November 7th 8:42 AM 

Mason’s POV 

I felt someone tap on my shoulder, “Maze, wait up!” 

“The fuck do you want?” I turned to face him; he was holding $120. 

He handed me the 100, “For the bet,” then the 20, “and this is for if your able to tell Asher I am sorry.” 

I threw the money back at him, “I don’t want your fucking money, and apologize to Asher yourself, Devon.” 

“He won’t fucking talk to me Mason! I can’t apologize to someone who won’t talk to me!” 

“Of course he won’t speak to you! You fucking hurt him! I’m not gonna try to help fix your fucking relationship, when I can’t fix my own!” We just kept getting more and more angry at each other. 

“Mason, just tell your brother that i want to apologize, please?” He sounded genuine, but i wasn’t going to help. 

“You fucking hurt Asher, Devon. I’m not going to help you, everything that you've done, is what fucked up my relationship, so find someone else to help you,” I just walked towards my locker and put my backpack in. 

I eventually went to the classroom; Asher was sitting talking to someone. 

I sat down and quickly his conversation ended. “Ash, please fix your little relationship, Devon won’t leave me alone.” 

“When he learns to stop being a pussy and actually talks to me instead of using others, maybe I'll forgive him,” Asher laughed. 

I just put my head down, “I don’t want any part in fixing your relationship when i can’t get Danny to fucking forgive me,” My voice came through somewhat muffled, and before finishing my line of thought i sat back up, “I just want him back.” 

“Danny will forgive you eventually.” 

“Eventually could mean 10 years.” 

“You think too literally.” 

Before i could say anything else, Mr. Davis entered the classroom and wrote some random assignments on the board that needed to be completed before the end of class. 

Asher pulled out the assignments from his binder, he has always been way more organized than me, i just have chaotic messes of work. 

I read the first question, “3 < |2x + 5|” My brain just shut down momentarily, i looked over at Asher’s work, he was already on the second assignment. 

I tapped his shoulder, he looked at my assignment, rolled his eyes and handed me his assignment. We were all given different copies, “God fucking damn it,” I mumbled just loud enough for Mr. Davis to hear me, Asher glared at me. 

Mr. Davis stood up from his desk and walked towards Asher and I. He looked at my desk seeing Asher’s assignment. “Copying off another student, and cursing aloud, thats gonna get you a week of detention, Mason,” I stared down at my desk, “and Asher, you will be getting 2 days of detention.” 

“I didn’t do anything though?”  

“It’s your assignment, is it not?” 

Asher glared at me again, and i saw it as the funniest shit ever. 

Mr. Davis put a slip of paper that just said specific times we had to go to the art room, that no one uses, basically ended up being turned into a room meant for detention.  

Eventually it reached last period, 40 minutes until detention. 

Last period just so happened to be a class i have with Devon. 

“Mason, please, just try to get Asher to forgive me!” Devon sounded desperate, “I didn’t mean to hurt him, i just want him to know i feel like shit about hurting him.” 

I rolled my eyes, even though im behaving the same way trying to get Danny to forgive me. “Devon, apologize to him yourself, the biggest reason he’s not forgiving you is because your using other people instead of talking to him yourself.” 

“He ignores me though, i can’t get him to speak to me long enough to apologize,” he set his head on his desk and turned it to face me, “I just want him to forgive me. I really fucked up didn’t i?” 

“I mean kicking him out at midnight, after kissing and flirting with him, and telling him he doesn’t understand what it's like to not have supportive parents, even though he does, you definitely fucked up, and i can’t believe i am saying this, but you didn’t even fuck up as much as i did with Danny.” 

Devon sat up and looked at me confused, “Huh? You fucked up?” 

“Mhm, but technically mine was on the basis of a misunderstanding,” I thought about my stupidity, “I admitted that one of the few reasons i was dating him, was because of your stupid bet.” 

“One of? You weren’t doing it just for the bet?” 

“Devon, how many times did you try to get me to do shit like that, over 200 times, i said no every time,” he looked away from me, but i continued, “I like Danny, a lot.” 

“Lovesick much?” Devon joked, but i looked away. 

“Lets make a deal, Davon,” He just stared at me sort of confused and shocked, “I’ll help you to get Asher to forgive you, if you can help me to get Danny to forgive me, do we have a deal?” 

He looked me up and down, “Deal. So what do i have to do?” 

“Get a detention.” 

“What? Why?” 

“Me and Asher have a detention today...” 

Devon looked back and forth, the teacher was slightly paying attention, and Devon just chuckled, and yelled at the top of his lungs, “FUCK!” as if he had just stubbed his toe, everyone instantly looked at him, and i laughed a bit. 

Ms. Lambert looked directly in his eyes, “Detention, Mr. Pass, if you wanted to curse, you really didn’t have to scream it,” her voice was sharp and icy, like a teacher who would say, “I don't get paid enough for this shit.” 

The bell rings, and its time for detention. Devon was following me down the hall towards the art room.