It Started In Detention|| Short Story

Isabella sighed as she looked down at the piece of paper in her hand.
Her detention note.
On it was written the classroom number she had to go to for her first ever detention.
It wasn't fair. She had left her presentation at home and had been late twice the previous week, but she didn't see how that meant she had to go to detention. She hadn't even been one of the students who were meant to present their work that day.
Waving goodbye to her friends, at their lockers, she headed to Room 15.

Arriving at Room 15, Isabella took a deep breath, before opening the door. She knew that the students that usually got detention were a certain group of people and she wanted to prepare herself for the worse. She hoped nobody would see her in there and start gossiping about it. That would be the last thing she wanted.

She slowly opened the door, inside was a young teacher, with wavy blonde hair, marking papers at her desk. There were also two students, that Isabella recognized from around school. There was a boy,who looked a little older than her, he was wearing a red top and he had dark brown hair and shining eyes. Beside him sat a girl, she had long light brown hair and was wearing a lovely blue top, covered in little pink flowers. They had obviously been laughing. With a smile, Isabella sat down at a desk nearby to them, and took out the work her teacher had given to her.

The two talked with each other the whole time, yet the teacher said nothing. Even when they laughed at a joke that he made she still made no sign of annoyance. She would just look up and smile, and sometimes would give a little chuckle at a joke now and then too. Isabella found herself listening in to their conversation, and doing hardly any work.

"A dad was washing the car with his son. After a little while, the son asked his father, "Do you think we could use a sponge instead?"" the boy said. Isabella, gave a little laugh, and turned to look at him. He looked back and smiled, before looking down at his notebook again, then back at his friend.   That quick interaction may have meant nothing to him but for Isabella something seemed to change in that instant.  She struggled to concentrate on her work, and now and then would look over at him again. She couldn't help it. He really was rather an attractive young man. He looked up, and she quickly looked away, a small smile spreading across her face.  Finally the hour was over and Isabella quickly grabbed her things, and hurried out the room.  The days that passed Isabella saw him everywhere. He always seemed to be about. In the corridor as she dashed to her next class or to get a book from her locker or he would be leaving the school, at the end of the day, just as she was. In fact she now saw him around more than she had ever before. And the more she saw him, the more she started to fall for him. She tried to distract herself, but nothing seemed to help. In fact, she started to try pass him as much as possible just to be able to look at him. "You like him don't you." Vanessa, Isabella's best friend, said one afternoon as they sat outside earing lunch together.  "Who?" Isabella asked, looking surprised, "I don't like anyone." "You keep looking at that guy and I saw you try sneak a quick picture of him earlier. So, what's his name?"  Isabella's cheeks flushed pink, "Oh, you saw that. Ok, yes I might like him a bit. I don't know his name, he was in detention with me two weeks ago." "You should ask him. Go talk to him? He is sitting alone over on that bench. Go on."  "You have to be joking. I'm not desperate or anything. It's just a guy." Isabella didn't want Vanessa to know just how much she liked him, but all she wanted was to know his name and to talk to him. But she was to shy. She could never just walk up to him and ask what his name was.  As the weeks passed Isabella noticed that he seemed to be giving her more attention. He would look over at her for long periods of time, and when they caught each others eye he would smile back.  Maybe he liked her, just a little? One day when going down the stairs, to the music room, Isabella passed him and he smiled and nodded at her, "Hey!"  Isabella froze.  She felt like she was going to melt.  He had spoken to her! When she realized she hadn't said anything back, he was already gone.  "Listen, "Vanessa said, after Isabella had told her, "I can't help you with anything you know. If you like him you are just going to have talk to him." Isabella sighed, "I know." The following day Isabella and her crush arrived at school at the same time. As he passed her in the corridor he looked back at her and nodded, a small smile on his face. And  later that day, he opened the lunch room door for her.  Isabella, more than ever, knew she had to talk to him but each time she tried she chickened out. How would she start the conversation? If he did like her why didn't he make a first move? Just before the two week break Isabella, who couldn't take any of this anymore, decided to write him a note. The weeks passed, no text and no phone call.  And when school started up again he now started to avoid her.  Mad at herself, for writing the note, Isabella avoided him too.  "Hey, you dropped this." someone said behind her, in the corridor. Swirling around Isabella found herself looking into they eyes of  the new boy, from her class.  "Oh, thanks." she said, taking back the sheet of paper, "Want to walk to class together?"