LUNA OF THE ROGUES ACADEMY

There’s nothing worse than getting stuck in detention on a Friday afternoon—especially if it wasn’t your fault.

I twisted around in my seat to pin Luca Greene with a glare, promising all kinds of wrath on him. In exchange, he ruffled the obsidian rat nest on his head and grinned at me.

The audacity!

I bared my teeth and flipped him the bird.

“Hailey Woods,” Mrs. Whit barked. “You just earned yourself another Friday afternoon with me.”

I groaned, getting a final glimpse of Luca’s punch-me grin before I turned to face the front. I held on to either side of my wooden desk, mapped out in doodles. Most of them were my handy work, cute animals, and designs of blossoms etched in ballpoint pen to pass mundane topics.

Tilting my head up, I offered the old woman a feigned, sad look. A long, tawny curl fell into my face and tickled my nose. I blew it away, my facade slipping for a second in exchange for a frown. I combed back my hair with my fingers, resuming my misery guise. With my large, brown, doe-like eyes, I knew I was good at pulling it off.

Pity that the one teacher immune to it happened to be the one who was hosting detention today.

Mrs. Whit had a stern, pinched expression, peering at me beneath her spectacles, her russet-painted lips set in a tight line.

“Go on and we can make it every Friday for the next month,” she continued. “You’ve gotten away with your nonsense for way too long.”

I bit back the retort threatening to escape and forced a smile instead. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Whit. I’ve had a bad day.”

Mrs. Whit sneered. “Haven’t we all.”

“It’s my birthday today, and my parents forgot.” That part was true.

Her brows shot up. “As much as that sucks, and, as much as I empathize with your unfortunate circumstance, I’m not responsible for your happiness, Miss Woods. Nor is it in my control how you decide to act during class and what you choose to make of the school rules. What counts for one student counts for everyone else, whether it’s their birthday or not.”

I sighed, leaning back in my seat. “I wasn’t looking for a way out of detention,” I lied. “Just wanted you to know I’ve had a bad day.”

Luca snorted a laugh.

My hand curled into a fist. I was so going to ruin him. It was his fault we were in detention.

I minded my own business in English class when he, out of nowhere, decided to stop by my table and gawk at me like some freak.

No, seriously. He didn’t say anything. He just stood there and stared at me, looking like he was possessed or something.

Then, out of nowhere, he grabbed my arm and dug his nails into my skin, hurting me. I didn’t do anything to him. I’ve never talked to him before today, and he decided to attack me. I tried to defend myself and got in trouble for it. How unfair was that? Wasn’t the school supposed to protect its students against bullies?

Ugh.

Kelsey, my best friend since kindergarten, leaned back in her chair and shot me a sad look. Unlike me, who never had detention before in my life, she spent nearly every week in here.

Kels had a knack for trouble.

The second Mrs. Whit glanced down at the trashy romance novel clutched inside her hands, Kelsey tossed a crumpled piece of paper at me. I picked up the note and straightened it.

She wrote: You should ask Mark to the spring fling. He’s the perfect guy for you.

I sighed and picked up my pen, writing: Absolutely not. We’re over. I’m not going anywhere with him, not after what he did.

I peered over my shoulder to pin Luca with a warning look before passing the note back to Kelsey. If he was going to rat me out, I made sure he knew he was in for some trouble.

I was no one’s pushover.

I still couldn’t figure out what provoked him to get physical like that with me. Whichever stupid excuse he had—or didn’t have—I was so going to get my revenge.

I barely twisted to face toward the front when a ball of paper hit me on the forehead. Kelsey spat out a laugh, which she tried to muffle behind her palm.

Mrs. Whit momentarily glared up at Kelsey before her eyes narrowed onto her book.

I unwrapped the paper ball and read the note: So he’s made a few small mistakes. Hails, he loves you. You’re perfect for each other. You’re like the king and queen of this school.

I couldn’t hold back a scowl and wrote: A king doesn’t cheat on his queen.

I threw the note at her.

What I didn’t write about was that I didn’t care about my social standing. Dumping him would lower my popularity ranking, sure, but I’d rather lose a few social points than kiss a guy with another girl’s lipgloss smeared across his lips.

This time as Kelsey turned, I lifted my hands to catch the ball of paper. However, Kelsey froze and stared at me with a mortified expression.