10. Detention by choice

"You were at my house?" I questioned, standing up from the floor, with a brush in my hand.

Thomas took his time to answer, slowly walking towards me with a grin. I could admire how his face lit up when he was smiling so charmingly, if I wasn't so surprised and annoyed. He stopped in such distance from me, that if I just reached out my hand, I could bury my fingers in his blonde hair.

"I had to find you and talk with you." He explained, staring in my eyes for the reaction of his words.

"No, you didn't," I said and turned around to avoid his eyes… or hide mine.

"Yes, I had to! You disappeared last night. I thought that you would like the song I was singing to you." His confident voice spoke behind my back, but I just dipped my brush in the brown paint and continued my work on the wall. "Alice, did I offend you somehow?"

I thought that I heard the surprise in his last words, and I couldn't help but turn back to check his face. He was standing awkwardly, his hands in the pockets of his tig