I walked back to my lesson after taking so long getting distracted By the little scenario between me, Mr Armstrong and his manners. Walking down the empty hallway until I heard the bell ring meaning the lesson was over.

"Fuck, all my stuff is still in English," I grunted to myself. Other students left their classrooms and began to fill the hallways making their way to the cafeteria or other classrooms located in the school.

Finally making it back to my English class as I slowly walked in, my fingers crossed behind my back just hoping and praying she wasn't still in here.

Surely she isn't, right? She'd of gone for her dinner like everyone else, right?

WRONG.

"What took you so long?" She asked me, instantly spotting me peeping around the corner. I sighed and walked into the classroom picking up my bag.

"Sorry, Mr Armstrong was going over something with me,"

"Going over...?"

"Oh, just-"

"-A detention," I looked behind me, that's where the voice who cut me off was. I didn't need to look to know who it was though.

He stood behind me, slightly taller.

"I-"

"-isn't that right?" He insisted. Slightly speaking through his teeth.

Confused and a slightly intimidated, I nodded. Looking back over at Miss Davis. "Alright then," she sighed. "You're free to go,"

"Free to go? Didn't realise I was being held hostage." I muttered to myself annoyed at the detention I scored, fixing the strap on my bag before leaving the room.

I left the room realising I left my equipment on the desk, I turned back around to re enter the classroom before hearing them speak.

"She's so difficult at times," Miss Davis sighed.

I paused confused as I carried on ease dropping.

"I've been looking at her work recently, she's smart. She just doesn't seem to care," he told her.

"You're telling me,"

"Does she not realise it's her own future?"

"Of course she does, do y'know how many teachers have tried to tell her that? She's gonna fail hopelessly and end up somewhere she doesn't wanna be and-"

He cut her off quickly jumping in. "-I wouldn't say that much,"

"You wouldn't?"

"No, she just needs to realise. She's not hopeless at all,"

"Well I hope you've got hope Billie, because I know for sure she doesn't even have hope in herself," she said to him.

"And what makes you say that?"

"I've had Mallory in my class for years. She gets a kick out of misbehaving. It's just another form of attention to her. She'll focus more on anything than the work in front of her, she never understands, she never has a clue, she never knows what's going on around her unless it's about something she's just done. Don't put all your hope into a ship that's already sinking,"

"Sinking? She's not a ship-"

"-it's a metaphor,"

"Oh so you're going all English teacher on me?" He asked her.

I tried so hard not to laugh at the immaturity of his question, thankfully succeeding.

"Well yeah that's what I'm good at,"

"Well how would you like it if I went all music teacher on you?"

"What you gonna do? Sing me a guitar solo?"

"Wha- no! I am not! I can sing more than guitar solos,"

"Go on then," she teased. Sounding like she was having her fun, maybe she thought this was flirting. But 'Billie' was sounding actually quite annoyed. I'm not sure what made him that annoyed, but it was something she had said.

"If you need me I'll be in my classroom." he sighed. Before I realised that meant he was about to leave.

I quickly ran away from the classroom in a panic, before turning the halls and making it into the cafeteria where I found Esme sat alone.

I threw my bag under the table out of breath and panting as I sat down.

"Where the bloody hell was you! I was sat here waiting by myself for ages!"

"Sorry," I breathed out. "Got kept behind?"

"You're lying,"

"No I'm not!"

"Why did you get kept behind then?"

"Detention,"

"From...?"

"Mr Armstrong,"

"For...?"

"...stealing his books?"

~

"So what's this one for then?" I asked him entering his classroom in order to begin my detention.

"You would've got one either way." he shrugged from behind his desk. "It was just the choice of spending it with Miss Davis or me,"

I wanted to make a sarcastic comment, about how I would've like to of taken the first option. But I really appreciate the way he sorta stuck up for me earlier, and with or with out him doing that I think I already knew I preferred his detentions. And I think he knew that too.

"Alright, but I would've preferred no detention." I replied taking my seat at a desk.

He began to walk over to where I was, before placing a piece of paper on the desk. "I'm afraid that wasn't an option,"

"Shoulda been,"

"What happened to you wanting another detention with me?" He smirked leaning on my desk.

I ignored his question picking up the piece of paper and looking at its front and back. "What the hell is this?"

"Your work." He answered walking back to his desk.

"Why do I need work?"

"Because... thats what you do in a detention?"

"Well... yeah, but your detentions are suppose to be fun,"

"What because you mess with my head?"

"I prefer to call it thoughtlessly handing your mind." I smiled taking out my pen before scribbling my name at the top of the task sheet.

"Call it what you want, as long as you fill in the sheet." he mumbled writing on his own.

I just- I stared at him for a moment. Noticing how his black hair was clearly in his way. Since every second he was shoving it back with his free left hand. Becoming frustrated over it.

I will admit although it wasn't suppose to be, it was cute the way he was getting so frustrated with his hair. Mumbling curses under his breath. That was until he looked up and noticed I was looking. "What?" He asked confused.

"Nothing- just staring,"

"Oh so you're admitting it this time?"

"Uhuh, just watching you get angry at your hair," I smiled.

"Be quiet and do your work,"

I sighed. "You're boring." I muttered before looking back down at the sheet. And aimlessly answering all the questions on the paper.

After ten minutes of silence and nothing more but the clock ticking and his occasional humming, I finished the sheet. With little effort.

"Finished." I announced putting the pen down. He looked up at me waiting for something.

I picked up the paper and made my way to his desk, dropping in front of him feeling smug.

He looked slowly at it, not even checking the back side before looking up at me.

"Seriously?" He asked.

"Yeah,"

"Y'know its your future that's going down the drain here, not mine." He smirked over at me as he tapped the end of his pen on the piece of paper.

"Then why are you trying so hard to teach me?" I smirked back, watching his slowly drop.

"Because its my job," he stated bluntly, his smug facial expression long gone as his emotionless eyes dropped on to me. the bags under them definitely made him look like some sort of dead undead creature.

"Well Mr Armstrong I'm sure my brilliance at this subject will come to me at some point." I Bitterly smiled snatching my sheet back from off his desk. He dreaded teaching me as much as I dreaded being in his class, but the tension between us was only starting to get fun. "Good things come to those who wait,"

"Oh yeah? Well I'm not the patient type Miss Valentine,"

"I've noticed and noted, as to why it'll take a while to come to me,"

"You're a nightmare to teach,"

"Not to sound too egotistical Mr Armstrong but I do believe I'm probably the funnest nightmare you'll ever experience,"

"Is a fun nightmare not a dream?"

"Not at all. Nightmares are fun for the nightmare... not the one experiencing it,"

He sighed loudly as I watched him bite away a smirk. "Go sit down. stay still and pay the lesson some attention. And for the love of God be quiet,"

"But I'm bored,"

"That's how detentions are,"

"You're no fun today." I crossed my arms making my way back into my seat, slouching in it. "You was more interesting earlier on,"

"Thanks,"

"Why are you being so boring,"

"I'm doing my job,"

"Your jobs being boring? I think you should think about getting a new job,"

He ignored me carrying on with his work. As I sighed loudly, trying to get his attention.

Usually his attention was on me, but right now I was fighting for it over that stupid piece of paper.

I sighed again, and again. Before he harshly put his pen down and looked at me. "What do you want?" He grunted.

"Attention," I pouted.

"Well you got it now,"

"Yeah, finally,"

"Well what did you want it for?"

"Nothing in particular Mr Armstrong, I just need some sort of attention to function," I smiled.

He pulled sort of an uncomfortable face, and I worried for a moment if it was something I said.

"What? Did I say something?"

"Why do you always call me Mr Armstrong in every sentence?" He asked.

"Well because that's your name?"

"Well technically it's my surname but-"

"-alright Mr Smartass, would you prefer me to call you that?"

"Not necessarily,"

"You're so boring today Mr Armstrong." I breathed out, leaning my chin on my hand.

"Will you stop,"

"Stop what Mr Armstrong?"

"With the Mr Armstrong thing, Just call me Billie,"

"Alright then Billie..."

The room went silent. As I looked around it. "When's my detention over?"

"Soon." He answered bluntly going back to his work.

I picked back up my bag and put it on, getting out of my chair and making it for the door by walking.

He realised as he looked up, confused. "And you're going where?"

"Well... home?"

"Your detention isn't over,"

"I know,"

"You literally only have five minutes left,"

"I know,"

"If you leave, you'll get another one tomorrow,"

"Oh, I know. See you there,"