#Chapter43 Detention

"What time are you leaving after school?" I ask Tristan.

"Around five. Why?" He asks.

"Why so late?" I question curiously.

"Detention." I nod.

"Can I borrow your car?" I ask sweetly, batting my long eyelashes for extra effect.

"You can, but you may not." He refuses.

"Seriously? This isn't english class," I deadpan. "Please my chocolate sugar with nutella and Oreo cookies and extra mustard sauce?" I beg.

"You ruined it with the mustard sauce."

"Just give me the damn keys!" I shout too loudly for the whole class to hear.

"You have a problem Hailey?" Mr Thompson raises his eyebrow at me.

"No sir," I reply...