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Voila more Ana [be sure to check the last story which is finally updated to understand this one]
Ana Harper; March 7
“What’s got you so grumpy today?” Matt asked me as I shoved the third year 7 out of my way in as many minutes.
“What?” I asked trying to be as bright as possible, “Nothing, why do you say that?” We were making our way out of math and to recess. Willow was off sick today so we were the only ones of our ‘group’ in the class and had been let out early because our teacher had a meeting to get to or something.
“Ana, I’m not stupid.” He said in this sort-of warning but not really except I didn’t know how to explain it voice, “I’m not unobservant either.”
“I didn’t say you were.” I huffed as I stopped at my locker and spun the lock angrily. To my surprise he leant against the locker next to mine to continue the conversation. Except he didn’t actually say anything so I felt I had to continue, “I just don’t know why you care.” I muttered as I deposited my books and laptop in my locker.
“Because I want to know why I’m getting my head bitten off.”
I slammed my locker and turned to glare at him, “You’re not getting your head bitten off. The other idiots in this school are.” I pointed at him as we began walking again, “And they totally deserve it.”
“It’s not healthy to be so angry.” He told me as we stopped at his locker.
“You’re not making me any calmer.” I practically growled through gritted teeth. He was actually making me angrier though I couldn’t tell you exactly why.
“Fine, fine, I’m sorry.” He said placatingly as he put his shit in his locker and pulled out his lunch, “I was just curious.”
“I’m not telling you to satisfy your curiosity.” I rolled my eyes though not with any real bite this time, “You really don’t want to hear me bitching anyway.”
He shut his locker and leant back against it, “Maybe I just want to know what my friends so upset about.” He stated with a cocked eyebrow, “Ever think of that.”
“No.” I told him honestly, the thought hadn’t even crossed my mind. I mean sure we were part of the same group of friends but I so rarely talked to Matt so I didn’t know why he cared.
“Well I do.” He sighed, rubbing his eyes before pushing off from the locker, “Do you want to talk about it?” He asked as we started walking towards the tree we all usually sat at for lunch.
“It’s stupid really.” I mumbled, playing with my fingers and looking away from him.
“So what.” He shrugged not denying it was stupid which was….honest I guess?
“I got a detention.” I sighed, staring at my feet resolutely. Saying it out loud sounded stupid and that wasn’t even it. Not really, I just didn’t think he cared enough for a whole explanation.
“So?” He asked.
“See I told you it was stupid.” I huffed, throwing myself down on the ground under the tree.
“No it’s just, a detention isn’t that bad in the grand scheme of things is it?” He asked kindly, sitting down opposite me.
“It’s my first ever detention.” I sighed, picking at the grass, “And my parents weren’t very happy to begin with and there was lots of yelling until I convinced them I didn’t even really the damn thing.” I said before realising he probably didn’t really care; was just being polite or curious or something.
“Why didn’t you deserve it?” He questioned. I just shrugged because seriously I didn’t want to bother him. “Ana I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want to know.” Matt sighed sensibly.
“You might.” I muttered.
“Well I’m not. I want to know, you need to get it off your chest so just talk.” He was matter of fact which was always refreshing. Like how Olivia dealt with me mostly.
“Fine.” I rolled my eyes, though looking up to meet his eyes for the first time since we’d sat down, “It’s just Mr. Oats is a terrible teacher.”
“We’ve all heard.” He said dryly. I shot him a glare for interrupting and he held his hands up in the universal gesture for surrender, “Sorry, sorry. Continue.”
“Well he was just being terrible to Ryan yesterday, and then Ryan swore so he gave him a detention,” I said, waiving my arms around, “A detention for swearing can you believe that?” I asked though not pausing for an answer, “So then Ryan stormed out, which okay fair enough is a reason for detention but it wasn’t the reason he even got the detention.” I paused, to see his reaction because I didn’t want to just talk at him.
“I see,” He nodded, “So then you threw a chair at Oats to defend Ryan’s honour and got a detention?” He guessed in jest.
“No stupid,” I rolled my eyes, trying to suppress my gig, “Oats left the classroom and I went to go find Ryan and came back and everything before the end of class, with Ryan in tow I might add, but my parents got an email that I fucking wagged class and I had detention. Seriously Luke was the only person in the classroom and no one else was there and just ugh I just fucking hate that guy.” I ranted, frustration really leaking into my voice.
“And you’re parents weren’t happy?” He asked softly, like I was a spooked animal or something.
I laughed bitterly, “Understatement of the year.” I sighed, remembering the argument that went for longer than an hour, no joke, “Mum didn’t stop yelling or insulting my character for like an hour. It was not fun.”
“But you got her to believe you right?”
“Eventually.” I nodded, leaning my head back against the tree trunk, “So now she wants the blood of Oats. Which is nice I suppose her being mad on my behalf and not at me for a change.” I paused before admitting in a small voice “Still the things she said were really hurtful and had nothing to do with getting a detention so I guess she just really meant them.”
“I don’t know anything about your family situation or anything.” He said awkwardly after a silence that was probably him carefully considering his words. “I take it you don’t get along with your mother.”
“That’s an understatement.” I nodded, fighting back stupid irrational tears that were welling in my eyes, “but it’s a story for another day.” I said, noticing Olivia and Keira approaching us.
“I’ll hold you to that.” He smiled at me. Which hopefully he didn’t mean because I was not ready to reveal how bonkers my family really was.
It was the end of the day and I was reluctantly making my way to detention when a solid form collided into my back “Ana!” Ryan cried, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“Hi there Ryan.” I smiled back at him, placing my hands over his and squeezing, “what’s up?”
“We’re off to detention remember.” He said, way to cheerfully for someone with detention, “We can be detention buddies together.”
“That’s a cheerful way to look at it.” I said dryly as he let me go, instead wrapping an arm around my waist.
“Well, what can you do when your teacher is a lunatic right.” He shrugged as I wrapped my arm around his waist in return and we headed to the detention room.
“That is the understatement of the year.” I shook my head, “If he gets worse we really should do something about him.”
“I know.” He nodded emphatically, “Luke agrees also, and we all know when Luke starts hating something, he hates it with a passion.”
“Luke hates almost everything.” I pointed out with a giggle.
“Exactly,” Ryan said proudly before the smile dropped off his face, “ Ana I’m sorry you got detention because of me.”
“Oh bullshit.” I waved my hand, “I got detention because Oats is a dick who has been looking for an reason to get me in trouble.” I said bluntly before lowering my voice conspiratorially, “It’s because he knows I’m smarter than him.”
“Of course.” Ryan nodded, solemnly, “Aren't you smarter than everyone, though?”
“It’s true.” I said as we arrived outside the dreaded detention room that I’d never actually seen the inside of before, “Which is why we’re going to get him back eventually.” I nodded to confirm it, “And get him back in a spectacular fashion.”