It was no surprise that Britney was stuck in detention once again. It was a Thursday afternoon with beautiful weather that she wished she could be enjoying but instead she was sitting at a desk in the empty classroom as the clock slowly ticked away. She was no stranger to this kind of thing. Just last week she got detention for flying a paper airplane in class which 'accidentally' hit the back of her history teachers head, and the week before that she got in trouble for handing in an assignment a few days late. She was used to it, and while she hated attending detention, she felt school was just one of those things you can't take too seriously, and that was never an issue for her.
Britney wasn't the greatest student but she wasn't the worse. She never got expelled or anything like that, but numerous teachers and the principal always had to tell her to knock it off, and when she didn't (which is the usual), it would result in detention. There were definitely much worse students than her who had gotten suspended and expelled over the years, but teachers just got used to Britney's personality and knew she was otherwise harmless and just a little shit instead. She was rather smart, mostly in math and sciences, but could care less for the other subjects.
Britney was 18 and had a darker persona, both inside and outside. Her makeup was heavy with dark eyeshadows, eyelashes thick with multiple coats of mascara, dark blue lipstick that outlined her pursed lips, a choppy hairstyle that went beyond her shoulders with shades of blue mixed throughout her blonde strands of hair. She was close to 6 feet tall, and had a rather scraggly body shape; one of those girls who could eat whatever they wanted without working out and not gain an ounce. In terms of her school uniform, she always preferred the kilt over the pants, and liked to wear her blouse with a few buttons undone to show off her chest tattoo.
'Oh fuck, I just hope it's not Mr. Davis again, or Barnes. Fuck,' Britney whispered to herself, grabbing a fistful of her long hair, ramming her elbows into the desk. Suddenly someone walked into the room, capturing Britney's attention as she looked up with curiosity. To her surprise, Miss. Allen walked into the room, taking in Britney's presence as she started for the front desk. Britney turned in her seat as Miss. Allen quickly gathered her notes and papers.
'Britney Rogers? Looks like it's just you today,' Miss. Allen said, checking off the attendance list. Not to mention, Britney was pansexual and had dated both men and girls in her past. From a young age, she found herself being attracted to a person for who they truly were internally, regardless of their gender. But Miss. Allen was a teacher she definitely thought was attractive. Countless students talked about Miss. Allen and how attractive she was, there was no denying it. She was simply pretty; had nice curly brown hair, always wearing a natural look in terms of makeup, dressed sharply, wore ruby red lipstick all the time and gave her already taller height a few extra inches with high heels. Her chest was relatively larger with a tiny waist and a broad bottom. It wasn't unheard of for male students to talk about wanting to bang the teacher, with many of them agreeing upon each other that sex with her would be amazing. Of course, Britney knew all about this talk and was surprised she had detention with her. She's never had detention with her.
'Yeah- it looks that way,' Britney said, letting out a deep breath. Miss. Allen went to the door and closed it slightly before she went back to the front desk and took a seat, getting herself comfortable. Immediately, she put herself to work with putting assignments together and marking tests.
'Feel free to do anything you feel is productive. You do have an hour,' Miss. Allen suggested, looking back to her papers. Britney clumsily reached for a textbook in her backpack and opened up to a random page, pretending to be at work. She let out a silent sigh, looking at the clock to realize that only four minutes had passed. Both of them got into their own productivity, until about 15 minutes later when the silence between them broke.
'So what was it this time?' Miss. Allen asked, looking up. Britney was taken aback, and didn't think Miss. Allen knew about her past detentions and bad behaviour. But it was clear that the teacher was aware. Britney never had her as a teacher and they didn't know each other too well, just passing each other in the halls is as close as they had ever gotten.
'Umm... Let's see...' Britney had to go into a deep thinking process as she remembered. 'No that was last week ... oh yeah, I interrupted the class today, more than once,'
Miss. Allen nodded in understanding, looking back to her papers, giving a small grin. Britney noticed the tiny smile, and leaned back in the chair, feeling like it was her turn to ask a question.
'What are you doing here? You never do detention,' Britney said, and Miss. Allen looked up once again briefly.
'Well, I do detention duty every so often, I've just never hosted one with you in it before,' Miss. Allen spoke softly as she answered, and Britney couldn't help but feel somewhat intrigued by the teacher. Maybe it was all in her head, and since she didn't know her too well she was unsure if this was what the teacher's personality was like. 'Shouldn't a teacher be scolding me nonstop for getting detention, instead of acting... somewhat approachable about it?' Britney thought to herself. All of the other teachers she had for detention scolded her, but Miss. Allen wasn't doing that, or not yet at least.
'Right,' Britney said flatly. 'How did you know I've been in detention before?' Britney asked another question, and started to feel comfortable being in Miss. Allen's company. Again, the teacher looked up from her papers, offering another grin.
'I have to know. I've heard you're quite popular with getting detention, so when I was given duty for it today and told it was going to be just you...' Miss. Allen trailed off in her sentence, realizing that maybe she was being a bit too open. 'I think you know what I mean,' she added quietly.
Britney once again was only becoming more intrigued by this conversation. She nodded slowly, looking at Miss. Allen from across the room. 'I do behave myself in detention, so no need to worry about me doing what I did in order to get detention in the first place. I know, it's ironic,' Britney said, knowing that other teachers and the principal likely warned Miss. Allen about her rioting behaviour before she agreed to hosting detention with her. The teacher made full on eye contact with Britney, opening her mouth softly to speak.
'We do attend the same school every day, so I do know about you. It's not like you're a stranger. But you think after so many detentions, that you'd eventually learn. Why haven't you?' Miss. Allen asked, and the question suddenly seemed to make Britney swallow hard. She couldn't look away from the teacher, and it seemed like Miss. Allen was also having a hard time taking her attention away from the student.
'Well- you know, school has to be fun too. It can't always be so serious,' Britney said, sitting up from her chair and pushing herself in more. Miss. Allen checked off some things on her paper, and looked up again.
'I do agree. But there are fun things you can do without getting in trouble,' Miss. Allen looked up to Britney with a cocked eyebrow. Britney let out a shallow breath, tapping her foot off the ground. The teacher offered a small smile before she looked back down to her notes.
'Like what?' Britney asked, giving a smile back. She was surprised how comfortable she got with Miss. Allen so quickly, and was far from expecting this outcome. She thought it would be a silent, no communication kind of hour like it usually is. But it was anything but that at this point. The teacher placed her pen to her lips, grazing it across her mouth.
'Things like... offering to do a presentation for a certain class lesson, or creating an activity... or bringing treats into class. Things like that are fun, aren't they?' Miss. Allen asked, making eye contact with the student. They both held eye contact for a moment of time, seemingly getting lost in the moment of the staring contest they had created. Britney lifted the corners of her mouth, sitting up in the chair. They both started to get very comfortable talking to each other, and Britney was surprised she could joke around about something like detention with Miss. Allen, and about not taking school so seriously. Again, shouldn't she be getting silence or scolding from a teacher about detention? It didn't seem that way with Miss. Allen, not with Britney at least.
'Maybe the treats idea is, but let's be honest, what high schooler and teacher is going to want to do an activity with the class?' Britney asked, and the response caused Miss. Allen to laugh as she continued on with her marking. Seeing the teacher laugh ignited the same response in Britney.
