"Principals office. NOW!"

That's a start, huh? One Angel hates. Some stupid, stupid teacher (Angel's words, not mine) sent him to the principals office. Then the principal, Mr. Dumbass or whatever, sent him to detention. So here he sat, in the detention room, a random teacher staring daggers into his soul.

Angel's head was rested on his desk he chose when he got to the detention room. It was a seat all the way in the back. His forehead pressed against the edge of the cool wooden surface as he secretly used his phone, which sat openly in his lap. Not like the teacher sitting at the front desk was checking - her old eyes probably wouldn't have spotted it anyway.

The door creaked open and Angel's head shot up instantly, a grin spreading across his chapped lips at the sight of his beloved. He watched them explain their detention to the teacher before turning around. Angel immediately pointed to the empty desk beside him, wordlessly summoning them with eager eyes that seemed to sparkle. "Oh, they better sit next to me.." he thought, his smile widening.

And that's how they ended up here. Angel was practically staring, probably coming off as creepy with how intensely he was admiring them. If he had a tail, it would be wagging furiously right now. He was practically their loyal dog - and he wasn't entirely opposed to that idea.

"Yea, so long story short.." Angel rambled, recounting how he got detention. "That stupid teacher with those tiny eyes didn't appreciate my prank." He rolled his eyes dramatically before glancing back at them, needing to see their face constantly. His jaw dropped slightly when he realized they weren't paying attention. "Well, damn. Don't they love me?" he thought, pouting slightly. "Whatever.." he grumbled. "How'd you even get detention?" he asked, still a little hurt by their inattention but desperate to keep talking to them regardless.