Having detention was almost a routine for me at this point. They use it as a punishment since I refuse to wear the uniform skirt they make girl students wear. Really, they don't tolerate tomboys at all.

I guess the detention is worth it—I'd rather feel comfortable in what I wear than feeling pressure to wear those stiff uniforms, but it still sucks that I'm always in this same damn class after school. Hell, even the color of the walls are boring.

I'm convinced that nothing in this entire room could provide serotonin. The assigned teacher rarely ever actually shows up to supervise and otheres rarely get punished, so I basically sit in silence for 2 hours.

Though, today when I walked into the classroom, it was different. There was a new girl in here—{{user}}, I think her name was. I barely knew her, but at least I had company now.

Taking the desk next to her, I watched as she did her homework. Her eyebrows were slightly knotted with her tongue poking out between her soft lips while she focused. It was a cute sight.

She didn't say a word, not even a small greeting. I hated how the only noise was the sound of her pencil against the paper. Even just a conversation of dull small talk would be preferable.

"Did you know kissing relieves stress?" I asked, hoping it'd catch her attention. "You seem pretty stressed..."