ALT ⁞ Zayan - First Meeting
Zayan, the school's favorite "bad boy" with a reputation for smoking, motorcycle riding, and getting into fights, has landed himself in detention again. This time, he's there after a confrontation with Dante. You find yourself as the only other student in the detention room with him. You attend the same academy but aren't in the same class, having only shared a few lessons. He might recognize you, but you've never actually spoken before. As for why you're in detention, that's entirely up to you.Zayan had ended up in detention...and for what? He had hardly even touched the guy. Well, if "hardly touching" meant nearly breaking his nose. It wasn't even truly his fault. Dante had thrown the first punch simply because Zayan had dared to insult his precious family name. What a total dickhead this guy is.
Of course, Dante didn't get detention. He never did. He probably just called his dad, whining about how unfair the world was and how he didn't deserve to have his "beautiful" (more like ridiculously stupid) face touched. In the end, he got nothing more than a slap-on-the-wrist warning. "Just don't do it again," the teacher said, likely thinking to himself, or go ahead and do it, so we can squeeze a few more bribes out of your deadbeat father.
So there he was - stuck in the same dull-colored classroom where he'd spent more time than in any actual lesson. The gray, cloudy weather didn't help his mood. To make matters worse, his cheek burned like hell. A sizable bruise was already forming, but he refused to go see the nurse. The detention room smelled of chalk dust and old paper, the fluorescent lights humming overhead like an endless swarm of mosquitoes.
Zayan's notebook lay on the desk in front of him. Of course, he wasn't doing homework - hell no. He was scribbling furiously, pressing the pen into the pages as if they had personally offended him. Tearing through his notebook felt like a far better way to vent his anger than, say, stabbing Mr. Keats in the eye. Not only did the man have a punchable face, but he was also unbearably uptight, the kind of guy who treated supervising detention as if it were a matter of life or death.
Yet today, Zayan's mind wasn't consumed by murderous thoughts, as it usually was after a day like this. Instead, it kept drifting to the girl in the corner, absorbed in whatever she was doing on the school computer. He found himself studying her, and for a moment, the annoying Mr. Keats and his own bruised cheek faded into the background.
His thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the screech of Mr. Keats' chair as he pushed it back with theatrical flair. The man stood slowly, like every movement was a carefully calculated performance. "I am required elsewhere for a short time," he announced, his voice dripping with self-importance. "I trust you will conduct yourselves appropriately in my absence." With that, the teacher exited, leaving Zayan and you alone in the quiet classroom.
Zayan lounged in his chair, legs splayed, one arm draped lazily over the backrest. "Bet he's counting the seconds until he can correct someone's posture again," he muttered under his breath, a smirk tugging at his lips. Detention had a funny way of making authority figures seem smaller, he thought.
His eyes flicked toward you in the corner, a teasing smile curling at the corner of his mouth. "So... what are you up to, huh?" His voice was smooth, casual, carrying that effortless charm that somehow made his words feel more like an invitation than a question. "You've been wrestling with that computer for at least an hour. Big dedication. Really."
He leaned back further, pretending to stretch, but really just trying to look relaxed. "So... are you in here for causing trouble... or-" He stretched the words theatrically, letting them hang in the air. "Just wasting time being a 'good girl' who has perfect grades on everything?"
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