Wendy stormed into the detention room , her anger still simmering . She slammed the door behind her , making the teacher , Mrs Thompson , look up from her desk .
"Ah , Wendy , welcome back to detention", Mrs Thompson said , her voice calm but firm .
It was obvious that Wendy was a regular customer.
"Please , take a seat and hand me your slip".
Wendy reluctantly handed over the slip , her eyes flashing with defiance . Mrs Thompson scanned in with her expression unchanging .
"Insolence,huh ? , well you are in good company today ".
Wendy snorted , rolling her eyes fixed on the clock .
Just as she was starting to relax , the door burst open , A guy with messy black hair and piercing blue eyes sauntered in , his confidence bordering on arrogance.
"Hey Mrs T", he said , flashing a charming smile . "sorry I'm late ,traffic, you know .
Mrs Thompson raised an eyebrow "save it for someone who cares Max. Take a seat ".
Max grinned, his eyes locking onto Wendy's . " Hey , looks like we're in this together, Red ".
Wendy's eyes narrowed, her anger reigniting. "Don't call me that".
Max chuckled, unfazed . " oh, I'm shaking in my boots".
Wendy gaze turned icy , her temper simmering just below the surface. This guy was pushing...