This chapter is dedicated to joyeze3, for making me drop this chapter ❤️

I looked at the clock, as its constant tick tocks kept resonating in the room I was serving my detention in.

3:25pm.

I closed my eyes, praying that maybe, just maybe time will move faster than it was intended to just within this hour. After what felt like eternity, I opened my eyes and looked at the clock again.

3:26pm.

Ugh...... God why me today of all days?

It's a general thing for students my age to hate Mondays, that which I also do too but this just made me hate today on a whole different level.

I mean who gets detention on a Monday? Not like I haven't but this time around, it wasn't even my fault.

It's because of some conceited asshole who just decided to show up and ruin life for me today.

Way to go Alan!

"Never been on detention?" A gruff voice beside me spoke up, startling me.

I know I wasn't alone here, there were about 2 more unlucky people but I just wasn't expecting him to make a conversation with me.

"Nah, I'm just being punished for an offense I didn't commit" I let the frustration come out in my statement to which he nodded making his black neck length hair move with each bob of his head.

"Why are you here?" I spoke after some seconds of silence, in an attempt to keep the conversation going. Anything to pass time.

"Was caught with a darb" he simply said making furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

"What's a darb?"

He looked at me as he answered "it's an Australian slang for a cigarette"

My mouth formed an 'O' shape at the disclosure and that would explain the slight but still audible Australian accent.

"But doesn't that lead to suspension?"

"It does, it's the first time they caught me so they went easy on me" I nodded in understanding but still asked, my curiosity getting the most of me "so it's not the first time you've smoked in school?"

"Nor the last" he replied with a little smirk, still facing forward.

I took my time to steal a proper glance at him. He had an earring on the ear facing my direction which was the right one, his dark hair tucked beneath it showing another piercing on his earlobe. He also had a tattoo trailing from directly under his ear down to beneath his shirt. I could only decipher the first two letters which where R and E.

"It's relentless, stops at my collar bone" he dragged his collar down a bit to emphasize what he was saying. I blushed lightly at being caught sizing him up.

"Got it when I turned 16" he turned to look at me again to which I just nodded.

From my guess he should have other tattoos. I wanted to ask but stopped when I saw him stand up. "my time's up" he said and headed to the teacher's desk in front of us.

He inclined his head in my direction to which I responded with a nod and with that he left.

He really did seem like one who doesn't talk much and weirdly, I missed his short presence, wishing he could have stayed for 30 more minutes.

**

3:35pm.

Time sure wasn't favouring me today as I realized it didn't move after I closed my eyes again praying for a miracle.

I banged my head lightly on the desk out of frustration and stopped when the door opened.

I inwardly cursed today over and over again when I saw Alan walking to the desk and signing on a list.

Wait, what's he doing here?

"You're 5 minutes late" Mr Powell reminded him but he just ignored him and sent me a wide grin to which I just rolled my eyes.

I ignored his presence for the most part and he seemed to do the same to me till he started making annoying noises.

The sound of his loud bubble gum he chewed filled the room as he tapped his foot continuously on the floor.

He was doing it on purpose, that I knew because of the grin he still had on.

I felt my eyes twitch with irritation as I endured 10 soul crushing minutes of hearing him do that. I just can't bear it no more.

"Can you stop that?!" I snapped at him as I turned my gaze to his relaxed state, one foot propped against the knee of another and his hands resting behind his head.

"Oh my God, it spoke!" He feigned surprised like a kid who found an extra gift hidden under his Christmas tree.

"Um... Excuse me? I'm a she not an it"

"Frankly sweetheart, I don't give a fuck"

I rolled my eyes and turned away from him. He won't get the joy of seeing me all riled up.

After some time, I heard him clear his throat but I simply ignored him even as he spoke "I know we didn't start off well and about what I said, I genuinely didn't mean it...."

I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Was that his way of apologizing?

Seeing he had my attention, he continued "so let's start over. My name is Alan, that I'm sure you already know considering the number of times you've screamed it" he smirked suggestively making me roll my eyes as I caught unto the other meaning behind the statement. "So what's your name?"

"Like I'm going to tell you"

"Okay, then I'll just call you Barbie"

The fuck?

"The hell you are" I said out of irritation. Like why Barbie of all names? It reminded me of Barbie cartoon and let me tell you I hated it.

"You see you're just as annoying as the cartoon character"

Did he just call me annoying? If anything, I'm the one to call him annoying. It's because of him, I'm here right now.

But even through my anger, I couldn't help but wonder; he watches Barbie?

"Well suite yourself, I don't care as long as I don't get to ever see you after this"

There was a brief silence between us until he started chewing his gum loudly again.

"Do you mind?"I snapped at him again.

"Nope" he said popping the p.

"But I do so can you stop that?"

"You've asked that already but my answer remains no"

I rolled my eyes as I just gave up on talking to him.

**

3:59pm.

Finally!

I stood up, signed out before leaving to head to Olivia's.

He stood up to leave too, but didn't bother saying anything to me, that I'm grateful for.

End of chapter 11! More character appearances ahead!
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Xoxo, Ruth.