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《Detention Room Above》

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《Detention Room Above》


"Oh my God," Casey said, grinning, "—that was actually fun."

Ashley shot her a smug look while Blake glared at Casey, his jaw twitching. Jason was trying to hold in his laughter, his huge arms crossed on his chest. Ally had wandered off somewhere after the game. They were beaten; hard, as expected.

It was useless of Ashley to hope that they would go easy on them because they were newbies. 96-20 was not the definition of 'going easy'. Akira however, reassured her that she made the cut nevertheless, and that the game wasn't really that important. She glared at the guy for a whole half hour at that revelation for wasting her time, but as expected, he didn't spare her the light of day after or even during the game. His name was Seb apparently. She had come to that revelation after hearing his teammates call him as they asked for the ball.

"How did you not see me next to you?" Blake scolded, still holding his side.

Ashley and Jason exchanged a look, both of them grinning.

"I just didn't." was Casey's reply.

"You did it on purpose, didn't you?" Blake stated more than asked.

Casey smirked, "You were breathing down my neck."

"That guy was heading for a shot and I was trying to block him, Casey, why in the world would you elbow me for that."

At this point, Ashley and Jason were letting out soft, muffled chuckles, their faces red from suppressed laughter.

"Well I'm sorry I'm an anti-sport, I didn't know that."

"It was obvious!" Blake exclaimed.

"Not to me it wasn't."

And that's when Jason and Ashley lost control and broke into fits of laughter, causing the arguing old couple to jump. They doubled over and clutched their stomach, their laughter being the only noise in the court all of a sudden.

"Stop it." Blake barked, scowling, unknowingly fueling the laughter.

"Guys, everyone's looking." Casey whisper-yelled.

Ashley waved her hand, "Okay, okay." She said in between laughs and straightened up.

Jason bit his lip and straightened up as well, running a hand through his hair. He looked back at Ashley and they met each other's gaze. Once again, they broke into laughter that was even louder than before.

"Dammit." Jason said, his deep beautiful laugh mixing with Ashley's husky laugh.

Casey pursed her lips and looked at Blake. He glared at her.

"Great, now they'll never let this go. You just had to exaggerated it, didn't you?" Blake scolded as he shook his head. The slight tilt of the corner of his lips, however, told a different story.

          

Ashley's laugh turned into wheezing silently with tears welling in her eyes. Jason looked at her and grinned even more,

"What—your—your laugh—!" He tried, laughing even more. He was laughing so hard, that his eyes were almost closed.

Casey crossed her arms and waited, as did Blake—well one arm as the other was busy holding hi side.

Eventually the two sobered up, but the grins on their faces remained,

"You two argue like a married couple." Jason said, wiping the tears glistening in his eyes.

"An old married couple." She added, earning a glare from Casey and Blake.

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Ashley had already put her stuff in her room, but was yet to meet her roommate. He or she wasn't there last night, fortunately for her.

The morning was also peaceful and the fact that there was no bathroom hustling like she had come to expect only made it better. Maybe she didn't have a roommate.

Her day had been going great, until she sat down for her Local and International Cuisines lecture class and everything went to hell.

She sighed as she looked at the words fixed on the door.

Detention

Well then.

Why they had detention at a university was beyond her, but Ashley would later find out the school wasn't too big on kicking students out; reputation and all that nonsense.

She's hardly been here for a week but managed to get into trouble already. It was all that lecture's fault from starting the argument. Ashley wished someone had warned her not to challenge the Mrs. because the moment she asked her a question, she got so quickly offended that her ears turns blood red.

The fact that she had only asked what international cuisines they would be dealing with just made the situation more absurd. When Mrs. Cleveland scrunched up her nose at her the second the question left Ashley's lips, she should have taken that as a sigh to stop. But when she questioned Ashley for not trusting the process and her teaching—despite the fact that this was the first class—she had tried to justify herself by saying that she was just excited to learn. She even played her '—so I can read ahead' card to please her and calm her down, but that only added more fuel to the fire.

Damn her and her beautifully longlegs.

Shaking her head, she gripped the door and pushed it open then she peeked inside. She blinked, expecting to see just a normal classroom with a handful of people rethinking their life and where they went wrong. If anything, she was a hundred percent sure that would be what she would be doing. What she saw however really surprised her. She looked back at the tag on the door in case she missed something.

Huh, she was in the right room.

Her shoulders sagged.

Smoke was the first thing she noticed as soon as the door opened. There was a long table to the left side of the room and about a dozen chairs that were pushed all the way to the right corner and furthest from the door. A handful of people were standing in front of both ends of the freakishly long table, with red cups both in front of them and in their hands. Ashley felt like she had walked into a very poorly decorated high school party. She shook her head before her eyes landed on a familiar clean shaved head and buffy figure. She did a double take when she recognized who this person was; her grip loosening on the door handle before it fell and slapped her thigh.

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