Yes, That's Wright. Part 7.

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Raven:
Hallejulah! Praise the god damn lord! I didn't get a homework detention in maths!

I had attempted the homework the night before...I did pretty alright on the Algebra questions, I aced them in fact.

But, as usual, I was stumped on the triangles. I was way too preoccupied with worring after Drake to do anything about it though. He never came home last night...

It scared the hell out of me as I was sitting in maths and Mr Wright was asking for homework.

He started to walk to each students desk, marking the homework with a tick or tsking at the ones who hadn't done it.

They got detentions.

What's my excuse this time?

I mean, I couldn't just say 'I was worried because my boyfriend never came home from the bar last night so I only half attempted the triangle questions that I usually fail anyway.'

So I sat there, prepping myself for detention, but there were a few desks to go until he got to mine.

Suddenly, the PA system went off and the whole school was ordered to go to the hall with their teachers by the principle.

It was freakin' awesome luck because I caught the death stare I was being sent by my teacher. I could tell that he would have gladly given me a trillion detentions if he saw my half-assed attempt at the triangles.

So, what I did? I laughed at him.

Not one of those massive guffaws people do in public which makes everybody in a ten mile radius stare at you. It was one of those secret laughs where only you and the other person knew what the hell you were doing.

And to top it all off, I sent him the flirtiest wink I could manage as I flowed with the crowd out of the room towards the hall.

Boy, did he look mad.

Soooo freakin' mad.

I don't even know why I did it, I guess I just wanted to piss him off further...and show him who was the boss around here.

Nobody controls me. That's a lesson he's got to learn.

The assembly was nothing really. It was just about some soldier guy who's birthday was on this day. We had to sit there through a black and white slideshow with depressing trumpets playing a slow song at the front. It all seemed really pointless.

I wondered if his parents knew that his birth would get a future girl out of homework detention. You never know, they could have wondered about it.

They could have been different parents to the others. While other Moms and Dads dreamed of their son fighting for the country, these parents could have dreamed that the day their son was born would be the same day that some girl in the future got out of homework detention. It could have been a dream they had for their son.

I smiled at that. If it was true, then they would have been very proud parents.

I could picture them now, wearing extremely old fashioned clothes and sitting on top of a big, fluffy, white cloud. They'd be looking down at the assembly hall of my school and celebrating their son's birthday and realizing that their dream of their son one day saving a future girl from homework detention came true.

If I ever get around to having children, that's something that I'd want them to achieve.

Anyway, that soldier guy's birthday 'celebrations' went on for about half an hour.

I didn't get that. The guy wasn't even here. They said he was off in Europe or something having a holiday.

So why are we all cramped in this hall to remember him?

I just didn't get that.

"This is such a waste of time." I whispered to Shanique, who was, luckily, sitting next to me.

"Totally. We should go back to class." She murmured back, barely moving her lips.

Man, I got to learn how to do that.

I looked around the room and my eyes settled on Mr Wright's.

He looked pretty good standing there with the other teachers. He was very good looking, no doubt about it. Hot. Stuff. But he's also an asshole. And that's a big no-no in my books.

Mr Wrights gaze seemed to refocus and he shot daggers at me before looking back to the front of the hall.

He was pretending to be really interested in the slideshow about the army guy living it up in Europe.

I think not.

I was sort of grateful in a way though. To this guy I mean. He was getting me out of detention after all. I decided he was a swell fellow and I should stop whining to myself.

So I focused back on the black and white pictures.

After a while that got really boring so I chanced a look at my maths teacher.

He was wearing this pair of pinstripe pants and a black button up shirt. It looked so...WOW on him.

If he wasn't such an asshole, I swear I'd be all over him by now.

I chuckled to myself and Shanique sent me a questioning look. I just shook my head at her and looked back at Mr Wright.

He had stuck on of his hands in his pant pockets in a real 'I watch black and white slideshows about boring people everyday' look which made me laugh again.

He has the most awesome job in the world.

NOT!

What he did next made me interested me further.

He looked around the room, to make sure nobody was looking I suppose, and then started talking to one of the teachers beside him.

I recognized the other teacher as Mr Salem. I had him in Freshman year for homeroom and Geography. Mr Salem was an awesome teacher who actually really tried to connect with his students. He loved teaching, that guy. He truly did.

More than I can say for that god damn Mr Wright.

A few seconds later Mr Wright turned around and looked straight in to my eyes. Like, straight away. Not one of those sweeping gazes teachers do, but as if he knew I was watching him or something.

Bitch.

I decided to annoy him and send him one of my winks which were as playful as hell.

This made him smirk.

Wait no, that's not supposed to happen.

His smirk turned in to a grin and he mouthed a single word to me.

Detention.

Shit.

It was like somebody had hit the emergency stop button in my playful mood machine and my angry mood machine was kicking in to pull it's weight.

My jaw tightened and I looked all the way over to the other side of the room. I tried to look as far away from him as I could. It wasn't possible to get him totally out of my vision, he was still in my peripheral, but I did my best and tried to focus on something else.

Boy, was I angry.

When I sneaked a peek at him a few minutes later I could almost smell the bitter sweet taste of victory seeping through his happiness.


I hate him.