Detention - ArSh FF - Part 5 Page 9

Detention

For: Subi

The withholding of what belongs to or is claimed by another - Dictionary.com

Today is September the 23rd. Just an ordinary normal day with nothing special in store. Or at least that's what I had thought up until the moment our substitute entered the room.

It was five minutes to one in the afternoon. The first lunch bell had just ringed signaling the end of lunch period to all the students. There was an allotment of five minutes for the students to get to class before the second bell rang which indicated the start of the afternoon classes. I was sitting down on top of a wooden desk with my legs stretched out on the blue plastic chairs. Every student in the classroom were nonchalant and were talking loudly as if they were in a party and had to speak over the loud booming music. Except for the occasional one or two studious teenagers, everyone else had left their books in their bags and didn't bother taking them out although it was almost time for class to start. The students for English class 101 had predicted that their teacher Mr. James Carson was going to be absent due to his wife's delivery. He had been so ecstatic before the summer holidays and it had seemed like his happiness had tripled if not doubled, since the first day of university. His behavior had changed as he had looked like the doctor would have entered straight through the metal doors and hand him his heir right then and there.

"Hey," I came out of my observations as I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Come on." It was my friend Atul Joshi beckoning me to come outside along with my other friends. I pondered over taking my bag along with me but then decided not to. I entered through the corridor that was slowly going empty as the minutes passed by. We headed over to the second level of the building where the class, Physics 101 was located. I knew as to why Atul had wanted to come here. He hadn't got the chance to see his girlfriend, Anjali Sharma this morning. It was just so lame! I mean I've heard of girls being the clingy ones in a relationship; but in this case it was the reverse.

"Atul, what's the point? It's not like you can just go in there and talk to her." I said to him, hoping that he would understand my hint to leave.

"I want to see here. I haven't seen my beautiful baby's face all day." Atul whined pressing his nose up against the glass window on the door.

Anjali glanced up towards the window for a brief second from making her notes and gave a smile to Atul. Ecstatic, Atul started waving his hands furiously making Anjali give a chuckle. The professor, Mr. Barnes had noticed this and looked out the window.

He addressed to the classroom, "Now let's see what happens when I plug this red wire to this blue wire." Mr. Barnes said holding up the two different colored wires. "Any volunteers?" He asked the classroom.

Although many hands had shot up, Mr. Barnes chose to ignore them all and address to the hand that was giving a flying kiss to Anjali. "How about you young man?" He asked looking outside. Anjali was shocked at being caught and tried to warn Atul to leave but he was unable to understand her hand motions through the soundproof window. It was when Mr. Barnes opened the door and was looking straight at him that he understood what Anjali was trying to warn him. "So, how about it?" Mr. Barnes raised his eyebrows and smiled at him. He took Atul by his arm inside the room while Atul mouthed the words 'Help me' to his friends.

I shook my head at my friend's idiocy. I was just glad that I didn't get into trouble. I have a long record of bad behavior on my record anyways. There is just no reason to add one more. As the rest of us and I started heading back to my class, I started thinking about how I was going to improve my grades this year and prove to everyone that I am not really bad. It's just that certain circumstances made me seem like one. We stopped at Ajay's locker and waited for him to get his binder when we heard the clicks of a heel echoing in the corridor. I turned around to see what pretty up-stuck girl this noise is coming from when I saw someone that I hadn't expected. Instead of seeing a girl in her twenties, wearing so much makeup that she looks like a porcelain doll and wearing half revealing clothes, I saw a gorgeous woman wearing hardly any makeup and dressed in a black knee-length skirt, and a beige silk half sleeve top. She had a black beaded necklace on and thick framed black glasses. I don't know what it was about her that stirred something inside of me. For some strange reason, I felt like committing an action that in normal circumstances I never would have even thought of doing.

Unconsciously, just as she walked past me, my hand tapped her rear and the words "Hey beautiful." Came out of my smirking mouth. The gorgeous woman stopped in her tracks and I noticed how her body became stiff. When she turned around, and I gazed into those dark, beautiful big eyes, I knew that I was in trouble. But for some reason I was looking forward for the excitement that this trouble was going to bring.

Yayy im first! LOL i have this weird thing of bring first😆

RES!