It was Senior Ditch Day, and I was probably the only seniors attending school today, except him - he's here for his detention. Or at least, that's what he told me. OneShot.
Senior Ditch Day
"I can't believe you showed up!" Alyssa's voice screamed into the phone.
I frowned and picked at my sandwich as I leaned against the library's wall, alone. "I didn't think everyone would ditch..." I mumbled under my breath, throwing my sandwich back into its little brown bag dejectedly.
Last night, when Alyssa was telling me all about her plans to go the amusement park and hang out, I told her that Monday meant school. And when she told me about "ditch day", I thought she was crazy. Halloween, to me, was no reason to skip school.
But to everyone else, it obviously was. So far, each of my classes have been empty, except for the few that have been shared with the rare juniors, who gave me weird looks. I at least thought David was going to show up - our number one student - but even he didn't show up! I really was the only senior who showed up on Senior Ditch Day.
"Well that's great," Alyssa sighed. "I can't believe you showed up," she repeated.
I frowned. "Well I did, and now I'm all alone during lunch time!"
"Your fault, Jen," she reminded me.
"It's not like I would have been able to ditch anyway! My parents are strict, and you know that," I reminded her, hoisting my backpack back onto my shoulders as I prepared to walk to my next class.
"It's practically a holiday," Alyssa drawled. There was a pause before she sighed and continued, "I gotta go, Jen. Tell me how classes went later, 'kay?"
"Won't be interesting," I muttered. "But sure, see you." I closed my phone and stuffed it into my front pocket, and made my way to my next class - AP Spanish 5 which had a chance of juniors, luckily, or else I would have been stuck with the teacher staring at me incredulously for the rest of the period again. As I did, I saw a face that I definitely did not expect to see on Senior Ditch Day.
"Will," I breathed, staring at him as I entered the class. Will was a dark haired, brown-skinned, Mexican who actually knew Spanish fluently and was only in that class because he wanted an easy A. I was not making that up either - he admitted it to me during a project we were stuck together in.
He tilted his head upwards, a sideways smirk on his face. He had boyish looks that suited him better than I would have ever admitted, and his head was facing downwards on the desk, bored out of his mind, probably, until I stepped in.
"Of course, Jennifer would show up on Senior Ditch Day," he mocked, leaning against his arm that was propped up by his elbows on the desk.
I opened my mouth to object but shut it. He had a point.
"What are you doing here?" I asked instead, staring at him as I took my seat on the other side of the room. I took out a notebook and a pencil, and as I did, I could hear him get out of his seat and make his way over to me lazily. Usually, we barely even spoke, but I assumed that it was because we were probably the only ones there and he had no other choice besides boredom and carving on the desk.
"I got detention the Friday before and I ditched it, so now I have to make it up," he replied with a shrug. "Sucks."
"Why didn't you just ditch that again?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
He smirked. "Why don't you stay out of my business?"
I pursed my lips and looked down, rolling my eyes. "Cocky brat," I muttered under my breath, doodling on my notebook.
"But cute nonetheless," he added, grinning.
I sighed. That was the other thing about him - he knew he had looks to kill. Once, I tried to prove him wrong, and he dared me to say he wasn't cute, and when I did, he laughed and said I didn't mean it. Unfortunately, I didn't, but he didn't need to know that.
"So," he drawled, leaning against my desk. "Wanna make out?"
I poked him with my pencil hard and kicked him away in response. He yelped an "ow" and rubbed his arm.
"I was just being friendly," he whined.
"I don't care," I sighed, shaking my head. "We barely talk, Will. What do you want with me?"
"Nothing," he admitted. "But I'm bored."
I took in a deep breath and leaned back in my seat, finally meeting his dark brown eyes with my own. "And that's not my problem." I crossed my arms, waiting for a response.
"And I could care less," he replied coolly, sitting on the desk across from mine now. "How was your Halloween, Jen?" he asked, changing the subject.
I frowned, but answered nonetheless. "Fine."
"Did you dress up as a sexy waitress?" he asked, grinning wryly.
I gripped my pencil tighter and he noticed, seeing as how he covered his arms.
"I'll take that as a 'no'..." he said, nodding slowly.
I let out a groan and shook my head. "What is wrong with you? I know you're annoying and all, but when you're with me, your ten times worse."
He made a face as if he was thinking about it, then shrugged. "You're just as aggravating," he pointed out.
I raised my pencil when I heard the last bell ring, and my teacher stroll in with a container full of tuna. I almost gagged at the smell. When he saw us, he almost dropped his food. Wow. He must have had practically no classes the whole day, I thought to myself.
"What are you two doing here?" he choked with a strong Spanish accent, putting his container of stinky fish on his desk.
"It's called going to class," Will replied smoothly. "Isn't that what teachers always whine about - kids not showing up? And when we finally do, this is our greeting?"
Mr. Mason, used to Will's sarcasm, had looked over him subtly and stared at me. He frowned slightly, and finally said, "Fine... I suppose we should learn..."
He didn't even teach us, really. He made us review with a partner - I wondered who my partner could possibly be - and translate sentences and so on. Of course, I was the only one doing the actual work, while Will made comments about me in whispered Spanish that were quite inappropriate.
At the end of class, Will followed me to my next class. Not really, actually... we were both in, surprisingly, band. He played the guitar - quite well, unfortunately - while I played the cello. Usually, we didn't speak in band either, but today was obviously the exception. Even with the younger grades there, he had no friends and I was his "back-up" apparently.
The whole time, he kept purposely touching my hand over stupid things, such as he "needed to stretch" or "my hand was in the way".
When band was finally over and I was ready to leave, he pulled me over.
"What?" I asked tiredly.
"Whoa, attitude much?" he asked, taken back, supposedly.
I glared at him. "You're one to talk, Will."
He grinned. "But my attitude is ten times cuter."
I pursed my lips, glancing at my cellphone for the time. "Shouldn't you be on your way to detention?"
His grin widened. "Oh, I made that up."
I glanced up now, surprised. "What?"
"I made it up."
"But why?" I asked incredulously. I may have only had two classes with him, but I knew that Will would not have come to class on Senior Ditch Day - he barely came on regular days - for no reason.
"To talk to you," he admitted as if it was nothing, shrugging as he put his hands into his pockets.
It was only getting weirder. "Wha-?"
"I mean, you're always with your friends and my friends are always stalking me" - he was grinning as if stalking was an inside joke - "so we barely speak, except that one time with the project."
"Hmm," I muttered, annoyed at the memory of him doing almost nothing but nagging me and then getting the A that I worked on.
"And I knew that you'd show up for Senior Ditch Day," he continued.
"How?" I countered, narrowing my eyes.
He grinned. "You're Jen - simple enough."
I didn't know whether that was an insult or not.
"So, I showed up and when I saw you walk by the library this morning, I knew I'd see you later.
"And what if I didn't show up?" I argued once more, not letting him win. I was not that predictable... was I?
"But you did," he pointed out.
"What if?" I asked once more, impatient.
He shrugged. "I see you walk by the library every morning. If I didn't see you, I would have just ditched."
I pursed my lips. That was surprisingly... smart. "Oh. Well, why do you want to talk to me so much anyway?"
He laughed now, and took his hands out of his pockets, placing one on my hand. I burned at his touch, but I refused to show it. "I don't want to talk to you so much as I want to kiss you."
I had to refrain from gaping at him. "Wha-?"
Smirking, he leaned towards me slowly, and his lips were less than an inch away, when...
I darted off the other way. He stared at me incredulously as I called out behind me, "You're going to have to do a lot more than come on Senior Ditch Day to get me to kiss you."
His look was incredulous but amused, but coolly, he replied, "Oh, I will. Count on it, Jen."
Funny enough, I did. That was not the last time I saw Will, and it was definitely not that last time he tried to kiss me. The following times, however, he might have succeeded...
A/N: Quick oneshot inspired by, well, Senior Ditch Day that was today. Albeit, more than just seniors ditched, but hey... whatever.