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Criminal

One

After a hectic weekend of shopping and party planning with Courtney I almost found it a blessing to be back in school. I walked up to my locker and entered my combination.

“Hey Laur!” the devil herself appeared in front of me. “You coming over tonight?”

I suppressed a sigh and stared into my locker, pretending I was still looking for my books. As much as I loved prepping for parties, I was getting a little sick of hearing about this particular one. It was like it had consumed every aspect of Courtney’s life. She was so dead set on topping last year’s it had become an obsession.

"Uh I don't know…I'll have to check with my mom," I replied in a low monotone. I shut my locker and started down the hallway without looking back to Courtney. She hurried after me and tapped my shoulder.

"What's wrong with you today?" she asked sounding slightly annoyed. God forbid I wasn't always in a good mood around Courtney.

"Nothing, I just want to get to class early for once," I said curtly, speeding up my pace a little. She narrowed her eyes at me unconvinced.

"Okay…we'll talk at lunch then…"

"Fine," I shrugged and continued walking on, leaving Courtney behind to be swallowed up by the crowding hallway.

***
"Lauren?" I could faintly hear my name being called. In my mind I had looked up to see who wanted my attention, but in reality my head was still flat on the desk and my eyes were sealed shut. "Lauren!" the voice sounded again in a sharper tone. I shot up (for real this time) and in a disoriented state looked to the front of the room where Mrs. Finnegan, my English teacher, stood looking pissed.

"Are you having a nice nap?" she scowled, folding her arms over her chest. A few kids snickered, but I rolled my eyes and ignored them. I was always picked on in this class. For one reason or another, Mrs. Finnegan had it out for me. I did well in her class though, which was probably what made her detest me even more.

"Uh no, just reading over my notes," I smiled innocently, holding up my notebook for her to see. She stood there for another moment, shooting me the iciest glare but said nothing. Then she turned back to the board and continued on with her lesson. I sank back in my chair and felt a pen cap poke my shoulder blade.

"Nice save," Marissa muttered. I whirled around and made a face at her. "Cute," she whispered snootily. Her dark chocolate tresses were done is soft, polished waves, neatly pushed back with a teal colored headband. Her makeup was done to perfection and her manicured nails looked as if they'd been freshly painted this morning. She was always so prim and put together in appearance. Marissa wasn't the type to be caught dead in a hoodie, sweats, and Uggs, that was for sure.

"Thanks," I muttered before turning back to face the board. I tried not to repeatedly slam my head into my desk as Mrs. Finnegan's nasally voice swam through my ears. When class finally ended, I dumped my things into my bag and stood up, slinging the strap over my shoulder. Marissa and I were just about to make it out when a throat cleared behind us.

"Lauren, I'd like a word with you," Mrs. Finnegan said.

"Meet you in the caf…" Marissa whispered and hurried out into the bustling hallway. I spun around slowly on my heel and made my way up to Mrs. Finnegan's desk. She sat down in her chair and folded her hands together before making eye contact with me. I waited silently for her to speak.

"I'm really getting tired of your attitude towards this class. You show me no respect as your teacher and now you're taking naps?" she began, her tone sounding disappointed. I continued to stand emotionless and unmoving.

Just let me leave now, please! The voice in my head begged, but she was unrelenting.

"I'm giving you a detention for this afternoon. I'm supervising it so don't try to weasel your way out."

"But—" I tried to object, but she held up her hand to silence me.

"I will see you after school in room 233."

***

"I know she's being ridiculous...it's not like I fall asleep every class…yeah good luck dealing with Court alone," I spoke into my phone, Marissa on the other end. School was over and everyone was rushing out to their buses and cars, eager to get home. I, on the other hand, was on my way to detention. When I reached room 233, I said goodbye to Marissa and returned my phone to my book bag. This is going to be a waste of 45 minutes.

When I walked into the room, I discovered that I was not serving this detention alone. Right in front of Mrs. Finnegan's desk sat Alex Gaskarth. His head was down and he appeared to be dozing off. "Alex, what did I tell you?" his head shot up at the sound of her shrill voice. "This is detention, not nap time. Sit up."

He readjusted in his seat and combed his fringe to the side, out of his face. For a moment Mrs. Finnegan didn't notice me and I briefly considered ditching, but quickly shook the thought from my mind.

"Lauren," she looked up, finally realizing that I was in the room. "Take a seat, please."

I followed her orders and took the seat furthest in the back, placing my bag down beside my feet. She kept her eyes on me for a few moments, as if the second she turned away I would grab my things and book it. I sighed inwardly and looked up at the clock above the whiteboard. Only 43 minutes to go.

Comments

Please update! I know it's been awhile but I'm dying to know what going to happen!!
ironi1234 ironi1234
1/4/13
Please update asap I am in love x
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11/3/12
oh my god this is perfecttt please update soon!
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11/2/12
@KayleeLAUREN thanks! I'll try to update soon :)
I love this story can't wait for more :)
KayleeLAUREN KayleeLAUREN
11/2/12