Detention

#Chapter43 Detention

/"What time are you leaving after school?/" I ask Tristan.

/"Around five. Why?/" He asks.

/"Why so late?/" I question curiously.

/"Detention./" I nod.

/"Can I borrow your car?/" I ask sweetly, batting my long eyelashes for extra effect.

/"You can, but you may not./" He refuses.

/"Seriously? This isn't english class,/" I deadpan. /"Please my chocolate sugar with Nutella and Oreo cookies and extra mustard sauce?/" I beg.

/"You ruined it with the mustard sauce./"

/"Just give me the damn keys!/" I shout too loudly for the whole class to hear.

/"You have a problem Hailey?/" Mr Thompson raises his eyebrow at me.

/"No sir,/" I reply and turn back to Tristan. /"Chicken./" I mutter.

/"Excuse me?/" Mr Thompson's voice is iced with fury and smoke almost escapes through his parabolic ears.

/"N-nothing sir./" I say.

/"Well, 'nothing' just landed you in detention./"