CHAPTER 5

You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.
-J.K Rowling

A week and a half of dating Eric Sanders, three days and a half since our first kiss and two days and a half since my argument with Logan. As he walked past Eric and I at lunch, he glared at Eric, and Eric looked like he was about to piss his pants.

I got up off the lunch table and walked over to him, "Would you please stop scaring my boyfriend?"

"You mean that pussy there?" He scowled.

"Logan, please. This is my first relationship, I'm 16 for goodness sakes, I think I can make my own choices." I say desperately.

"Not if they're stupid choices, Scarlett. Look, I'm telling you, there's something off about that guy. But you're right, it's your choice. Just be careful Scarlie, I just care for you." He explained seriously.

I smiled, "Hey, I'll be alright and if something does happen, I've got my older brother to beat him up, right?" I laughed.

"Whatever kid, I'm off." With that he leaves.

I return to my table with Zoey and Eric, and they start rambling off about a party. we were excitedly making plans for this epic party that'll make memories. Not knowing those memories wouldn't be something I treasure, those memories would be the ones I'd give anything to get rid of.

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The last bell rang and I walked out of Mr. Felton's class, weaving my way through the crowd to find Zoey, who was hanging by Sam's locker as usual. I walked towards them and waved. "Well look who's here, it's our little delinquent." Teased Sam.

"Ha. Ha. I'm off to detention guys, see y'all on Monday if I don't get eaten by the wolves. Have a good weekend planning my funeral."

"Shut up Scarlett, stop being dramatic. Jokes aside, it sucks that you're stuck here on a Friday." Zoey made a sad face and pulled me into a hug.

"I'll survive." I grinned. I said goodbye to Sam and decided to use the washroom before heading to the detention room. I turned, walked to the back of the school where anyone rarely is because there are no classes, just the storage, art and detention rooms. Unfortunately, someone was there, I spotted Eric kissing some redhead in a corner, his new flavour of the week. I don't even know why girls think he's so innocent and sweet when you can literally see he's with a new girl every week. Then again, I thought the same of him not long ago.

I hurry away from the scene, grossed out, and walked up to the detention room. I stood in front of the door staring at the crooked sign that read, 'Detention Room' and under that, 'Ms. Farten.' Real mature.

I walk in and take note of the few students sitting there. A girl with a nose piercing and jet black hair who was leaning against the wall and listening to music. A blue haired boy who had the most spectacular purple leather jacket and a capturing grin, he was staring at me too. He was sitting near the green eyed devil, Evans. There were a guy and girl on the other side too, they were having an intense make out session, I didn't look at them for long, talk about awkward. There were a few more sleeping or texting in the back. I decided to sit up front where nobody was sitting, Ms. Harten wasn't here yet so I took out a novel out of my bag to read.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw someone plop in the seat beside me, and I decided it'd be best if I ignore them. Unfortunately, they were persistent on getting my attention.

"You're new." It was the blue haired boy.

I raised my eyebrows and turned towards him, "And?"

He shrugged. "Welcome to the club. What're you in for?"

What is it with people comparing detention to jail? I decided to humour him. "I was framed, wrong place, wrong time."

"Wow, you had it rough didn't you." He pulled out a chocolate wafer roll and stuck it in his mouth like a cigarette, then offered me one. "Want a smoke?"

I laughed, "Sure, what're you in for?"

"For being absolutely fabulous." I gave him a blank stare. "Okay, okay, I punched a guy." He confessed.

"Gee, what for?"

"He shoved me because he's scared of my fashion sense, he knows he'll never be at my level of gorgeousness, plus you know the fact that I'm gay."

I laughed again but it died down quickly as I realized Evans was staring at me. Just then, Ms. Harten walked in, dressed in a long blue skirt, pink blouse and glasses that were way too big for her small face. Instantly, the couple making out stopped and turned to her and the black haired girl pulled an earphone out.

"Good evening, for the new faces, I'd just like you to know that whatever you did to get in here matters no more. What matters is that you don't sit here and wallow in self pity and boredom. So I will assign you to tasks that will help the school and put your time to use. Positive energy, positive vibes and soon enough positive attitudes."

"Yeah Ms. H!" Shouted the blue haired boy, pumping his fist in the air.

"Thank you Blake. Each of you come up in your assigned pairs to receive your tasks. Blake and Maze, you're to go to the gym and stack up all the basketballs after you polish them. Make sure you update the record..." My heart sank as she paired Blake up with the girl, he seemed nice. She assigned everyone else and they left as they got the jobs. Unfortunately that left Evans and I. I internally groaned.

"And of course, Scarlett and Alexander, you'll be starting off by scrubbing the locker you paint bombed. Then clean up any other graffiti on the other lockers." She said, then pointed to the supply closet to get cleaning supplies.

We got up and silently grabbed the supplies then exited the room. Evans still looked pretty bummed out about being here, we made our way to the locker. I wore the cleaning gloves and picked up the spray and sponge and started with the sides of the yellow lockers. I looked over to Evans who was just leaning against the lockers, his hair falling over his eyes. His arms were crossed showing off his toned arms, he started yawning. He looked hot. What? No he doesn't, Scarlett. Shut up.

Furiously I threw a pair of gloves at him and he looked up startled. "I'm not going to do this alone, in fact I shouldn't even be doing this. It's your fault I'm stuck here."

"My fault? If it wasn't for you, I would've gotten away with it. I got suspended from practise! You just love sticking your little nose where it doesn't belong." He threw the gloves down, his voice was raised. This isn't fair, I wouldn't stand here getting shit from Evans.

"I don't enjoy butting heads in other people's business like you, I don't care what you do or why!" I had a feeling this wasn't completely about the prank.

"You're the one who was wandering, it's an old habit of yours, always looking for people to ruin." He spat.

I scoffed, "like you? I don't even care about y-"

"Like Eric." He yelled.

My heart skipped a beat. I could feel tears coming up, I looked away. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry. Damn it! I always cry when I'm frustrated or angry, and it sucks. I threw my gloves down and started walking away from him.

"Crap," I heard him mutter. "Dev, wait!" He called out. I didn't stop but I heard him walking up behind me and I fastened my pace.

"Scarlett, please wait." And before I knew it, my feet stopped. My mind was saying to keep going but I couldn't move. He came in front me and ran his hand through his hair.

"I'm sorry." Evans breathed out. "It- I got carried away, I had a rough day and I just... took it out on you. I didn't mean to bring up--"

"It's fine." I said looking away, I looked anywhere but at his face. "I just thought... I used to think you'd give me the benefit of the doubt, that you'd stick by me. But i guess that you'd never known me well enough to. So it's okay, you don't need to apologize."

He didn't say anything after that, he walked back to the locker and started scrubbing the paint. Disappointed that he didn't say anything, I stood there debating whether I should leave or go back to help.

I went with the latter, and the rest of the hour we worked in silence. Ms. Harten came to check up on us too, and was pleased with our progress. At 4, we went back to the detention room to report and Ms. Harten dismissed us, avoiding looking at each other, we grabbed our bags and walked out.

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As I walked home alone, I kept thinking to myself, maybe this was for the best. We've been avoiding each other and being awkward as hell for a year now. Maybe this confrontation was much needed, it'd help break the ice. But then I thought, why? Why did I care so much what he thought, why did I care for our friendship. I don't care. 

I've always thought Zoey was the only one I needed, I avoided people, so why care so much about him. I've never had the best relation with him anyways, we'd always spend our time trying to put each other down, we'd always been enemies. 

All these thoughts swirled in my brain. I growled in frustration and stuffed my chilly hands in my pockets, convincing myself that I don't care.

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A/N

I hope you all enjoyed that, is this going too fast or is it not making sense? 

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