“Yes, I’m apologizing to you. Don’t get used to it.” Jocelyn snapped at him, trying not to make anything about the way he received her apology. She hadn’t thought she had been too rude to him the night before, but then again, she was too tired to remember much of anything from that time. It felt like a lifetime ago, but time was playing games with her and she knew it. At one point she could barely remember what class she was supposed to be in, but after a few minutes thought she ended up figuring it out without making an idiot of herself. “I really didn’t mean to chase you out of the house. Aidan got on my case about it, which is why I’m apologizing. “ She knew there was a bit more to it than that, but she wasn’t about to admit that she actually felt guilty for how he had left. He was actually one of the first people to actually talk to her, and she knew she should try to treat him a bit nicer than she was, but it was rather difficult to actually do so when she was used to how she treated everyone else.

Gradually she began to doze off as the teacher began talking, the sound of his voice as effective as a sleeping pill in her already exhausted state. She couldn’t for the life of her even remember why she hadn’t slept the night before, but it didn’t matter once her head fell onto her arms and her eyes closed. She felt her body relax even in the awkward, hunched over position she was in, and within seconds she was on her way off to sleep. She couldn’t recall a time in her life when she had ever been as tired as she was, and there was absolutely no fighting the heaviness of her eyelids once they finally closed. Her mind was completely silent for the first time in days, and she was happy to accept that she would probably get detention for falling asleep in class.

And then Tora decided to intervene, much to her dismay. The words could have easily been ignored, but the jolt of electric that shot up her leg when he poked her thigh wasn’t as easy to overlook. Bolting upright in her seat, her eyes swung over to him, a scowl etched on her face. “The only thing I would dream about doing to you is wringing your scrawny neck.” She hissed in a whisper, reaching over to slap his hand even though he had already removed it from her. “He wouldn’t even notice I was asleep if you weren’t over here broadcasting it.” She kept her voice as low as she could, but she still managed to earn the teacher’s notice, his eyes glaring in her direction. She feigned an innocent look, her finger pointing straight at Tora. “He’s molesting me. I was telling him to keep his hands to himself.” She watched as the man shot Tora a stern look and the moment that he turned away she smirked slyly over at her classmate. “Ha. Looks like he’s more pissed at you than he is at me.”

Mr. Gervias looked back over at their table, clearing his throat loudly to gain both her and Tora’s attention. “Jocelyn and Tora, since you think it’s funny to disrupt my discussion, perhaps you’ll find it funny if I disrupt your plans after school. One hour detention for both of you. I expect you to be here ten minutes after the bell and not a second later.” Jocelyn glared at the man heatedly, giving only a single nod of her head to show that she heard him. When his attention turned back she turned her glare onto Tora, growling softly under her breath. “See, now you got us in trouble. I could have gone home and taken a nap. But now I have to sit here with Mister Germass watching me.” She didn’t want to think about how mad her aunt was going to be that she had gotten herself into trouble again, but she could easily handle that. All she had to do was say it was for talking in class, and her aunt would be absolutely tickled pink; she never got in trouble for talking. If she was talking, that meant she had a friend, and that was all her aunt got on her case about. 

Jocelyn remained quiet for the next few minutes, at least until the sound of squeaky shoes in the hallway drew her attention. Peeking out the small window of the door, she saw two students walking down the hall with posters and rolls of tape in hand. It was after a few moments she realized exactly what they were doing and a loud groan vibrated in her throat. Yet another cheesy school dance that she had forgotten about, only this time she wasn’t going to be able to escape it, having promised Tony that she would go with him after he pestered her for over a week about the last one. Slouching down in her seat, Jocelyn covered her face with her hand, mentally wishing that the day from hell she was suffering through would be brought to an end. Between detention, and the reminder of some dance she didn’t want to go, she couldn’t even begin to imagine how her day could get even worse.