Detention With the Devil

Chapter 2 — Detention With the Devil

By lunchtime, I already wanted to disappear.

Not because the classes were hard.

Not because I got lost three different times.

But because somehow… everyone knew me as the girl who spilled coffee on Ryan Matthews.

Fantastic.

“People are literally staring at you,” Mia whispered while opening her soda can.

“I noticed,” I muttered.

Every time I walked past someone, I heard whispers.

“That’s her.”

“She argued with him.”

“She’s dead.”

Okay, dramatic much?

I stabbed my cafeteria fries aggressively.

“I still don’t understand why everyone acts like he’s royalty.”

Mia nearly choked.

“Because he basically is here.”

I rolled my eyes.

“He’s just a guy.”

“No,” she said seriously. “He’s Ryan Matthews.”

That explained absolutely nothing.

Before I could ask more, the cafeteria suddenly became quieter.

Again.

I looked up.

And there he was.

Ryan walked in with a few friends beside him, hands inside his hoodie pocket like he owned the entire building.

Girls immediately straightened in their seats.

Some actually waved at him.

One girl dropped her fork.

Seriously?

I looked away instantly.

I refused to become one of those idiots.

Unfortunately, the universe hated me.

Because a shadow suddenly stopped beside our table.

“You spill drinks on everyone or am I special?”

I looked up slowly.

Ryan.

Of course.

Mia looked seconds away from fainting.

I forced a fake smile.

“Do you ever stop talking?”

His friend beside him let out a laugh.

Ryan pulled the chair across from me and sat down without permission.

“You’ve got anger issues, freshman.”

“You’ve got ego issues.”

His eyes flashed with amusement.

Why did he look entertained every time I insulted him?

“You know,” he said lazily, “most people are scared to talk to me like that.”

“Maybe that’s your problem.”

Mia kicked my leg under the table.

Hard.

I ignored her.

Ryan leaned back in the chair, staring at me openly now.

It should’ve been uncomfortable.

Instead… it was annoying how aware I suddenly became of him.

His messy hair.

The small scar near his eyebrow.

The way his rings tapped lightly against the table.

“You keep staring,” he said.

I almost inhaled my own fry.

“I was not staring.”

A slow smirk appeared on his face.

Oh, I hated that smirk.

“Sure.”

Before I could defend myself, a professor suddenly appeared near our table.

“Mr. Matthews.”

Ryan sighed softly.

“What did I do this time?”

“This is the third complaint this week. Detention. Today after class.”

A few students nearby looked shocked.

Ryan looked completely unbothered.

Then the professor’s eyes landed on me.

“And Miss Carter.”

I blinked.

“…Me?”

“You were arguing loudly in the cafeteria. Detention.”

Excuse me?!

“That’s not fair!”

“4 PM,” the professor said before walking away.

I stared after him in disbelief.

Then slowly turned toward Ryan.

“This is your fault.”

He looked far too pleased.

“Looks like we’re spending time together after all.”

“I’d rather eat glass.”

His grin widened.

“See you at detention, freshman.”

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