Igot Detention Icarly Novels & Stories

Still laughing he shows me a thumbs up. Rolling my eyes at the asshole I show him the finger on both hands. Smiling making his smile drop as he glares at me making my smile widen. "Ms Carter and Mr Smith you are both recieving a ten minute detention in my class after school. Stop with this childish back and fourth and complete your work please!" She says making my smile drop immediately as I quickly put my hands in my lap. No. I was hoping to catch Lexi or Roxy and ask for a ride. I forgot to tell them about my crazy morning with the devil and my stupid car and now I'm going to be stranded again.

Mr Garcia said angrily before exiting the room without another word to anyone. "Daddy, it's not what you think," Ivy called after her father but he ignored her shutting the door behind him after exiting the office angry. Derrick gave the pen drive to the officer and left the office with Marcus. Ivy went silent after receiving the shocking slap from his father and getting left behind. She realised her father was not going to do anything about her arrest following the video Derrick showed him. She watched with tears in her eyes as her father exited angrily but as soon as she turned her gaze to Derrick while the officer cuffed her hand, she smiled with no sign of regret. Derrick continues to e

He had tied their souls together with a piece of paper that Rafferty couldn't burn without burning himself. The phone on the floor began to vibrate. No caller ID. Rafferty picked it up. He didn't say anything. "Do you like the view, Raffy?" The voice was thin. Bubbling with a wet, manic joy. Ignatius. Calling from a secure facility. Calling from his cell. "The certificate is a fake, Ignatius. I'll have it annulled by morning."

I find a way to pick up the broken pieces of my phone on the ground; thanks to Muna, I might not be able to use a phone until my birthday, which is three weeks from now; Candy assisted me; we were both trying to pick up everything Muna scattered, after we were called to the detention classroom; it would seem Mr. Daniel saw everything, or maybe someone reported everything that happened to him; that is why he had detention given to the daughter of whose mother he is dating.

’ All of a sudden, the door of Lucas’ office was shoved open. Then, two security guards walked into the office. Lucas was startled. “W-What are you doing here?” “Lucas Carter, you’re to be detained for your involvement in criminal activities. You’re coming with us!” Lucas was shocked instantly. “That’s impossible! You’re making it all up!” “We shall discuss further when the investigation is over.” One of the people stepped forward. Lucas wanted to make a call, but he was restrained. “I’m the son of City Hospital’s director. You can’t just detain me without proper reasons! I want to talk to my father!”

The universe owed me one miracle, right? Wrong. "Morrison." Marcus's voice. "We need to talk." "No we don't." I adjusted my backpack—everything I owned from my locker shoved into a bag that was barely holding together. "Move." Tyler stepped in front of me. Six-foot-two of pure mediocre genetics and protein shakes. "You got us detention for three weeks. THREE WEEKS. My dad is pissed." "Then maybe you shouldn't have shoved that freshman into a locker hard enough to give him a concussion." I tried to step around him. Brad blocked me from the other side.

They fixed instantly on mine. “Good morning, Killian,” he said, his voice a low, comforting rasp. He tightened his arm around me, pulling me closer. “You look like you just woke up from a century of bad dreams.” “Something like that,” I agreed, leaning into the contact. “I keep waiting for the alarm to ring. The one that means I have to put on the uniform and go back to the office I don’t own.” “The alarm is silenced,” Igor assured me, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “That office is closed. That uniform is burning in a discreet landfill somewhere. You are not going back.”

I wanted to throw my pen at his head. I had never been in detention before. Not once. I was the quiet one, the rule-follower, the girl who teachers liked because she didn’t cause trouble. And now—because of him, the arrogant, stupidly handsome hockey captain who thought the world revolved around him—I was stuck in detention. On a Friday. The rest of the class dragged on forever. Every tick of the clock felt louder than the teacher’s voice. My notebook stayed blank, my thoughts spinning around one annoying, impossible truth:

He just watched me, like he could see through the bullshit, but wasn’t ready to call me on it. Finally, he said, “The inmates who sparked the fight were detained. Ice Cell. Seven days. That’ll buy you a little breathing room.” I smirked faintly, though it tugged at the stitches in my side. “Detained? That’s a pretty word for frozen alive in a box.” “Call it what you want,” Tommy replied evenly. “It keeps them from finishing the job.” For a second, the room was quiet. Just the beep of some monitor tracking my vitals, the scratch of Anaba’s pen against her clipboard. My body ached like hell, but my mind? My mind was a firestorm of rage and restlessness.

Eira pulled her friend along, while Amethysta kept glancing back intermittently, unable to shake the unsettling feeling. Near an abandoned factory, a sleek Lamborghini was parked. Inside, the two brothers, Icarus and Isaias, discovered a man who had been badly beaten and was barely conscious, along with their uncle Jonathan. Icarus took a seat. "How's it going, Uncle? I trust you appreciate our gracious welcome." Icarus greeted their uncle with sarcasm. Jonathan, groggily looking at Icarus and Isaias, who radiated an air of authority. "Icarus, Isaias... why... why have you abducted me? What have I done to deserve this?" His words stuttered.