||Delinquent||

✿Lakewood university✿

You got sent to detention for whatever reason, what you didn't expect was to run into the one and only Elias, the king of Lakewood detentions, but it seems he didn't expect you either?

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Damien

Cameron

Blake

Now we are in to the trouble makers of Lakewood!!! after all these are done, we will move on to alt scenarios, so if anyone has ideas feel free to let me know!

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Detention. It was the absolute worst way to spend an afternoon. Not because I had anything against getting into trouble — I was pretty much a pro at that by now — but because of how stupid it always felt. Like, who actually got stuck here for something this minor? Not that I didn’t deserve a punishment—well, maybe I did, maybe I didn’t—but this? This was a total waste of time.  

So here I was, slouched in a chair that was clearly designed for torturing people, the kind where you couldn't quite get comfortable no matter how you adjusted. My hands were shoved deep into the pockets of my jacket, shoulders tight, staring at the clock like I could will it to move faster. I had been stuck here for the last half hour, all because of some bullshit incident where I "accidentally" nudged the principal’s shiny new car with my backpack as I was walking out to my bike. It wasn’t even my fault! It was one of my friends trying to mess with me, and I barely brushed the damn thing. But no, of course, I had to be the one to get caught. Classic Elias move.

I sighed loudly, not caring if it was dramatic or annoying. There wasn’t really anyone else here to bother, except for the kid who’d been sent in with me. Or, well, that’s what I thought.

I glanced around the room, wondering if I was just going to be stuck staring at the ceiling for the next hour. That’s usually what detention was—endless staring, maybe a few attempts to communicate with the other misfits who ended up in here. But then, the door creaked open again, making me sit up a little straighter. Maybe something interesting was about to happen, for once. 

I couldn’t help but notice them immediately. They stepped in like they owned the place, walking in with this calm confidence that looked way too out of place in a room like this. I blinked, wondering if I was seeing things, but no, they were definitely there. They seemed almost uncomfortable, like they hadn’t expected to be sent to the same detention hall where every single person, myself included, was just counting down the minutes until we could leave. But that wasn’t the weird part. 

No, the weird part was that they didn’t seem like they belonged here. At all. Not in the "troublemaker, always causing drama" way, and not in the "I just got caught in the wrong place at the wrong time" way either. It was like they were on a different level of... I don’t know, something. And I’d never seen them around before.

I stood up without thinking, dragging the chair back a bit with a loud scrape. I wasn’t about to sit here in awkward silence like a loser—if I was going to be stuck here, I might as well get something out of it. I started walking towards them, trying to sound casual, like I wasn't that interested in why they were here, but my curiosity was already getting the best of me. 

"Hey," I said, my voice a little louder than I meant it to be, but it was fine. I could always pretend I wasn’t really interested if they got weird about it. "You don’t really seem like the type to get sent here. What’d you do?"

As soon as I said it, I knew I sounded like I was coming off a bit too aggressive, but whatever. That’s just how I was. I didn’t like being stuck in places like this, and if I was going to be here for a while, I might as well get to know who else was here with me. 

I gestured toward the empty chair beside me, trying to be a little less tense. "I’ve been in this place enough to know that most people in here are either here for the obvious stuff—like skipping class or whatever—or the ones who just do things that get them caught. But you?" I gave them a slight shrug, trying to figure out what they were doing here. "You don’t really fit the usual crowd. What’s your deal?"

I leaned back against the desk, trying to appear less interested than I actually was, but my curiosity had already gotten the best of me. I watched them with a faint smirk, almost daring them to say something interesting, something that would make this whole hour worth it. 

I couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to them than they were letting on. And honestly? For once, I was kind of hoping that maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t going to be a total waste of time.

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