First TVD AH, so don't judge. There isn't one like this, and it must be done. Tell me now if I should give up, though.
"...and these children that you spit on, as they try to change their worlds are immune to your consultations. They're quite aware of what they're going through...- David Bowie"
CPOV
I looked out the window of Bonnie's car and at the school in disgust
"I can't believe your dad can't get us out of this...I mean it's so absurd We have to be here on a Saturday! It's not like we're defective's or anything..."
"'I'll make it up to you...Honey, ditching class to go shopping doesn't make you a defective. Have a good day.'" Bonnie qouted her father. "Ugh! I hate it here on a normal day."
"Maybe it won't be so bad..." Elena said from the back seat. Always the optimist.
I rolled my eyes and got out of the car. It was cold. It was saturday. We should be a the mall right now!
SPOV
"Is this the first time or the last time we do this?" My mom asked. I didn't look at her.
"Last..." I said.
"Well get in there and use the time to your advantage..." She started. Not again!
"Mom, we're not supposed to study; we just have to sit there and do nothing." Not that I knew that. I just didn't want to study...again.
"Well mister you figure out a way to study." Of course.
"Yeah!" The evil little menion said from beside me. I'd forgoten she was even there. Spoiled little...
"Well, go!"
Gladly, I thought, getting out of the car.
TPOV
I sat in my dads car looking down at the floor. He wasn't happy that I was here.
"Hey, I screwed around...guys screw around, there's nothing wrong with that. Except you got caught, Sport."
I know. that's why I'm here.
"Yeah, mom already grilled me alright?" I snapped back.
"You wanna miss a match?" He said loudly, not happy with my tone. " You wanna blow your ride? Now no school's gonna give a scholarship to a discipline case." Discipline case? One detention and I'm a discipline case.
I got out the car and walked inside.
DPOV
I walked toward the school for my...tenth detention this month? Eleventh? Hell, I might as well move into the school as often as I was there.
I noticed a car pulling in a smirked. I was in the mode for a little Chicken this morning. I sped up and walked out in front of it.
The driver slammed on the brakes, stopping right before he hit me. Damn, I wasn't getting out today.
JPOV
"I don't know why you insist on this every week." My dad muttered as he watched the dumb-ass walk up the steps of the school. I got out of car, looked into the passenger window and he drove off.
Yeah, bye, Dad.
I walked to the library where six or seven tables were set up. One for Preps, one for jocks, one for the dumb-ass, one for the nerd, and one for me. Perfect.
I sat down at the very back and put my head. Only to sit up straight when a bunch of stuff started crashing.
The dumb-ass guy was shoving everything of the counter as he walked past it, shoving random shit in his pockets. he walked up to the nerd and pointed to the table across from where he was seated. Taking the hint he moved.
He sat down where the nerd was and proped his feet up
The preps Giggled and Jocks laughed quietly.
Jerks. I thought laying my head down again.