EUPHORIC | t.s.h

part twelve

"I'm not your typical damsel in distress, I could've taken him on even without you."

The confidence in her voice made his eyebrows shoot up, but that damned smile never left his face.

"I doubt that." He said, his voice in a low whisper and his eyes glanced to her lips.

"Oh really?" She said with a sinister smirk on her face. She knew his weakness, she could see the sexual attraction in his eyes, the type she refrained from showing.

She put her hand on his shoulder and leaned in, her smirk only growing.

Y/n raised her knee and kicked Tom straight in the nuts making him bend down in pain. He sweared as Y/n took a step back and walked away from him.

Before going out of sight she looked back at him only to see him leaning against a wall still groaning in pain.

"See you in detention Holland."

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The day had been going by slowly for Y/n. She nearly had had three of her classes that day, yet she found herself fixing her locker in a free period.

The hall was empty and still. The lights had been dimmed and it looked almost abandoned. Lockers stood stationary, there was no movement, no sound.

The air was neither cold, neither warm, just soft. Y/n picked out her literature novel from the side of her locker and closed it. Though no one was there, she felt cautious to not make a sound.

She sat down on the floor, leaning onto her dim blue locker. The surface of cold tin ran through her back as she opened her book.

She sat on the cold tiles, next to her locker that was bunched into a line of many others. To her left was a turn that led down to another hall while her right ran along a long flooring with classrooms on each side.

It had only been a while since she had read the first two words till Y/n heard slow, suspicious steps coming from her side. She turned her head as the steps became louder, it sounded as if the person was carefully lifting their feet trying their hardest to not be heard.

Y/n felt a slight lift in her stomach when she saw who it really was.

Passing through the halls was none other than Zee in unzipped black jeans and a blouse which had none of its buttons correctly matched. The pink blouse was completely see through and you could see her bra that was definitely out of place.

She froze in her tracks and her eye brows shot up. Her hair was flying in all directions while she had her two heels in her hand. She had marks on her skin and they were more vibrant than her popping red lipstick, which she was now smudged all over her lips.

But before Y/n had any time to react the school's P.E teacher and Volleyball Coach Mr. Sebastian Stan followed behind her. He looked at Y/n and widened his eyes but he quickly ran from the scene after a long awkward glance between the two ladies.

From the two seconds of horror he was here, Y/n saw that his hair was also ruffled, red lipstick marks all over his skin and his sports attire almost falling off from his body.

Y/n quickly looked down as he ran away and expected Zee to ignore whatever had just happened. She kept staring at the same word, urging herself to read ahead but she couldn't.

From the side of her eye Y/n could see Zee still standing there and putting on her heels. She fixed her clothes and tied her hair while Y/n tried her hardest not to see exactly what she was doing.

Zee walked up to Y/n, her heels ticking on the slippery floor and stood next to her. Y/n looked up thinking that maybe she wanted to say something to her.

"Hey, do you have contour by any chance?" She said with a warm smile. Damn, and Y/n thought she was going to be a bitch.

"Yeah sure." She said smiling back at her, her view on the other girl taking a 360° turn from what she had thought before.

Y/n got up, opened her locker and handed her the contour she was asking for.

"Thanks." She said taking it and her smile only got bigger.

"Better cover these up I guess." She said with a shaky laugh pointing at the hickeys on her neck.

Y/n gave out a chuckle herself and said, "Probably should" with a smile.

"Also, can you not- tell anyone?" She asked raising her eyebrow and running her finger over the contour case she had in her hand.

"That's okay, I won't."

"Thanks again."

And with that the two exchanged smiles and Zee walked to the girls bathroom to cover up.

She was nice.

Like Tom.

No.

Y/n wasn't supposed to get involved with them.

She couldn't be too close.

She had to stick to her own group, like everyone else.

She had to stay away.

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"I'll be in Theatre Club after school okay, so I can take you home after detention." May said stuffing potato chips down her throat.

"Sounds good." Y/n answered as they reached their lockers.

"Oki I'm heading off, have fun in detention with my brother bae." May said, putting her chips inside her bag and heading to another direction.

"Oh and also, try not to fuck him again." She concluded and smiled.

When she was out of sight within the halls of Kingston High, Y/n looked down at the floor and sighed.

She had to go to detention.

Y/n began walking down the halls, staring at the glossy floor and at last she was there.

She stood nervously in front of the classroom door, staring down at the silver knob. The embarrassment of getting detention for the first time began to make its way to her

She was a good student. She had never been in a single detention. Yet here she was. All because of one stupid mistake. A boy.

She would have never gotten a detention if Tom wasn't involved, but here she was.

She took a deep breath and opened the door.

It was an empty classroom with the teacher sitting at his desk.

And there on the front seat.

Was Tom.