RoadTrip Stories

New Kid - Mikey - Part 2

couldn't have found a better suiting picture :')

I got to class late. Trying to slip past the teacher, i jumped when she said my name, and looked up at her guiltily.

"Care to tell me why you're late?" she scorned. She was terrifying, and if i'd remembered i was in her class, i'd have freakin' sprinted when the bell rang.

I swallowed, looking at the floor, then back up to her, "uh.. i was- i was showing the new kid around."

I edged toward my seat, next to Rye, and she raised her brow. "The 'new kid'? As in Mr. Cobban?" she questioned, checking the register. "Michael?" she corrected when she saw the blank look on my face, but i nodded at this. "I think you may need to show him to the correct classroom this time. He's supposed to be in here."

I nodded and slowly headed to the door, almost running out of the classroom when she nodded. I stood outside and dialled 'New Kid😘' and as i was waiting for him to pick up, i smirked at a couple of kids inside who were glaring at me, no one had ever got away that easy after being late to one of Miss. Score's lessons. Rye glared at me and shook his head but i just shrugged, laughing as i heard a 'hey cutie' from the other end of the phone.

"Hey, babe," i giggled, "two things: one, Rye's just figured out i have your number, and two, you're meant to be in my class and you don't wanna give Miss. Score a reason to be mad at you."

"I can handle Ryan, don't worry," he laughed down the phone, he had such a beautiful laugh, "and yeah, i figured i was lost, i had no idea where i was meant to be."

"Where are you? I'll come get you," i chuckled, peeking my head round to see the teacher through the window. I regretted it though, when she saw me and i pointed at my phone and said, "i'm finding him," through the glass in the door.

"I'm in the library," he chuckled. I hung up and ran to the library, running right into him at the door. "She can't be that scary, surely?" he smirked, catching me so that i didn't run into the doors.

"She's terrifying and she saw me on the phone outside the classroom when i was supposed to be going to find you and she was already pissed at me for being late, which, i might add, was your fault, so you're getting every bit of blame for this," i said all in one breath, then laughed as he smirked at me, pulling me into a hug.

"I'll take all the blame you need me to, babe," he laughed, and i nodded, pulling him back to class. He followed behind me and just before we got there, he stopped us, turning me around to face him. "Before we go in, you have something on your lip," he teased, his hand cupping my cheek as his thumb brushed over my bottom lip. I smirked and leaned into him, meeting his lips in a kiss. It was softer than before, but i could feel the smirk in his lips against mine.

When we finally walked into class, the teacher glared at us both and promptly gave us detention.

"Uh, i'm kinda busy tonight," i mumbled, and Mikey nodded, "me too."

"What could you possibly doing that's more important than my detention?!" she asked, clearly angry, but what could i do? I couldn't be in two detentions at once.

"Detention," Mikey chuckled, earning a glare from Miss. Score. I nudged Mikey for laughing but nodded, "with Cantw-" i started, then corrected, "Mr. Cantwell."

"Very well, then. You'll both have detention tomorrow," she said, glaring at me then Mikey, "i think you might've set some sort of record having only started at the school today." We both went to sit down, i sat next to Rye as usual and Mikey sat in the only other empty seat a few tables in front of us.

"Have you actually got detention with Cantwell?" Rye whispered over to me and i nodded. "What for this time?" he asked, i was in detention with him so much, it'd become my go-to excuse to get out of it with all the other teachers.

"I sneaked into his room," i whispered back, knowing his next question.

"With him?"

"I dragged him with me, remember? To piss you off," i smirked and he rolled his eyes.

"Why his room? I'm sure you enjoy detention with him."

"Maybe i do. I mean, he's hot," i admitted and he shook his head with a smirk.

"What about him?" he asked, nodding in Mikey's direction.

I glared at him, "I gave him a chance because you're usually a dick, and i was right to, because he's-"

"Because he's hot?"

"No, he's-"

He glared at me, "i'm not stupid."

"Okay, he's hot," i sighed. "But honestly, i think you'd like him if you gave him a chance."

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At the end of the day, Rye walked me to Mr. Cantwell's room. Mikey was already there and i went straight in. I saw the teacher's smirk as he saw Rye, "you two both seem to have been in a fight..."

"He's an ass," Rye said bluntly. He rolled his eyes at us and shouted to me, "i'll see you later. Have fun with these two." I answered him with a smirk.

"So..." Mr. Cantwell started with a chuckle, "the least you two are going to do is tell me what's going on." He smirked, looking at the cut under Mikey's eye, "did he do that?"

"Yeah, we uh.. we had a bit of a disagreement this morning," Mikey explained, holding back a laugh.

Cantwell turned to me, "so the new kid gives your fave cousin a black eye and you go making out with him..?" he couldn't hold back his laugh.

"It's not like that- well, it's not completely like that.."

"You're usually the first to defend him," he pointed out.

"Yeah, that's why he's so pissed off; i'm not blindly defending him this time," i sighed.

"And why not? You thought new kid was hot?"

Before i could respond, the door opened, and in strolled two boys in the year below. "I was starting to think you two had stood me up," Cantwell said, his head tilted slightly.

"Sorry, he was being a douche," an Irish voice said, before the boy it belonged to shoved his friend into the room.

"It was clearly your fault," his friend argued, pushing the Irish boy back with a laugh.

"Alright, sit down and shut up," the teacher laughed, "you two are new to detention, you don't want another one for tomorrow already, do you?"

They both shook their heads and i laughed, earning a glare from the three of them. "What are you in for?" i asked them.

"This one's an idiot," the blonde one said, pointing at the other one.

"Is that accurate, Brook?" Cantwell chuckled, "i seem to remember you starting it..."

"It was Jack!"

After a few minutes of the two boys bickering, the teacher turned around and wrote tomorrow's date on the board along with:

Detention
Brooklyn Wyatt
Jack Duff

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I walked out with Mikey once detention was over. He looked over at me and smirked, "you need a ride home?" he nodded towards his car, a Jag. He had a fucking Jaguar. My eyes widened and i knew i shouldn't say yes but i nodded. I can't turn a ride in a Jag down, can i?

I texted Rye to tell him i was getting a ride so not to worry, and Mikey opened the passenger side door to his car. I got in and admired the interior as he walked around to his side. He got in and started driving without asking where i lived. I thought i'd sit it out and see where he was taking me, and we ended up in a cute little cafe. "I figured you'd be hungry since you didn't eat your lunch," he chuckled, paying for everything like a gentleman.

After buying me dinner and refusing any money, he took me home and promised to meet up before first period tomorrow. I walked into my house with a smile on my face, though a certain Beaumont had hatched up a plan to try and ruin my mood.