After the school day was mostly over, I met up with Tori again. "Hey, hottie," she greeted me, and I returned the hello. "Katy and I are going to the mall, so whenever you finish with detention then feel free to join us."
"I totally would, but I just remembered I have that photo shoot," I said, shoving my books into my locker.
This detention was only making this day even harder.
I looked at the slip I’d been given and frowned. "Shoot! It starts at the exact time detention lets out," I said, looking at Tori, feeling slightly nervous. If I showed up late to work because of detention, Mary would kill me.
"It's okay. Usually, the teacher, Mr. Ollie, falls asleep or forgets about detention duty, so you can easily sneak out, but don't forget to sign your name on the sheet in the front of the room or else you'll get another detention," Tori warned, giving me a reassuring smile.
"I'm not even going to ask how you know that." I shook my head in amusement.
"Forget your homework like I do all the time. Trust me, that's where you'll spend your day." She quietly squealed, as though she just remembered something. "I can't believe it, Clover Thompson is going to do something exciting in school, something bad." She bounced on her heels, the movement causing me to roll my eyes.
"It's leaving detention five minutes early. It's really not that big of a deal," I said, waving her off as she slammed my locker shut.
"Please, you won't even want to leave once you see the guys in there. They're all incredibly hot," she gushed.
I lightly pushed her shoulder while laughing. "Okay, well, I have to go before I'm late for those hot guys."
She stuck her tongue out at me before pulling her bag higher on her shoulder.
I shook my head at her, a small smile playing on my lips. "I'll text you later, after the photoshoot," I told her and she gave me a side hug.
These must be the guys she was talking about. I signed my name before taking a seat on the opposite side of the room.
I glanced over at them again, and recognition finally set in. Andrew Carter. Now, I didn't know much about him, but from what Katy had told me, him and Stacey were constantly on and off. Plus, he was apparently the one who threw all the school parties. And I won't lie, I have heard a rumor that he was the one who went to juvie his whole freshman year of high school. I'm not even sure how he made it to senior year. We’ve only had one or two classes together in the past, but never any to really force us to talk. I’d be surprised if he even knew my name.
Andrew seemed to notice my attention and smirked, turning his chair around, so the back was facing me. He sat on it and rested his arms on the top of the chair. "Heya, boys. Look what we have here, Stacey described her new conquest of the week to me earlier and it looks like this one fits her description perfectly. You're the so-called freak who messed with her this morning, right?"
I gulped. Okay, so I really didn't want to be beaten to a pulp by this so-called delinquent, Andrew Carter.
"Awe, babes, did Stace cut off your tongue?" he asked, standing up and moving directly beside me.
I couldn't help but smell the cologne coming off him, giving him the scent of citrus and cigarettes and something else I couldn't put my finger on.
"Can you please just leave me alone?" I asked.
He ran his hand down the side of my face before stumbling slightly, almost falling over the side of my desk. "Ah, does the freak have a name?" he asked curiously, reaching to grab my glasses off my face. I quick turned my head to the side and pushed his hand out of my face.
I stood up and moved to the next seat over.