Chapter 150

Diana's P. O. V

My thoughts spiraled around as I made my way towards the detention room. For one, who the hell was that Blondie?! West wouldn't let just anybody into his life, and he wouldn't just want anybody in his house.

Sure he organises frat parties, but it's not like he attends them, he's always tucked away in his room. But he seemed pretty cozy with that Blondie for some reason.

She wasn't even all that pretty, and her skin looked pretty pale too. She obviously had too much make up on, didn't take West for the guy who'd go for those plastic bimbos.

I pushed open the detention room door, to prove my suspicion, the old Spanish teacher was asleep. Turns out she gets paid extra for watching the students in detention. And at the rate West was thrown in here, she was making a lot of money off of him.

There he sat, at the end of the class, his hoodie over his head, his head on his desk, in his hands. West was asleep in detention!. This was classic.