Enemy's 2. Cassidy Second lesson ended and I walked back around to Miss Peter's classroom. "Hey, Cass, where you going?" shouted Max, grabbing onto my arm gently and pulling me around. I held onto his sides with my delicate hands and went up onto my tip toes. "Detention," I sighed, planting a small kiss on his lips. He smiled and let me go. Waving to him, I walked back into the hot, stuffy classroom. "Sit," the teacher said. It wasn't Peters. It was Mr Howe. I did as I was told and sat down in my normal place. His fingers tapped against the white board, making the strangest noise. I was watching his eyes- shifting from left to right. Almost uncomfortably. Even though we both knew he was in charge. The door opened, once again, and in walked the devil herself. The lesbian devil. I bit my tongue as she creaked the door closed and strolled over to the dear next to me. She pulled all of her long, thick, chocolate hair over her left shoulder and began to plait a bit from underneath. "You ok?" I scribbled on a tough price of paper from my notepad. I passed her the note and she took it carefully. As if I had spat on it or something. She unfolded the paper. I watched her long pale fingers snake around the paper as her black nails held onto the tips of her styled hair. She scribbled something down, having to let go of her hair. I took the paper from her hand, letting my fingers touch her palm gently. "I'm a lesbian. Rawr," she scrawled, leaving a little drawing a dinosaur by the side. I rolled my eyes and smiled. The teacher spun around and I hid the note under my desk. "So. How does it feel to be a delinquent? In fact, don't answer that. Don't waste your breath. Why are you here?" He said, only loud enough for us to hear. "Basically-" Anna began. "No. It's over. But I'll tell you this- if either of you fail this class, you will have a detention every lunch and break for a month- and you won't pass this subject at the end of this year. Ok?" he scowled, through gritted teeth. I nodded. "Ye-" Anna began. Sir held up his finger and silenced her, before leaving. "Ok?" I laughed, trying go mock him through my laughs. "Tutor me?" She whispered before standing up. She was wearing a pair of black jeans, with a Fall Out Boy t-shirt and a wooden cross necklace. She strolled over to me and pulled out chair in front of me. Sitting on it backwards she pulled out my hand.