8 -On Purpose

Nicole's POV;

I get home feeling down and exhausted. It was a long day in school today, at least I was allowed to go to class a few minutes after break time.

I get down from the Uber I ordered home. I waited an hour for my mom, but she didn't show. After my dad got here, things toppled downhill. Everything seems wrong, and dark clouds are above us again.

I look up and find him sitting on our porch. I walk up to the front d

or,

"Good afternoon, sir. "I greet him without making eye contact. I make to enter the house without waiting to hear his reply, but just as I open the door, his words stop me.

"Won't you sit awhile with me? "He questions and I look up at him. In spite. Memories of things he did to my mother, and the type of father he was and is, flood my memory, and I walk into the house with no words, after digging daggers into him with my eyes.

For one, I've had a stressful day. Second, my life was quite okay without him in it. He just slipped right back into it, and he shouldn't try to act like that's okay!

I shut the door behind me, and match up to my room. My mom isn't at home, and she didn't come to pick me up either. What's going on? Mom isn't the forgetful type. You'd know that by the way she constantly breaks down the money we spend and how we do it.

I walk into my room and shut the door behind me. I'm not ready for any drama today. I walk into my bathroom and take a nice, cool shower. To wash all the public toilet germs off me.

My mind runs back to Mason, and I slap my palm on the wall in annoyance. That donkey! I'd get him. I will. One way, or another. I was made to wash a public toilet because of him! And that headmaster is a big for nothing, narrow-minded adult.

Why didn't he just check the dang phone!

I roll my eyes, and deep my face into the bowl of water in my hands, as I do not want to think about it. I'm resuming it tomorrow, so I should at least enjoy the time I'm not spending in the school's toilets.

I let the cool water run from my head to toes, and I sigh in satisfaction. The advantage of wearing a low cut is, you get to pour water on yourself as much as you like, and that too without worrying about your hair.

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it's another day in Royal Prep, and I'm on toilet duty again. It's almost broken, and I'm standing before the gigantic staff toilet. How is it that I'm the only student on detention, who's on toilet duty? It's just as unfair as it makes no sense.

I can't clean the whole place up alone! Or at all. It feels like my guts are about to crawl out of my mouth. I didn't dare have breakfast this morning. Memories of the stupid toilets didn't let me eat.

The bright sun is caressing the back of my neck, and I'm standing still in front of the massive staff toilet.

I'm pulled out of my head by the sound of something behind dropped beside me. I look at what was dropped, and I find a mop bucket. I look up, and my heart freezes for a second, before my brows crease.

Mason! What's he doing here?

I glare at him, and he looks at me with an indifferent face, before proceeding into the staff toilet, with the mop stick, and mop bucket. He's also in the detention jacket, but he has him on, by only one hand. The other half of the jacket is left to dangle behind him.

So, he's too big to wear a simple detention jacket! I roll my eyes in irritation before entering into the toilet after him.

I get to work without saying a word to him or acknowledging his presence, while he mops the floor like a mindless zombie. Not squeezing the mop, nor cleaning anything.

"You're making a mess! "I note in annoyance. If I don't get this place cleaned up in a few minutes, I'd have to spend about forty more in here!

I don't know how he got in detention, but he can't just come here, and frustrate my efforts!

He looks up at me, dips the mop in the soapy water, pulls it back out, and begins to run it over the floor without squeezing it. Creating a soapy mess. All this while, he doesn't take his eyes off me, and he's wearing that his usual, annoying expression.

"What's wrong with you!? You're making a mess! "I scream and he stops moping. Still looking at me.

"Really? "He questions and I glare at him.

"How about now? "He questions, before kicking the mop bucket, and causing its content to spill onto the floor and on my shoes and socks. I gasp in annoyance.

"Oh, would you look at that? A mess. "he says staring at my wet shoes, with a neutral expression and tone.

He walks past me, and I grunt in annoyance. I won't touch him. I won't give him the reaction he expects. I take off my shoes, spread them out. grab the mop stick, clean the mess up, and continue cleaning the rest of the restroom.

While Mason just sits or stands idle at a corner. How funny. He got me in here and now he's in the same shoes as me. However, it's annoying the fact that I have to serve the punishment meant for both of us, alone.

Soon, the bell signaling the beginning of another class is rung, and a cleaner comes in, checks the place, and releases Mason and me. As per the stupid headmaster's orders.

I get back to class. Glad to able to breathe fresh and not toilet contaminated air.

"You won't believe what happened! "Johan whispers to me, and I look up at her in confusion.

"What? "I question.

"Mason. "She replies and my left eye twitches.

"I don't want to hear anything about that goat! "I reply in a harsh whisper.

" Well, you have to. He got into detention with you on purpose. "She replies, and a cord in my head snaps.

" Huh? "