got up to leave the room and walk down the hall to the detention room.
The halls were empty and quiet, it was nice compared to all the usual hassle and bustling that goes on. I arrived at the door and could hear noise coming from inside. Our detention room was always filled with the same faces, the teacher didn't even bother showing up any more, you just had to sign your name in and out to say you were there. I pushed the door open and the whole room went silent when they saw who it was, until one guy said loudly "The psycho bitch in detention, what a surprise," there were a couple of sniggers as I pushed past some people and sat myself down at a desk at the back corner of room. I put my headphones in and started listening to Charlie Simpson and his soft sweet melodies. I had just closed my eyes to really appreciate the lyrics of 'Farmer and his Gun' when I could feel someone had come into my personal space, expecting it to be a teacher, I opened one eye and looked up to see the angel-- asshole staring back at me.
He pulled up a chair and sat in front of me, folded his arms on my desk to rest his chin. I decided to ignore him and close my eyes, in the hope that he'd get the message and leave, instead he began tapping on the desk, making it vibrate so I'd feel it. I opened my eyes to look at him, once again he had that same annoyingly beautiful-- no, just annoying half smile/smirk when he was trying to get to me. So I moved my feet away from the leg so I could no longer feel it and closed my eyes again, only to have my earphones suddenly tugged out of my ears. I lost my cool a bit then. "What?! What the fuck do you want?!" I spat through gritted teeth, only making him smile more.
"Aw, come on Princess, still mad at me from this morning?" His tone was sickeningly sweet.
I glared at him, "Stop calling me 'Princess', actually no just stop talking to me."
His smile faded a bit and he moved in a little closer, I could smell his cologne mixed with cigarettes, it was undeniably the best-- worst smell I'd ever had the pleasure-- misfortune to inhale. "You never told me your name and I thought that was better than calling you psycho bitch, I don't even know why you're mad at me, and I'm not sure you do either, to be honest."
I must have looked annoyed again because the smile came back "I didn't tell you my name because it's none of your business and I'm mad because you're like everyone else, you get a kick out of trying your hardest to piss me off. You've made me hate you, and I don't even know you!" I felt like I had said too much at this point but it was too late.
"Well my names, Andrew, Andy for short..." Andy is such a cute name I almost smiled, but I didn't want to give him the satisfaction , "... And actually I think you'll find I gave you you're bag, and then made you think about me all morning. It's called leaving a lasting impression."
I softened slightly when he said that, only because of how true it was and how much sense he was making, "The only impression you gave was that you're an asshole with an ego bigger than your smoking habit... And I'm Scarlette." He chucked at that one, I loved his throaty laugh and the way he half smiled when he laughed, with a smile that reached his eyes and made them light up.
"Well my ego will have to shrink along with my habit as apparently this school doesn't like smoking." He stopped smiling altogether when he said that. Clearly a chain smoker who was gasping for his next fix.
The bell went to signal the end of the period. I grabbed my bag and got up to leave when Andy stood up and grabbed my arm, he lent down to get closer to my head so he could whisper in my ear, his breath made me tingle and my stomach did a little flip flop, "Oh, and I heard about your fight with that Austin Carmichael or Carlisle or whatever his name is, it's ok though, Princess, I like them feisty." With that he walked out the room, and even though he was facing away, I knew he'd be smiling. I hated it when he called me princess. I hated how he just clearly presumed he would get me. I hate his stupid fucking beautiful smile. And I hate him... I think.
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11/29/15