Chapter Two: Detention My Ass

My body was near shaking with anger as I stomped my way to my locker. And to my annoyance, the stupid thing was on the other side of the campus! I couldn't believe that man gave me detention on the first day of school. Who the hell did he think is? I mean sure, he's hot but that doesn't give him a right to treat me the way he just did. I blame Principal Denner for choosing to retire during my final year. Now I'm stuck with a hot, blue eyed, egotistical himbecile that thinks he's the next George fucking Clooney! If he th-

"Whoa, who shoved a stick up your ass?" came from the amused voice that belonged to my best friend. I spun around and almost lost my balance when Ayanda all but tackled me. I returned her embrace with just as much enthusiasm. Two months is a long time without your best friend.

"Missed me?" I chuckled as she continued to cut my air supply.

"Of course, I did. I was knee deep in geniuses out there. I needed my feminidiot to help keep my sanity." She exclaimed, spanking my ass and booming with joyful laughter.

"Well you're the one who decided to go to the winter school programme. You could have stayed with me." I said as we made our way to my locker. I hadn't even realized that students were streaming everywhere. Assembly must be over. That is the only way I can explain that jackass being in his office when he was supposed to be anywhere but. Ayanda was about to say something when Justin came up from behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Hey babe. Missed you this holiday." He said and kissed the spot beneath her ear, making her giggle.

"It's a new year Justin and I'm still not interested." She smirked and slapped his arms away.

"You're gonna cave in one day. I know you want me. The sexual tension is radiating off you in big waves, making me dizzy." he said, extending his arms to emphasize his words.

"If my pheromones are making you dizzy, then you need to save yourself and get away from me."

"I couldn't stay away from you even if I tried. Sup Zee?" He asked as his hazel eyes came in contact with mine. I raised an eyebrow and tucked my arms underneath my bust.

"Oh! So now you see me?" I teased and he laughed. Having reached my locker, I put in my combination and started taking out the books I would need for all my classes before lunch and put them in my bag.

"Never heard of the term 'save the best for last' huh?" He said as he came over to give me a hug. I returned his hug and shook my head. After we pulled apart, I closed my locker and Justin, Ayanda and I walked to homeroom, with Justin in the middle and his arms around our shoulders.

"I must say, you guys seem to be getting hotter as we get older. Black definitely don't crack huh?" Justin said as he eyed Ay and I from head to toe. I glanced towards Ayanda and I nodded my head in agreement.

Ayanda Bhele is what we call a Nubian beauty. Her skin, a beautiful flawless shade of dark caramel, with waist length dreads that framed her heart shaped face beautifully. She had a toned body to die for as she is a gymnast, the best the school has ever had. A tiny little thing with as much attitude and fire you can fit in that taut little body.

I was nothing compared to Ayanda. I'm a bit on the tall side, at 164cm, with 3A bronze curly hair that came up to the middle of my back. My skin tone is a uneven blend leaning towards my dad's dark chocolate than my mom's pale cream. And that is probably the only thing I got from my pa. I got my mom's hair texture and length. My eyes a dark hazel. I also have a few freckles on my nose and cheeks, but you would have to be in my face to see them. With small tits and a big bum, dare I say I am fair to look upon? And well, being an athlete has its advantages because I'm fit and healthy and couldn't ask for more. And I'm the captain of the varsity netball team, so I was well respected in Westerbridge Academy.

"I wish I could say the same about you JT." Ayanda said as we walked through the halls, greeting people along the way.

"You want me." Justin exclaimed.

"You wish."

"I do? Why not ask my genie then Kit-"

"Now you know better than to have your scrawny little arms around my girl, Blake." Another voice cut Justin's speech and my eyes found the love of my life with the gorgeous brown eyes. Cheesy? I know!

"Scrawny? Are you mistaking me for you again brother?" Justin smirked at his stepbrother, my boyfriend Kevin.

"Please, at least I don't need steroids to give me muscles. I work for mine. Now step away from my girl, would you?" He joked as he pulled my wrist and crashed me into his muscular chest. My arms automatically wrapped around his waist and his enveloped me completely. This was my comfort zone, right here.

"Whatever man." Justin said in the background but neither one of us paid any attention to him.

"Hi baby." Kevin murmured in my ear, causing butterflies to erupt in my tummy.

"Hey yourself." I stood on my tip toes to give him a peck on the lips, but he shook his head in disapproval. I sighed in defeat and planted my feet to the ground again. This was the only thing I hated about being Kevin's girlfriend. He was the head prefect of our school and followed every rule there is in that thick rulebook. One of the main transgressions in our school was public display of affection. So, the chances of me getting a peck from my boyfriend of 3 years during school time were slim to none.

And I hated it.

Call me shallow, but PDA is one of my love languages. I love being claimed in public. I like to be loved loud and proudly. But alas. It wasn't easy. Kevin and I are very affectionate with each other. I can't keep my hands off him 95% of the time, and it's the same thing with him. Plus he has a very 'kiss me' look. His lips are a delicious shade of pink and are so plump they almost lure you in. His chocolate brown eyes are alluring and the dimples indented in his cheeks make him look even more handsome and daring than humanly possible.

"You know I want to baby but-" he started but I cut him off with a palm on his chest.,

"It's against the school rules, I know." He flashed me an apologetic smile and fell in step with Justin and Ayanda who were still bickering about who knows what. Kevin and I walked side by side until we reached our class and settled down in our seats.

"So where were you during assembly?" He asked as he went over his schedule for the month. Prefects have a lot of work to do; I almost feel sorry for him. Almost.

"I was caught up in the office with Principal Jackass because I overslept and was late." I mumbled angrily, remembering the scene that happened mere minutes ago.

"Principal Jackass?" Ayanda inquired as she and Justin joined in on our conversation. I rolled my eyes and thrummed my fingers against the wooden table.

"Our new principal. Matthews I think was his name. I was too busy thinking of ways to throttle him after he gave me detention, to pay attention to his stupid name."

"WAIT, HE GAVE YOU DETENTION?!" Ayanda screeched, inviting the audience that is our classmates to glance at us. And unluckily for her, Mr. Stewart had just walked in and he's an asshole that finds a problem in any and everything.

"Ahh Miss Bhele, since you're already talking about detention, I guess you should come on up and collect your slip as well seeing as how you're also going to spend three hours of your life sitting in a classroom staring at a blank wall." He said with a stern voice. I could almost feel the anger radiating from Ayanda next to me so I nudged her in order to shut her up, but of course ... This is Ayanda we're talking about.

"You can't give me detention! I have practice after school and I can NOT miss it. We have regionals coming up and-"

"And that is not my problem. And since one detention doesn't seem to be enough for you, two should suffice." He added with a malicious tone. But Ayanda just kept going.

"What? Two detentions? How is that even fai-"

"Three." Her face turned dark, but she continued to protest.

"Three?!"

"Four." And this time, I put my hand over her mouth because I knew she was never going to shut up and at the rate at which he was going, she would sit detention until we received our Matric certificates.

"I take it you're done Miss Bhele?" Ayanda bowed her head in shame and huffed.

"Yes sir."

The evil man clapped his hands and turned his attention to the rest of the class.

"Looks like I have you pathetic excuses of space for yet another year. Whoopie. The rules stay the same. No talking, whispering, chattering or whatever it is that you stupid brats do will be tolerated in my class. You keep this room neat or else I will have you sweeping the courtyard for the entire year. If I see or hear a phone, it is out of the window. You come in, sit down and keep your mouths shut. No homework will be done in my classroom, that is why it is called homework. If I see one scrap of paper, it will also go flying out of the window. If you have questions, then it is too bad. You're seniors now, simple instructions shouldn't be too hard to follow. I'm going to take register now, and it is the only time you're allowed to open your mouth and that is to say 'here'. Got that? Now ... Jonathan Abraham's?" He called out and took register. This man was so rude. I guess that is what happens when you don't achieve your life goals. You blow up with bitterness.

The bell rang right after Mr. Stewart was done taking register. Kevin was first out of his seat, off to his first class of the day. Ayanda waited for me at the door and looped her arm around mine and we started for math class; the thing I hated most on this earth, snug and warm right next to Principal Jackass.

The day dragged on, nothing eventful happening. Just a couple of us catching up and telling each other stories of what we did during the school holidays. The bell signalling the end of the day rang with a loud shrill. Fucking finally. I headed towards my locker to get my netball clothes. After changing, as I was walking towards the netball courts, I heard Kevin calling my name and I turned in the direction of his voice and saw him running towards me.

"Hey, cute outfit." He said as he finally gave me a peck on the lips. I glanced down at my outfit and giggled. I was in one of our many practice kits. Today, it was purple jogging tights and a white t-shirt, with my Asics long socks and court shoes. There was nothing cute about my outfit, but Kevin is too sweet not to say anything.

"Thank you." And I used this opportunity to kiss him again, only harder this time. When we pulled away, I pouted for more. I could never get enough of him.

"Shouldn't you be in detention?" He asked and I rolled my eyes.

"I never got a detention slip." I said to him with feigned innocence. His face wrinkled in a frown.

"But you told me you got detention." He said.

"He said I have detention. But he didn't give me a detention slip. So technically, I don't have detention until I get the slip. Isn't that the way of it, Mr Head Prefect?" I asked sweetly and wrapped my arm around his waist again.

"Azania, you can't bunk detention. That is just asking for more trouble with the new principal." Why did I have to fall in love with a mouse? Gag me.

"Did you not hear what I just said? I never got a slip." I detached myself from him and fixed the strap of my sports bag on my shoulder.

"That's a bullshit excuse and you know it. How do you think this will reflect on me if my girlfriend starts bunking detention?"

"It's not that serious, I promise you. I can sit detention tomorrow if you want me to. I just can't miss this practice. You know that as well as I do." I tilted my head at him and gave him a knowing look.

"Yeah sure, first practice is important for captains, but captains have to take responsibility for their actions too. How else do you expect your teammates to do the same if you won't even do it?" he cocked his head back at me, throwing the same knowing look back in my face.

"That is not fair." I get enough lectures from my dad for fucks sake.

"You were late. The punishment is detention. Like it has been for years. Tell me, what is not fair?" and with that, I rolled my eyes.

"Tell Kevin to text me later Mr Head Prefect." Kevin, I love. This one, I don't. I turned away from his scowl and jogged to the courts, where a couple of girls had already started warming up.

It's just detention. And it's my first one in a year. I'll go sit it tomorrow, but it makes no sense for me to sit it today. It shouldn't even be allowed to give detention on the first day of a new school year. Principal Jackass will get his stupid payback when I see it fit.