Five

I push open the door to the detention room walking in. I look round the room to see 10 more students.

"Nice of you to join us, lucy. Another five minutes and you'd have come back tomorrow" Mr Clark says looking up from his book. I glance at the clock, I'm just 30 mins late! So?? What's the big deal about it. 

I groan and head to a seat by the window and drop my bag loudly on the desk.

"Ah ah ah, no noise in here lucy," he hisses. Cue eye rolling. I bring out my phone, with my legs crossed on the desk and start playing criminal case. The next thing I knew my phone was snatched from my grasp.

"Hey!" I yell. I tilt my head to see Mr Clark, my phone in hand looking at me in annoyance. What's his problem now?? Ugghhh!!!

"Can I have my phone back?"I say in a bored tone palms outstretched.

"You can have it when detention is over," he says walking back to his desk at the front.

"Seriously?? You're taking my phone just because I'm using it during detention." I say annoyed.

"Yes lucy, I'm taking it because you used it during detention." He says opening the top drawer and putting it in. I growl.. my hands turn into fists and I hold them tightly.

"Now, if you're not going to stay quiet and brush up on your subjects like maths, I suggest you sit quietly till detention is over." He says going back to the book he was reading.

I scoff, "yeah right! What's the point when the fucking teacher can't even do his fucking job and teach" I sneer.

"Lucy, you better watch your tone, because whatever you say next can and will give you another detention," he snaps.

I smirk but shut up. As happy as I am pissing him off...I don't need another detention for now. So I hum my favorite tune 'nothing on you' by Ed Sheeran' and tap a beat on the desk.

"Hey, are you going to the party??" someone whispers behind me.

"Duhhh! of course I am," another person whispers.

"Whose party are you guys talking about?" Someone else asks. I hear the other two gasps and I turn slightly listening to them.

"Tell me you're kidding" voice one says.

"Natashas party girlll!! Don't tell me you forgot. I like literally sent you an email about it" voice two says.

"That and the entire fucking school is talking about it" voice one pitches in.

"Yeah but why are you so psyched about it" voice three says confused and the other two groan.

"Omg Shirley!!" Voice one exclaims exasperated.

"We are so psyched because Cole is gonna be there. Are you even on social media?" She snarls.

"Jeez!! No need to be rude or anything. It was just a question" Shirley says rolling her eyes ending the conversation and the other two continue whispering among each other.

Oohh Natashas throwing a party and didn't invite me..well looks like I've know where I'm headed this night..to crash that party. I smirk.

*****

After detention and getting my phone from Mr Clark, I text Tamara asking if she's free for the night and that we're going to a party. She replied cool and sent me her address telling me to come pic her when I'm ready. 

I hop on my bike and ride home.

When I moved to Tennessee, I found an apartment with some of the money mum had given me. It's not too flashy but it's comfortable too. It's a two bedroom apartment. As I reach my home I get off my bike, unlock the door and enter inside.

I head towards the kitchen to the fridge and take a Gatorade, popping the cap with my teeth I gulp a large amount with my head tilted back. Taking the Gatorade with me I head towards my room looking for a good enough outfit for the party. I settle on a black and red checked shirt with a black skinny Jean. After laying them on my bed, I head into the bathroom to take a shower. About 10 mins later I'm out and I change.

Once changed I apply make-up, grab my purse with my phone texting Tamara and leaving locking the door. On reaching Tamara's address I survey the environment. It looks like a dump with a lot of houses with either broken windows, doorless or both almost fallen apart. How can anyone stay here?

I text her letting her now I'm here. Few minutes later she's out. She's wearing a black Jean with a whit crop top and a black jacket. 

We both smile at each other but her smile changes when she sees the bike.

"You're fucking kidding right?" she asks looking from me to the bike and back to me.

"No, I'm not" I say smirking. Who knew she'd be scared. "Hope you're not scared, cos that will be really sad you know. I mean after standing up to Natasha you get to be scared of a motorbike...tsk..tsk" I say tsking.

"What! Noo! I'm not scared just..." She says pausing still eyeing the bike.

"Great, get on" I say getting on handing her a helmet. She takes it looking skeptical but then gets on and I start it.

"If I die...just know I'm coming for you" she says holding me.

I roll my eyes at that, "Hold on tight!" I say reerving and speeding off