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"Kat, please be understanding with this." My stepdad, Chris, pleaded sympathetically. My eyes briefly roll to the back of my head as I flip my bangs away from my vision. 

"This is so stupid! I didn't even do it." I argued stubbornly.

The look in Chris' baby blue eyes indicated he didn't believe me. A bitter frown curves my lips as I quickly take in a small glance of the shitty school we're parked in front of. The thought of being stuck eight hours in this hell hole for six days this week taunted me.

I was going in for detention today. A freaking Saturday. Do you realize what my Saturday's usually consist of? I plant myself in my room, read graphic novels, watch intoxicating TV series, chug boxes of pizza, and raise my aggression levels by playing video games. Those few activities sound much better than coming to school for doing absolutely nothing. I was accused of starting a fight with a girl who could be the human form of Fiona from Shrek. As I can recall...

I shuffled my way through the enormously large crowd of idiotic teenagers, trying to make my way to history class. In the blink of an eye, my petite frame was violently shoved against the heavy blue metal lockers. A sharp pain embraced the left side of my body, slowly beginning to gradient to the other side.

"Ow!"  A wimpy squeal slips past my chapped lips.

"Get out of my way dork!" A girl with vibrant ruby red hair, a pudgy thick body, and a voice deeper than the ocean, demanded.

"You pushed me!" I defend myself vehemently as rub my injured shoulder tenderly.

The look in those raven dark eyes sent harsh shivers down my spine. She came face to face with me. Her hot stinky breath blows into my face with every breath she took. Seriously, did she overdose on rotten tuna fish sandwiches for breakfast?

"Excuse me, but you're in my bubble. Would you mind stepping back about a million feet so I don't have to smell your breath?" I say, sarcasm rich within my voice. Her eyes widened with fiery rage. The bull has been angered. Houston, we have a problem. 

As if in slow motion, her fist lands wherever it can find cushion on my face and continuously repeats. Each blow hurt more and more, but I'm not going down without a fight. My adrenaline races faster than a race horse as my anger soared through the roof.

Her next blow landed in my palms as I tried to push back. With quick thinking, I brought up my knee and kneed her directly in her jiggly stomach.

"You bitch!" She growls as she hovers over, hugging her stomach as if it were a teddy bear.

And that, my friends, is how I came to be in my current position. A few bruises and one day of utter hell. Ahh, joyous days.

"Alright, I love you." Chris ends our brief discussion. As I crack the door open, he hands me a thermal lunch box.

"Love you too." I grumble, taking the lunch box in my grasp and opening the door wide.

After slamming the door shut, I make my way towards the huge, sky blue steel doors. I'm so not ready for today. I want to stay home so badly. The urge to chase down Chris' car and jump in is overwhelming. I'm having to force myself not to turn around. It felt like rocks were tugging on my feet in that general direction, whereas my heart lunged for the direction of the exiting vehicle.

As I enter the building, the smell of teenagers reeked throughout the school. The cheap sluts perfume, the jocks sour sweat, the nerds overwhelming chemicals, the bad boys delicious scent, and the cleaning fumes of the janitors supplies. Oh, high school, you'll never change.

I head for room 105B, which is the biggest classroom. English, Spanish and Math usually occupy that room during the week. Feeling the cool breeze of the AC engulf me, I zip my black hoodie up as I proceed on the journey I wish to prolong.

I find my destination finally after passing the hundreds of lockers which outline these stone walls. I inhale a deep breath and place my sweaty palm on the cool metal knob. I didn't want to go inside. The teacher who was chaperoning today was Mrs. Rodderdale. The woman is absolutely asylum crazy. She thinks pineapples are representatives of Illuminati for crying out loud!

I enter the horrid classroom, I find Mrs. Rodderdale sitting poised at the front desk. She whisks her pen gracefully over papers, no doubt grading them. I wonder who she's failing now for being a smart ass.

"Ah, Ms. Winters. You're late." She never looks up from her papers, but I can sense she's also unhappy about this arrangement. After all, today infringes on whatever silly plans she had as well. I ignore her senseless venom and took a seat nearing the back of the room. 

There were several other individuals in the class room. I recognize one of them, and pass judgement on the rest. A slutty blonde girl--whose virginity has undoubtedly been disintegrated by most of the varsity football team, the guy whose the wolf mascot for our school, and three other delinquents I haven't seen before.

"Alright, now that everyone is here, we may get started. I will be in the this room," Rodderdale points to the side office behind her. "So no there will be no lolly gagging. If I hear any obnoxious noise, you will be serving another Saturday. Are we clear?" She snapped. 

We all nodded our heads in silence. She makes it sound like prison. Oh... Wait. It is.

She exited the room, letting the door slam shut behind her. The room was in complete and utter silence. It was peaceful but disturbing at the same time. I felt as if I could hear everyone's thoughts. Until the silence was broken.

"I'm out." The blonde said, standing onto her feet. She gathered her things and propped the window up.

"You're going to get in trouble." The mascot kid warned her. Blonde turned to him, her eyes turning into cat slits as she glared at him.

"Shut your ass hole bitch." She snapped. He frowned and threw his hands into the air, along with other hand signals.

"I'm trying to help you dumb little whore." The kid mumbled. My eyes widen slightly as I shook my head. He was just helping. There isn't a reason to jump down his throat.

I glanced around at the three boys. One guy was wearing a white American flag tank top and his pitch black long hair with bangs that side sweep like mine. He was pretty cute. His eyes were hidden by a pair of sunglasses though so I wasn't able to identify the color of his eyes.

Another one had coffee brown thin hair which also side swept. His eyes were a gorgeous shade of dark chocolate brown. He was wearing a SnapBack hat backwards and a tie dye colored hoodie. He was adorable!

Then, the last one. He was without a doubt the hottest amongst them. His dark coffee brown hair was cut so his bangs were the only things hanging in his face. His crystal clear blue eyes were just beautiful! He wore a denim vest over a black tshirt which definitely made him look sexier. He had a lip ring and a nose ring perfectly placed on his lips and nose. In his ears were black gauges which made him even more gorgeous.

Why have I not seen him around?!

"Hey you!" Tyedye boy called to me. I spun around in my seat to see his face.

"What?" I huffed.

"What are you in here for?" He inquired. I paused briefly and then simply replied,

"I got into a fight."

"I told you!" The boy in the sun glasses says throwing his hands in the air excitedly.

"Dammit." Tye-dye boy mumbled, shaking his head in disappointment. He pulled out a dollar and gave it to the boy in glasses.

"Why?" I ask curiously.

"We were betting on what people did to get in here. I said you pulled a prank." Tyedye says, walking over towards me. "I'm Vic."

"Kat." I blurt out.

"Haven't I seen you somewhere?" Glasses asked, pointing his finger at me.

"Guys, the old hag said to not talk." The mascot boy snapped. Blue eyes stood up and walked over to him.

"Hey bitch, have you been addressed into this conversation?" Blue eyes said harshly. The kid stuttered but blue eyes cut him off. "That's exactly what I thought."

Blue eyes narrowed his eyes upon him. The kid frowned, glaring at him. Everything was an awkward dead silent. That was before glasses started up again.

"Like I was saying, haven't I seen you somewhere?"

"Highly doubt it Kellin." Vic chuckled. So that's his name! Kellin. Intriguing name.

"No no, I have. Wait! Were you the one wrestling with Lizzy the Lesbo?" Kellin pointed his finger at me with a huge grin. I nodded my head slightly. 

"I knew it!

"You were awesome!" He continues.

"Wait, if you knew she was the one fighting then.. you sneaky slimy ass! Give me my dollar back! You cheated!" Vic growled.

"Hmm, no." Kellin smirked. "Besides, I didn't realize it til now."

"Whatever." Vic mumbled.

"You're very quiet." Blue eyes blurted. Not in bed, I thought.

"Am I not supposed to be?" I quirked my eyebrow.

"Well, you don't look like the quiet type. Talk." He demanded.

"She doesn't have to." Mascot dude said.

"Excuse me, what are you babbling about?" Blue eyes asked.

"Stop being an ass and let the girl be." Mascot said.

"What's your name?" Kellin asked the mascot dude.

"Irvin."

Blue eyes busted out laughing. "Irvin? Well listen Irvin, go back to sucking on your mothers tits. Kay?"

"Go to hell!" Irvin screamed. My mouth dropped open as Irvin stood up to face blue eyes.

"What's going on in there?" A woman's voice called.

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