10 Things I Hate About You - Six
“Mr. Hanson!” Tom’s head shot up, seeing you stride into the detention classroom. He couldn’t fight the small smile that came with seeing you. Your hair was messy and in a ponytail from practice and you looked a little worn out.
“Hey, (L/N). What can I do for you?” You looked toward your left slightly, seeing Tom sitting at the desk.
“I, uh – I had some ideas on what we could do… to improve the soccer team!”
“Great! Tell me about it – later.” Mr. Hanson, who was also your soccer coach, turned away from you and busied himself with the bag of chips on his desk, the ones he had confiscated from a high student earlier. You looked toward Tom, seeing his eyes still trained on you. You nodded your head toward the window, signaling for him to head out of it. He gave you a confused look, lifting his shoulders and his hands to emphasize his confusion. You sighed, nodding toward it again and mouthing ‘the window!’, but he was still oblivious.
‘What?’ he mouthed back, causing you to roll your eyes. “The window!” You whisper-shouted, turning toward Mr. Hanson as he turned toward you, having heard you. You decided you’d need to distract him so Tom could get out so you quickly brought up the soccer team again. “See, we have a game against Crestmont High and they whoop our butts every year! So, I was thinking, I’ve devised a plan that’ll finally allow us to defeat them!” Tom tripped over a step on his way toward the window, hiding behind a pillar as Mr. Hanson turned around.
“What was that?”
“Uh – anyway!” You placed your hands on his shoulders, turning him to face you again and turning his attention away from Tom. Once Tom knew he was in the clear again, he tried toward the window again. “I was thinking we could use that thing you taught us–!”
“What thing?” You thought back to earlier soccer discussions, not recalling a recent one.
“Uh – misdirection!” You blurted out. He gave you a confused look, trying to recall this discussion, too.
“I taught you that?” You nodded vigorously.
“Yeah! You – or, Siegfried or Roy? Anyway, that’s not important! Think about it!” You shouted, noticing Mr. Hanson’s eyes traveling around the room trying to mentally account for everyone, at your burst he looked at you with wide eyes. “They’re looking left,” you grabbed his chin, turning his head left, “and we’re running right!” You turned his head right, “Boom, we score! We… win!” He nodded at you, still confused.
“Well, how do we get them to look left?” Again, Tom made too much noise, pulling the window up too fast and causing it to creek. “What the–?”
“Like this!” You grabbed his face, turning him toward you. You wracked your brain quickly for a diversion. Your hands spoke for you as they reached the hem of your shirt and pulled it up, flashing everyone your bra. You forced out a laugh, glancing toward the window to see that Tom had escaped successfully. You sighed in relief, rushing to pull your top down again before looking at Mr. Hanson. “Well! Now that I’ve shown you… ‘the plan’, I’m gonna go! And, uh, show the plan… to someone else!” You nodded, walking backwards as you flashed an awkward smile toward the coach, who refused to look you in the eye – or, at you at all. You were in such a daze at what you’d just done, you almost missed the soft applause for you as you exited the room.