Novel & Cerita Igot Detention Icarly

"Why does all the cool shit always happen to you? It's so not fair. First, you get a date by running Aiden over with your car, and now this?" "Yeah. I guess I will attend detention proudly." I head down the hallway to detention. Leslie pushes me down. I don't look at her. I don't talk to her. Instead, I pretend I tripped. It's better to ignore the bully instead of giving them the negative attention they so crave. All the detention boys are my guy friends. Marco Garcia is here. He gives me gum. We have a thumb war the entire detention. "Hey Ash, so you and Aiden are dating?" Marco asks.

He was going to have sex with me and record it to send to Nikolai. I suddenly didn't want to live anymore, I wanted to die. I wanted to die. Ignacio stepped out of the bathroom, shirtless and freshly showered. He also had tattoos all over his body but his tattoos were mostly of snakes. They look horrible and scary just like him. A devilish smirk pulled on his lips. "Not bad. You can leave us, Xiomara" Xiomara nodded and walked out of the room. I flinched as I heard the clicking of the lock.

I have no idea what happens there but I’m planning to tell whoever is in charge of my situation because I can’t suffer in silence for something I didn’t do. I kept my books in my locker and checked my phone only to see a message from Aaron asking me where I was. Aaron and I were supposed to meet up today but now that I have detention, we just have to postpone it. I texted him back telling him I have detention and we’ll have to meet either after my detention or tomorrow morning. After texting him, I didn’t wait for a response and I simply closed my locker and headed straight to detention room. Walking into the room, I saw a bunch of students and Jessi, her legs crossed on the table, her gaze

She gave me a look I couldn’t quite read, and I stepped out, closing the door behind me. The whole weird frenemy thing we had going on? Honestly, it was kind of amusing. I glanced at the hallway clock. Twenty minutes before I’d officially be late. I already had detention hanging over my head, no way I was adding more trouble to my name. Time to move. I was walking through the hallway when I spotted Isaac, Aiden, and Jax huddled together near the lockers. They went quiet the moment they saw me, but I didn’t slow down. I kept my head high and walked right past them without saying a word. I was still furious about what happened yesterday.

When I got tired of looking out, I walked out through the doorway. I still had detention and I needed to get it over with. I walked into detention but found nobody. I got a little confused and wondered why nobody was seated in there or probably dressing up to work. I stormed out and ran into someone. "Dear lord," I said in an undertone when we hit each other. I raised my head and it was Xavier. "Detention ended already." I scowled at him and picked up my backpack from the floor. I wasn't going to listen to Xavier, he could be possibly playing another prank on me.

"Stacey's a slut." "It's like you two are made for each other then," I said before quickly covering my mouth. Okay, that was definitely the wrong thing to say. I quickly changed the subject before he could process anything I just said, "So, how did you make it all day without the cops picking you up? I mean you reek of booze." His friends all chuckled. "Carter here is a big boy. He knows how to convince the big lady here to just keep him in detention for the day," his friend, Zach, said.

That must be the guard here in the hallway. I immediately fled to my room and locked the door. Okay, now I'm confused. Does Dimitri have another wife?

The warden, a lanky guy named Victor, stirred, his chair scraping as he stood, his boots thudding toward the ringing phone, his post empty. I moved, my lockpick slipping into the door’s mechanism, the pins clicking, the handle turning. The door creaked open, the hallway dim, the air stale with disinfectant. I slipped inside, my boots silent, my hoodie’s shadow blending with the walls. The detention block was a maze of concrete and steel, its cameras frozen, my loop holding for twenty minutes—enough time, if I was fast.

When the maggots crawled off the body and onto my hand, I thought that was the end of me. I'd been out of my mind with terror, clawing at the wall — left the same white marks I had on my fingertips now. "Damien, let me walk on my own. If I bleed more, I might die." "Quiet. Stop acting pitiful." Kane lifted me up. His fingers brushed the back of my neck — And it hit, both of us at once. That sharp, instant pull. The bond. Then it cut off. Kane shivered, just slightly. His face tightened. Confused. But he let it pass.

The head official in charge of the detention speaks up, and I look up at him to see his annoying fat self seated on a chair at the very front of the classroom. “Nothing that concerns you,” I reply flatly and divert my focus towards the piece of paper in front of me. “What did you just say?” “Nothing. I said nothing, okay? Please, I need to focus.” “Your detention is going to last for three days because of this, and I don’t care whatever the principal said.” What the fuck… Is he crazy? I lift my head to look at him as he smirks at me. “Now are you ready to talk?”