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“So let me get this straight? You got detention … With Weston?” Jade’s clear blue eyes bulged out slightly. “Do I even want to know?”

I groaned and rubbed my face in irritation. “He’s just an idiot that’s all.”

“And because of him being an idiot, you bailed on shopping with me?” Jade stomped her foot and whined. Her black hair bouncing as she did. “Why can’t my idiot of a brother just share you for once?”

“It’s not like that. Look, I have to go or I’ll be getting another detention,” I sighed and hugged her quickly. “We’ll go shopping another time, I promise.”

Walking down the school’s empty hallways, I finally made it to Mr. Jenkins room. I scowled when I saw Weston. Apparently, we were the only ones who received detention for today. How did I get so lucky? Note the sarcasm. Making sure I sat as far away as possible from him, I read the carved in words of other students on the wooden desk and tried my best not to look at Weston.

“Alright then,” Mr. Jenkins clapped his hands once. He stood up from his desk, stretched, and straightened out his light blue button up shirt. “I have to go do some business in the office. You two know the basics. No eating, no skipping, no goofing around and most importantly, for the both of your sakes, no talking.”

Weston scoffed. I turned back to glare at him, but he waved me off “Mr. J, you know that isn’t possible.”

“Yeah, well, I tried,” Our teacher replied and groaned.

“Sir, please don’t leave me with,” I pointed at Weston in disgust, “that thing.” I tried my puppy dog look that consisted of widening my green eyes a bit, pouting my lower lip, and scrunching up my eyebrows. Mr. J simply raised one eyebrow and looked at me in disbelief. His expression read something along the lines of, ‘Seriously? Not going to work.’

Weston tried to hold back his laughter, but cracked, ending up in a laughing fit. He finally calmed down and pointed a finger at me. “Whew, what kind of face was that? You looked like a cow that’s constipated.”

“How do you know what a cow that’s constipated looks like, huh?” I challenged, using a nagging voice.

“Well, obviously, just look at you.”

I gasped. “I am not a cow!”

I heard a door slam and found that Mr. Jenkins escaped from us. Smart man, I thought, I’m stuck with stupid … again! I groaned for the thousandth time today. “See? Poor Mr. Jenkins!”

“You just like him, because like every girl around here thinks he’s like so hot!” Weston replied in a failed attempt at a girl voice, crossing his arms and throwing me one of his smirks. To tell you the truth, his smirk fit him well. Well, everything fit him well. He wasn’t as hot as a Greek god or any god for that matter, because he was so much hotter. His strong, angular jaw clenched when he was mad or when he was concentrated. His blue eyes shined out of his perfectly tan skin and black hair that was whipped into a messy style. I found it hard not to stare at his sculpted chest and broad shoulders that were only being covered by a thin layer of gray cloth. Oh, and his lips. His lips were nice, even when they spoke the meanest things or curved into a cocky smirk.

I realized I was gawking at him and shook my head furiously in an effort to shake off the trance I was in. “I don’t like him,” I snapped.

“You do.”

“I don’t.”

“You do.”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“No!” I got up to throw my trash and stood there, crossing my arms. “Idiot, I don’t like him. Oh and change the score. Add one point for me.” I smiled in victory and did a little dance called the Cabbage Patch in my head. I smirked when his face scrunched up.

“Why?” Weston asked in disbelief.

“I got the last word in our previous argument.”

“What!”

“Yeah, I won that one. Remember the cow one? Yeah, I vaguely remembered I got the last word,” I playfully tapped my chin and looked at the ceiling as if I was recalling the argument.

Weston got up slowly and stood across me, leaning against a desk. He smirked. “So, who do you like cow?”

“No one,” I simply stated in a monotone voice.

“Liar.”

“I am not a liar!”

Weston took a step toward me. I took a step back. “Perhaps you like Jarred?” There was a hint of jealousy in his tone, but I ignored it and almost laughed at his accusation.

“He’s like my brother, idiot.” I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms again.

He took another step forward, while I took another step back. “Eli?”

“Seriously?” I asked in disbelief and let out a small laugh. “That’s not possible.”

Again, he took another step forward and I took another step back. This continued with him throwing out random names and me denying everyone, because I didn’t like anyone of them. I almost yelped when my back finally hit the wall and Weston came closer to me, leaning his lower arm on the wall above my head.

I blinked a couple of times when I realized the situation I was in right now. His smell surrounded me and I inhaled it. The scent of a sweet woodsy scent filled my nostrils and I almost closed my eyes in satisfaction. If I could take his cologne and bathe in it, I would. The heat from his body radiated onto my skin from the close proximity and it felt good. My hands twitched, wanting to pull him closer, but I regained composure. Instead of gripping him closer, I crossed my arms above my belly and my hands gripped my jacket. I looked up to see that his eyes searched mine and his lips were so close that it almost brushed against mine when he talked.

“I think I know who you like,” He said in a low voice, slightly smirking. His warm breath was somehow cool on my face. I held back a shiver of pleasure and gulped loudly.

“Who?” I replied, waiting for an answer.

Weston leaned into my ear as if to tell me a secret. “Is it me?” He whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. A shiver went down my spine and I almost collapsed when Weston playfully grazed my earlobe.

“Look who’s finally getting along,” A voice teased. I pushed away Weston and found Mr. Jenkins standing at the door with his arms crossed. Amusement was written all over his face.

I felt the blood rush up from my neck and color my cheeks. “I-it’s not w-what it looks like,”
I stammered and gulped loudly.

I practically ran to my desk, trying to get as far away from Weston. I put my head down, trying to get back a normal heart rate and calm down. I peeked up and found Weston across the room.

He smirked and pointed a finger at him, throwing up three fingers. I groaned internally.

Weston: three points. Danny: two points.

The rest of detention, I wondered if he actually just did all of that to win this stupid game of ours.

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I flopped down on my bed and sighed. I relished the comfortable feel of my soft, memory foam bed and warm comforter. I closed my eyes for a bit, feeling the cool breath of the air conditioner. Today was definitely not my day and feeling this relaxed felt a bit odd.

I groaned when there was a knock on the door and Darren popped his head into my room.

“Hey sis,” Darren said and looked at my tired face with caution. “Let me guess. You’re PMSing? But, Danny, that’s six thousand times this month already!” He joked.

“Oh, shut up, Darren. Get out!” I whined and threw my arm over my eyes. 

He laughed and said, “I’m kidding. Bad week?”

“Yep.”

“Welcome to high school, little sis. I just came by to drop off your mail. Looks like someone has a secret admirer.” Darren dropped a tiffany blue envelope on my desk and winked.

I jolted upright in bed. “What?”

“Stop pretending you don’t know. I’m totally fine with you having a crush and all. But, if this guy is some creep …” I was expecting Darren to say something about beating him up and protecting me, but instead he said, “Well, good luck with that.”

I threw a pillow in his direction. Instead of hitting him, it hit one of the stands that held my fake flowers, almost toppling over the porcelain vase. I groaned, hating myself for having bad hand eye coordination.

“Okay, fine, I’ll leave,” Darren feigned hurt.

He shut the door behind him. I got up from my bed and walked slowly to the envelope that was calling me. This could be from anyone. Weston?

Nah, I thought, he’s too much of an idiot to do this.  

I picked up the huge envelope and fingered the edges, inspecting it. At the front, there was a huge heart drawn with a black marker and my name scribbled in the middle. That wasn’t Weston’s handwriting. However, the writing looked vaguely and hautingly familiar.

I ripped open the envelope and I shook with fear before I even finished reading it.

There, in my hands, was a picture collage of me sneaking out of my room, me straddling Weston, and me in detention. Also, scribbled messily in black marker across the glossy paper read,

‘Ms. Innocent not so innocent? Classic. Hopefully, this doesn’t end up in the wrong hands. Perhaps, your mothers pretty little hands.

Love, the Silver Bullet. (:’ 

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