What is wrong with the teachers of the twenty first century
Mr Hensworth needed to get a grip honestly
If any reason he should be telling Amell to see him because he clearly is the one who made me look at him
Okay I sound like a weirdo
And then that smirk that's always playing on his face when I look at him
Aaghr why does someone so rude have to be so good looking and perfect
I mean ....shouldn't God be stingy on at least one good thing
And then the bell rang
I furiously shoved items into my bag....... then it hit me like a smack to the balls
I was supposed to see Mr Hensworth
Aghr .....I walked through the door trying to avoid any contact with anyone .....people nowadays just find certain reasons to shove bad words at your face for no good reason because they had a bad morning ...like for instance .....if I stepped on someone....that person would start throwing trashy words at me just to get back at whatever happened to him/her that morning
So I attempted to avoid that confrontation by being one of the first to walk out of class....
I came into the hallway and saw Mr Hensworth who was quite a distance from me....
I began running to him and then I heard footsteps behind me....I turned only to see blazing blue eyes behind me.....
What !!!
I nearly bumped into Mr Hensworth cause of looking at Amell ....was he following me
Definitely not
"So...as you both know..."
Mr Hensworth began when Amell finally came to a stop next to him
"I keep my word.....so both of you get detention because of being late ....I expect you two at my office immediately after the four o clock bell rings ....is that clear "
I think my jaw just hit the ground
"Sir are there other students in detention too?"
I couldn't help but ask....the thought of being with Amell in an enclosed room for more than an hour ignited me as well as terrified me
Ignited me....what the fuck has gotten into me .......
" Nop.....just the two of you......"
He emphasised on the two of you part
"Now go to class"
I felt my heart sink deep within me
I turned to face Amell
And said the first words that came into my mind
"You know what this is all your fault you couldn't keep your kissing moments private .....did you have to kiss at my locker ....."
"I needed my fucking chemistry book from that same locker in which you attempted to furiously bang your girlfriend "
I said while furiously and dramatically throwing my arms into the airHe was just staring at me like I had grown three heads or something
And then he opened his mouth to speak ....while at a close point of view I now could see the piercing he had on his tongue ...lower part of his tongue
"Is it my fault you couldn't resist watching my mouth work it's devious way to another persons mouth.... "
What is wrong with him
I think I've asked that question about a million times now
"Keep your sloppy kissing to yourself and your unfortunate counterpart "
I said and stared at his face .....I couldn't help but notice the stud on his eyebrow again....for the second time today
Quit staring ....damn it
"You know.... Africana.......a picture lasts much longer ...."
And with that he took to his heels
Did he just call me Africana.....
whatever the fuck that means
I was still dumbfounded before I realised I had another class
I didn't even bother to go get the books for calculus I simply walked to class hoping that we won't be given any classwork
At least I had a calculator

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