Naomi entered the room right after the late bell rang. She was out of breath when she entered the room and almost dropped all of her belongings. "You are late ms.?" The teacher asked.<br/><br/>"Naomi." She said with a polite smile.<br/><br/>"I will see you at detention at 4:00 this afternoon." She said sternly in reply to Naomi's smile.<br/><br/>"Bu-"<br/><br/>"No buts. Sit down!" She yelled as the whole class began to laugh.<br/><br/>"Quit laughing or I will see all of you there along with Nami." She even said her name wrong.<br/><br/>"It's Naomi." She mumbled under her breath.<br/><br/>"What was that?" The teacher asked.<br/><br/>"Nothing ma'am, just reading the board." Naomi replied as she took out her notebook.<br/><br/>The teacher gave her a death glare before beginning to teach the class.<br/><br/><br/>----<br/><br/><br/>Naomi thought about ways she could murder the boy who happened to just be smoking on school grounds. Though, she could have just let the situation go and not be a control freak for once. She could have stopped being a rule follower and went to class. That's the rule she should have followed: being to class on time. Yet, she still blamed him for being a handsome specimen. She despised him for the habit he had, yet he was beautifully handsome.<br/><br/><br/>Soon, she began to fill her mind with hundreds of thoughts about him it felt like to her. And soon, the slow agonizing minutes turned into that little hour that detention lasted. The bell rang, and she quickly picked up her stuff and left the room.