DetentiOn
prologue
I lazily dragged myself into the detention room, taking a seat in the third row from the back.
"Again, Ms.Prometti?" Questioned Mr.Smith, looking up from the papers I assumed he was checking.
"Well, it really isn't my choice, Sir." I replied in an arrogant tone.
I had been in detention twice already this week.
I really was short on patience. I hated being told what to do, I hated it when people tried to tell me how I feel,
I hated being put out of my control, I hate it when people claim they know better than me regarding things which are of no one's other than my very own concern.
I reached into my pocket to pull out a packet of blueberry dentyne, as I heard someone inch up closer to me.
"Hey." I heard a voice.
I turned to my left and saw a boy, tall, tan skin. He was wearing a navy blue hoodie, and he had green eyes.
I stared at him blankly for a second, just studying him.
"I'm Mark, I'm in your biology class." He awkwardly continued.
I'd seen him around, but never in class. I remember I'd always check out the roman numerals he had tattoed right under his inner elbow..
"Cool." I replied bankly, trying not to sound too excited. I didn't want to feed his ego.
He's always been really cute, and rather popular. Many girls are into him, but I've never really seen him hanging around much. He's always just smiled and kept on going.
I felt like he was barely ever in school. Not that I regularly was.. But I don't like to give too much confidence to guys like him.
"Alessandra." I said extending my arm when I noticed him just looking at me, as if waiting for something.
He shook my hand, and I focused my attention on more important things, like beating my high score on Temple Run 2.
I started getting impatient when I heard his deep voice again.
"Hey." He whispered.
"What?" I sighed rudely, looking back at him.
"You might not want to talk to me, but you dropped something earlier.." He continued, lifting up a bag full of weed.
My eyes widened at the sight, and I frantically checked my pockets for the bag of goods.
"Give me that!" I demanded, but it was rather pointless, as I saw a smile form upon his face.
He lifted the bag to his nose, sniffing the bag. "Good stuff." He continued, mockingly.
I snatched it up from his fingers and the bell soon rang. "Ms.Prometti, Mr.Gabriel, you may leave."
I stood up, keeping the green in my pocket and glaring at Mark.
"Prometti, ey." He began. "You Italian?"
"My father is." I replied. "..Was." I corrected myself.
"Is he dead or something?" He proceeded to ask.
"Yeah, actually, he is. But that doesn't matter."
He looked at me with a saddened look in his eyes.
"Let me walk you home."
I ignored him and kept walking, but I heard his footsteps behind me.
"What do you want?" I asked abruptly. "I want to get to know you."
"Why?"
"You seem different. I rarely see you around, and when you are around, you're either alone or barely talking to someone." He said. "We'd make good friends."
With that I just looked at him, not sure what to say.
"Well then you'd also know that-" I tried to say, but was cut off. "That you don't like making friends?"
I let silence give him his answer.
We soon got to my house, and he pulled my arm as I went to unlock the door. "Please. We have vacation, give me this month."
I unlocked the door and pushed it, as he waited for an answer "To make me your friend?" I questioned, rather confused.
"To make you mine." he replied, sending shivers down my spine.
But I shut the door.
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Hey guys! I've tried to write stories on witty quite a few times, but I ended up having to quit.
But this story is really close to my heart because Alessandra is based on me (for the most part), and everything is just really deep to me.
It gets better, I promise.
Please give me a chance and let me know what you think!
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