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I sat in the back of the class, twirling my choppy H/C hair in my finger. The teacher was lecturing about the importance of American flag etiquette, and I couldn't care less what she said. "Miss L/N, can you repeat what I just said? It looks like you're not listening." She snapped, glaring at me. 'Just because you got divorced doesn't mean you can take it out on us!' I thought. I was about to answer, but the door opened, revealing the hottest guy in school, Wes Johnson. "Mr. Johnson! Nice of you to join us. Where have you been for the first twenty minutes of class?" She asked, crossing her arms. "Sorry, Ms. Evans. Football practice ran a little long this morning." Wes said politely, handing Ms. Evans a tardy slip from Coach Hohn, the coach of the football team. "That's quite alright. Take your seat next to Y/N." She said, motioning to the chair next to mine. Wes sat in his usual spot next to me. "Hey, Y/N." He whispered. "Hey. How'd practice go?" I asked quietly. Although Wes was popular and the quarterback on the best high school football team in the state, he was really nice to an outcast like me. "Good. We have a great time there." He said, smiling the smile that makes my heart skip a beat. "You look tired. You okay?" He asked. I nodded, yawning. "Yeah. I just hate having history 1st period." I said. "I think it's something else." He said, nudging my shoulder. I chuckled to myself. "Just girl stuff. I'm fine." I assured him. He was about to answer, but the loud smack of a yard ((meter)) stick on the table made both of us jump. "Miss L/N and Mr. Johnson! If you want to talk, you can talk in detention after school today." Ms. Evans barked. I sighed and nodded my head, while Wes spoke a quiet 'Yes ma'am.' I was actually paying attention to Mrs. Evans for once when I felt a slip of paper touch my hand.

Sorry about that. I should've talked quieter. I owe you one.

I smiled.

It's ok. I wrote back. Like Ms. Satan said, we can talk in detention. :-)

After I passed it back to him, he failed to hide a smirk.

AFTER SCHOOL...

Wes and I met back in front of Ms. Evans' room just as the last bell rang, and a swarm of our fellow Juniors went to the buses or the parking lot, gathering with their friends and laughing. After everyone left, Wes and I walked into the class. "Because you two were foolish enough to talk while I was, you're going to scrape all of the gum off of the underneaths of the desks, in my class, Mr. Greyson's class, and Mrs. Peters' class. I will tell you when you can stop." Ms. Evans said, handing us each a bucket and a scraper thing. She left the room, most likely to watch TV in the Teacher's Lounge. As her footsteps faded down the quiet halls, Wes turned to me. "I'm sorry. I feel really bad about this." He said, blushing lightly. "It's okay, really. It's not like I haven't gotten detention before." I said assuringly.

After working for an hour or so, Wes and I only had Mrs. Peters' class to rid of gum. "So I was just wondering, Y/N, not trying to offend you, but why don't you hang out with anyone? You never sit by anyone at lunch. I see you at a table by yourself reading and listening to music. Why?" He asked. I sighed. "With my brother Ian in college now, I don't have anyone to sit with. People think I'm weird and they call me so much bad stuff, so I distance myself from that." I explained. "What do they call you? I swear I'll kick their asses-" He started. "Wes," I cut him off. "I'm a big girl. I can deal with it. It's mostly ." I said. "It's mostly Kalel and Remina. They call me a fat, whore, slut, retarded, bimbo, and ugly. I just ignore them." I shrugged. "I'm sorry they do that. I guess they don't realize how beautiful you are." He said. I stopped working and turned to him. "You think I'm beautiful?" I asked. Wes smiled, nodding. "You're the prettiest girl in school. Remina and Kalel are just jealous." He said coolly. I shook my head. "What's so special about me? I'm just some socially awkward emo introvert." I said. Instead of answering verbally, he pressed his lips on mine, wrapping his arms around my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He was notably taller than me, which only make me smile against his lips. When we pulled apart, he was looking deep into my E/C eyes. "Does that convince you that you're beautiful?" He asked. "Yeah. Yeah, it does." I smiled.