The bad boy saved me (Kayla and Carson) novel Chapter 3

　　Warning: Abusive content!

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　　At the end of the day, I was putting my books in my locker, when Jasmine walked up to me.

　　"Hey, ready to go?" She asks.

　　"I have detention, remember?" I reminded her as I closed my locker.

　　"Oh yeah. That sucks." She replied, pulling a sad face.

　　"You have no idea." I sighed.

　　"Okay then, I'll see you tomorrow." She said as she walked away.

　　"Tomorrow." I said, waving goodbye. I then walked in the direction of the detention room. I still couldn't believe that I got detention. I really hope this one small mark on my permanent record won't affect my chances of getting into medical school.

　　I reached the door that has 'Detention Room' written on it and pulled it open. I noted that only one person was in the room. A boy, who was busy tapping away on his phone. I entered and went to the desk to give my detention slip to the detention supervisor. I then turned around to walk to my seat and almost run into someone who had just entered the room behind me.

　　"Watch it!" The person growled out and I looked around to see Carson Knight.

　　Carson was the school's bad boy. He and his group of friends were always in some trouble. Let's just say he did not care for rules. I was not surprised to see him here. I looked around to see if his friends were also here, but it was only him. Normally, it was the four of them who got into trouble. After all, they were always creating havoc together.

　　Right now his hands were bandaged up and he had cuts and bruises on his face. He was probably in another fight. No surprise there.

　　"You should also look where you are going." I snapped.

　　He stopped in his tracks and turned to face me. "What did you just say to me?"

　　"You heard me." I said simply.

　　He scrutinized me for a few seconds, before he smirked. "You sure do have a lot of confidence, little nerd." He said.

　　I scoffed. "I'm not a nerd."

　　He lifted his eyebrows. "Whatever you say, nerd."

　　"Douche bag." I replied, crossing my arms.

　　"Enough!" The teacher at the desk in front of us snapped. "Please take a seat. Both of you." He said, pointing his finger in front of him. He looked weary and his eyes were bloodshot.

　　I gave Carson one last glare, before I walked away and took a seat at the back, near the window. Carson sat on the other side of the classroom. I looked at the front and saw that the teacher had his head on the desk. He was probably sleeping, so I took out my earphones, plugged it into my phone and began to listen to some music. Maybe if I didn't pay attention to the time, it would run off quickly.