Detention Blues || Marstonov
Luca shoved open the door to the classroom, his battered army green backpack resting on one trench coat covered shoulder as he walked into the room with a purpose. He nodded at a few students he knew as he strode towards a wooden seat in the back of the classroom. As often as the blonde teenager spent afternoons and weekends in detention, the chair practically had his name on it. Maybe it should have his name on it. He dropped his bag and flopped down into the seat, immediately leaning back to take in the room.
Zagan. Dorian. A few kids from Chemistry class. Many students whose names he didn’t know and didn’t care. His eyes took in every single one before coming to rest on a new addition to the motley crew. The kid looked familiar and the letterman jacket on the back of his seat told Luca everything he needed to know. A jock. Probably a fucking asshole. But something about him made Luca attentive, interested, confused. Probably just the fact that there were never jocks in here. God forbid the popular crowd ever have to be punished.
Mr. Richardson sat in the front of the class speaking while Luca closed his eyes and considered the number of hours until he could get outside for a smoke. He’d heard the spiel a thousand times and wasn’t about to pay any attention to it this time. Don’t leave the room. Don’t talk to anyone else. Do your homework. All three rules that Luca had every intention to break as soon as possible. His eyes flit back around the room, resting on the jock from earlier. Luca shook his head and turned away, reaching into his backpack for his iPod. He pulled the headphones out and shoved them into his ears, grabbing a notebook next. As Mr. Richardson went back to grading papers, Luca flipped a pocket knife out of his boot and went to work, carving his name into the desk, using the notebooks as cover.
He knew it wouldn’t be long before the teacher stepped outside. He hated it in the room almost as much as most of the students did. Then the fun could start. And maybe he could manage to smoke a cigarette before he came back. Luca said nothing and continued making headway on the wooden desk, an L making an appearance. He looked up every now and then to see if anyone was paying attention to him, feigning disinterest if the answer was yes.
Except this time there were blue eyes on his own and a look he couldn’t quite unravel. He raised an eyebrow at the jock, waiting for a response of some sort, before turning back to this work. Alkaline Trio played in his ears as he waited for Mr. Richardson to fucking leave. He was already sick of this shit. But it didn’t stop him from looking up again to see if the eyes were still waiting for his.
Detention.
He never got detention.
Valor Marsden had never served detention in all of his educational career, and yet here he was. Sitting in a desk in a familiar classroom, surrounded mostly by strangers. A few familiar faces but the name was a blank when blue eyes landed on them.
He was frustrated. He knew the teacher was just out to get him and that’s why he got detention but it was a ‘his word against mine’ kind of situation that left Valor helpless. People always took the Teacher’s side when it came to these things.
He sighed, tapping his pen in a rapid motion on the desk and staring out the window with a blank expression on his face.
When the door was slammed open Valor’s attention went toward the door, eyes lighting across one of the most notorious rebels in all of Westridge High. His name escaped Valor, but he remembered his face.
Who could forget a face like that? Valor turned his attention away, trying to shake off the unfamiliar feeling rising in the pit of his stomach at the sight of the rebellious male. Instead, his eyes fell forward to Mr. Richardson, listening to his quiet droll as he listed off his rules.
He pulled out his notebook and English book, planning on doing all the extra credit and homework owed for the next two days in order to get the teacher off his ass for at least a few days so he wouldn’t land right back where he was but a noise caught his attention.
The boy he had been watching was doing something at his desk, something quiet, unnoticeable, but had attracted Valor’s attention. He watched him with interest, and when he had glanced up from the desk to lock eyes with Valor he damn near felt his heart stop.
Valor always had a weakness for men with pretty eyes.
He had to snap himself out of it when he noticed the other raise his eyebrow and simply shrugged his shoulder in a nonchalant way before both went about their business. Valor attempting homework and the other doing whatever he was to his desk.
“Alright all of you, stay quiet. I’m going to be back in ten minutes and if I hear any type of noise I’ll make sure you get another week’s worth of detention.” came the threat from Mr. Richardson as he got up and left the room with his shoes squeaking every step of the way. The moment the door was closed everyone was up and moving about, muffled chatter racing around the room.
Valor looked around as everyone began to mingle, and turned his attention toward the male he had been watching. He opened his mouth to speak, say something to him. Anything.
When two others had made their move and began to converse with him instead, cutting off Valor’s opportunity to strike a conversation.
He let out a quiet sigh and turned back to his books, continuing on with his homework and ignoring the noise around him when suddenly his English book was swiped from him.
His head shot up and looked at the person who now held his textbook in their hands. “Hey, can I get that back? I’m actually trying to do some work.” He spoke calmly, leaning back in his seat as the other held his book out of his reach.
“I’m assuming you’re either done with your work or haven’t turned in any type of homework since the school year started, am I right?” he asked with a tilt of his head and a crooked grin flashing upon his face.
