Bella Swan, Edward Masen, Alice Brandon, Emmett McCarthy, Rosalie Hale and Jasper Whitlock all attend Forks High, so none of them are strangers but they all belong to different 'cliques' or social circles - whatever you may want to call it. They end up winding themselves in Saturday detention for the next FOUR Saturdays. That's a month people. :)

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To those nine people I'm sorry :( I'm redoing this chapter - only because it pisses me off to no end, and I really didn't want Bella to be a library loser in this story - as she is in most.

I already started my next chapter and it was going to be EPOV about how he got himself landed in Saturday detention but I decided that I would just put both Bella's and Edward's in this chapter. So bare with me, this chapter will be switching POV's more then a couple times. But atlas it will only be for this chapter.

I have a good plot I want to use for this story, a couple things I'm excited to do with these characters. I already know how this story is ending, but I do need some help or ideas on what can happen while they attend Saturday detention. Keep in mind that After the first detention they go back to school for a week, followed by another detention that Saturday and so on..

So any ideas or whatever would be greatly appreciated :) ALSO - I'm going to try and keep this story twenty chapters or less, depending on how many ideas I come up with.

ALSO I WILL BE ADDING PICTURES AND SHIT FOR THIS STORY ON MY PROFILE. :)

Thanks for reading my rambling :) LOL.

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The Closer You Get

BPOV

Tuesday.

"We're going to get caught if you don't hurry up."

"No, we're going to caught if you don't shut the hell up!" I argued. I tried to whisper, but it more of less came out as a scream. I took a couple deep breaths and turned to Jacob. "Just shut up, so I can finish and we can leave." He looked at me as if he was trying to calm himself down, taking deep breaths as well, and simply nodded. I forced a smile and went back to the computer screen.

My boyfriend was just a pussy.

Eureka.

"Bella. You're in now, I'm leaving. I'll see you at school tomorrow." I nodded, not taking my eyes off the screen as he got up, kissed me on the top of my head and left. I mumbled a quick 'goodbye', and 'thanks' as he retreated out the door.

Isabella Maire Swan: GPA - 89%

Math - 97%

English - 99%

Biology - 95%

Bingo.

Physical Education - 78%

"Asshole!" I muttered under my breath, after scanning the screen in front of me. "Mm." I brought my index finger to my mouth, aimlessly chewing on my nail, while I thought. Fair but reasonable. I right clicked the mislay 78 damn percent, and dragged the mouse over the change button before clicking that as well.

Physical Education - 90%

I smiled. I was rather proud of myself as I quickly excited out of everything and turned the computer off.

When the monitor turned off and the motor slowed down, I quickly scanned the room. I couldn't see anything right yet except for black as my eyes got use to the darkness. I leaned down and grabbed my school bag by my feet and stuffed the passwords for the school computer into it. I got this weird feeling that I wasn't alone in the room. When I looked up and I noticed a rather large shadow standing in the doorway. I jumped slightly before I realized who it could be.

"Jake, shit. You scared me. I thought you left. Guess what?" I didn't give him a chance to answer, maybe a couple of seconds before I started talking again. "I now have a 90 in gym. Aren't you proud of me?" I joked, as I stood up and started walking over to him. The shadow in front of me fidgeted a little as I got closer before I noticed a long squared object in his hand. He raised it and shined a bright light on me.

Shit.

I stopped dead in my tracks and just lamely stood there as if he wouldn't see me if I didn't move. I reminded myself of a deer caught in headlights. I inwardly laughed a little at myself, wondering what I must look like than I realized that this situation is not funny and this was not the time to laugh. I debated running in my head very quickly, but of course I decided against it. I obviously wouldn't get far because this man was standing in the door way, plus even if I did get out he could probably catch me, seeing how I can't even walk on a flat surface let alone run.

That's why I'm here in the first place!

Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion as the man started to walk towards me still shining his flashlight on me. As he got closer I noticed he was a security guard. I didn't even know our school had one. The mans lips were moving, but I couldn't hear him, or anything except my extremely loud heart beating in my chest.

Aw, shit. I got caught.

EPOV

Wednesday.

I was currently sitting in English trying not to fall asleep. Banner - the only and poorly educated English teacher at Forks High was reading out loud a book called 'The Outsiders."

Seriously, in junior year, teachers still do that shit?

"In New York, Dally blew off steam in gang fights, but here, organized gangs are rarities - there are just small bunches of friends who stick together, and the warfare is between the social classes. A rumble, when its called is usually born of a grudge fight, and the opponents just happen to bring their friends alone. Oh, there are a few named gangs around, like the River Kings and the Tiber Street Tigers, but here in the Southwest there's no hang rivalry. So Dally, even though he could get into a good fight sometimes, had no specific thing to hate. No rival gang. Only Socs. And you can't win against them no matter how hard you try, because they've got all the breaks and even whipping them isn't going to change that fact. Maybe that was why Dallas was so bitter.

He had a reputation. They have a file on him down at the police station. He had been arrested, he got drunk, he rode in rodeos, lied, cheated , stole, rolled drunks and jumped small kids - he did everything. I didn't like him, but he was smart and you had to respect him. "

I tried listening, but it was hard. All I could seem to focus on was Banner's lips, as his mouth opened and closed with each word he read. And that was making me even more tired, and being tired makes me cranky and when I'm tired and I'm not allowed to sleep in my bed because of the confines of this shitty school I get even more pissed.

I couldn't take it anymore. I laid my head on the cold hard table. My eyelids fluttered a little bit until they were completely closed. I was almost there when I felt a someone smack my leg.

Newton, your going to get it for waking me the fuck up. And Jesus Christ, was it really necessary to hit me so damn hard?

The force of the smack jerked my foot that was resting on the stool in front of me. My foot got caught in the metal bar of the stool and it came crashing down at my feet with a loud thud. The whole classroom went silent. I looked up, and everybody was gawking at me, I probably would of blushed if it we're anyone but me. I chanced a glance at Banner who was obviously glaring at me for interrupting his wonderful reading. I rolled my eyes at the thought.

I could hear Newtons muffled girly giggling from beside me. He tried to hide his laughter from me by covering his mouth with his hand, but I could see the definite amusement in his eyes. Fat chance Newton. I glared at him and he fell silent. I smirked at that. Ah, God. Newton you crack me the fuck up. Grow some balls and leave the pussy to me. "Mr. Masen, do you have something you want to add?"

"Huh." I said lamely looking up at him in the front of the class.

"Since you enjoy interrupting my classroom so much, would you like a chance to read?"

"Uh, no." I replied.

"And whys that?" He smirked.

"I don't want too.." I said simply.

"Is that really it or is there something else? Because you don't come to English very often, I'm beginning to think that you aren't able to read. Am I right?" The whole class burst out in laughter.

"Uh, excuse me?" I said, royally pissed off.

"If you can read, then read the next paragraph Masen, I do not have all day. Page 21." I stared at him. Did he really just accuse me of not being able to read? Are teachers even allowed to do that? "Don't just sit there, hurry up." He said, leaning back in his chair.

"Fuck. You." I spat, standing up from my seat.

"Edward, what are you doing? Sit back down!" Mike whispered, tugging on the sleeve of my leather jacket. I yanked my arm out of his grasp and made my way towards the door.

"Masen! Back in your seat now!" Banner hollered sitting up from his desk.

"Go. Fuck. Your. Self." I spat again before slamming the door.

I could hear the sound of the door slamming echoing through the hallway. "OFFICE NOW!" I heard after the hallway stilled. I clenched my fists in my jacket pockets as I stormed my way to Varner's office.

BPOV

Wednesday

"Care to explain yourself Isabella?"

"Bella." I sighed. I leaned back in the hardwood chair in the principles office. I crossed my legs and arms and waited for the punishment to start.

"Are you going to explain yourself, Bella?" I cringed at the way he said my name. "I mean, you break into the school way past the schools closing hours in the middle of the night. And not only did you just break into the school. You broke into my office." I stared at him blankly before shrugging my shoulders and sighing.

Mr. Varner was sitting on the edge of his desk directly in front of me. His arms were crossed and his legs were stretched out in front of him almost touching mine. He leaned in closer to me so I could feel and smell his stinky coffee breath on my face. "So, why did you do it?" He asked for the millionth time since I've been in his office for the mislay twenty whole minutes.

Like I was really going to tell him why I broke in. If he didn't know, I wasn't going to tell him.

I'd rather not get in any more trouble, thanks.

Again I didn't say anything. I shrugged and turned my head so I wasn't looking him in the face. "Okay, fine. Bella." He sighed and stood up before walking back behind his large mahogany desk and plopping himself in his brown leather chair. He started shuffling some papers around on his desk before he opened up a tan colored folder. "The school board as suggested a new program. They've decided that instead of expelling or suspending children that this method was more effective. Forks High is the last school in Washington to do this."

"Okay.." I said, waiting for him to continue. I was a little scared, but knowing that I wasn't going to get expelled calmed me down a bit.

Just play it cool Bella. He should be expelling your ass.

"You and four other students will be spending the afternoon with me every Saturday for the next month. So that is four whole Saturdays." I gaped at him, he took a deep breath before he continued. "So you should clear your schedule Bella."

"So, what. I seriously just come to school every Saturday?" I fumed. Hanging out at school on a Saturday was not my idea weekend. I sat straight up in my seat, gripping the railing of the chair. He nodded and said a quick 'yup.' "You got to be kidding? Can't you just suspend me or something?"

"Miss. Swan. Calm down and sit back in your seat." I didn't even realize I was standing. I took a couple of deep breaths, my chest heaving as I waited for myself to calm down. I clenched my fists and took my seat. "You'd rather be suspended? That would be on your permanent record. Do you really want that?"

"No." I sighed, defeated.

"Great. Now this is how it works. Pay attention." I nodded and waited for him to continue. He kept shuffling around more papers on his desk before handing me a couple sheets. I reached out and grabbed them. "Miss. Swan your number was a nine." He said, I nodded again, not knowing what that meant. "Based on the actions of one student I give them a number. Numbers range from one to ten. Numbers five to ten are to report to Saturday detention with myself. And numbers one to four are to have regular lunch or afternoon detention with Mr. Banner."

As he was speaking I skimmed over the papers that he had giving me. I read over the first page quickly. It basically explained what the schedule was when we got there on Saturday. From nine - eleven it was reading or working silently. At eleven we got a half hour break to eat if we had a snack, but that was silent as well. Eleven thirty - one thirty was more reading or working. Lunch was one thirty - two thirty, we we're allowed to talk and hang out then, and we we're also allowed to go outside just as long as we stayed on school property. After lunch was followed by more silent reading or work till four.

The second piece of paper was explaining more of what Varner had said about the detention thing, and how that worked. It just got into more detail but it was just basically for my parents. At the bottom of that page there was a place to put your comment. He had put the reason why I was getting in trouble.

'Broke into school grounds past schools closing hours .'

That was obviously for my parents as well. The third piece of paper was a list of names of the four other students who we're going to be having detention with me this Saturday.

Brandon, Alice - G11.

Hale, Rosalie - G12.

McCarty, Emmett - G12.

Swan, Isabella - G11.

Whitlock, Jasper - G12.

I stared blankly at the piece of paper. I read they names over and over again trying to place them somewhere. Alice Brandon hangs out with the art freaks, or whatever. You don't really see much of them because there always together in the art department. I've only ever seen Alice around the school a couple times, usually when she was in the lunch line at the cafeteria. She's pretty from what I can recall. Same height as me, with long straight black hair. The times I've seen her, her hair was up in a tight ponytail and she was wearing a pair of denim overalls with paint smeared all over them.

So I'm going to put this out there and assume that she paints.

Rosalie Hale is pretty much queen bee of this pathetic school. Why she would want that reputation? Who the hell knows. I honestly, know nothing about Rosalie except that she's super rich and very popular. She has this amazing super model body that Daddy Hale probably bought for her. I'm pretty sure everything about her is fake. It wouldn't surprise me if that statement was true. She hangs out with Tia Amazon and Victoria Randall are pretty big bitches if I do say so myself.

Vicwhoria and Cuntia.

Actually now that I think about it, I don't think Rosalie's ever hangs out with boys, or even has a boyfriend.

Maybe she's a dyke?

Rosalesbian.

Then there's Emmett. Who is pretty up there in the social status like Rosalesbian. But unlike Rosalie, Emmett actually has a reason to be popular. He's the schools star quarterback. And that's the pretty much only reason why I know who the hell Emmett McCarthy is. I've watched a couple football games when I use to go with Jake - Emmett's really good, from what I can tell with my lack of football knowledge and shit. And Jasper who hangs out with the pot smokers and hardcore druggies. I'm not sure if he's into that shit, but he hangs out with Peter Marcus who is a well known drug dealer.

I would know, my father is police Chief.

Other than that, I don't know Jasper. But he is one fine piece of ass, just like his pops. It's sad if I really think about it. Daddy DILF Whitlock and Charlie have been BBF's for as long as I can remember.

"Bella?"

"Oh, Sorry." I replied, waking up from my daze.

"Yes. So, today's Wednesday. You will report to your classes for the rest of the day, followed by Thursday and Friday, you should do the same. On Saturday report out front bright and early at 9AM, just as you would any other school day. The school doors will open exactly at 9, no minute earlier. That's everything Bella. You can go back to class now."

"Wait, um. How long is it? I mean, detention?" I asked as I stood up.

"It ends at four, like any other day at school. The papers in your hand tell you everything you need to know. Have a nice day."

I mumbled a quick thanks, as he went back to typing on his computer. I stuffed the papers in the front pocket of my bag. I left his room garishly slamming the door.

I forced a smiled at Mrs. Cope when I noticed Edward Masen sitting on one of the empty chairs by Varner's office doors. He obviously noticed why I smiled at her because when I looked at him he was giving me this psycho death glare. Was that really suppose to scare me? I smirked and flipped him the bird before I turned around and walked out of the room.

Edward Masen. How do I explain him? He's very, very good looking in his own little way.

It's not as obvious as lets say Emmett. But Edward has this whole bad boy persona working for him - with his black leather jacket and weirdly colored sex hair.

But other than that - I don't know him well, honestly, I've never really met him. On the whole lame social scale, Masen is at the very bottom. Even Jasper and his druggie friends are higher than him. Edward's dating Tanya Denali who is just as low as him on the social status. Tanya's known in Forks High for being easy. Other than that, Tanya hates me for unknown reasons and I guess that means Edward hates me too.

I sighed and continued my walk down the school halls to the last class of the day.

EPOV

Wednesday

"Your fucking kidding?" I blinked a couple times.

He has to be kidding. Can they even do that?

"No, Mr. Masen. I am not." He replied. "And watch your language, that is what got you in here in the first place." I sighed and leaned back in my chair. There was no arguing with him. I already told him about what Banner had said, but of course he wouldn't believe me. "You may be excused now, but do not be late Saturday." I nodded, and slouched my way out of his office.

Fuck my life.

Tanya's going to hate me for fucking up the weekend.

Dads going to grill my ass for getting in trouble.

Motherfucker.

I clenched my fists in my jacket pocket as I proceeded to make my way to my car, I was not in the mood to go to any more classes today. Tanya would just have to meet me at my car after school if she wanted a drive home. I felt something scratch against my index finger, I reached deeper into my pocket and grabbed what was scratching me. It was the papers Varner had giving me explaining everything about this damn detention. I read the over the names a couple times in my head.

Alice Brandon, I have no idea who the hell you are.

Rosalie Hale, you're a stupid bitch who is way to self absorbed. But I'll give you the benefit of the doubt because you have one rockin' body.

Emmett McCarthy, your one giant fucking orangutan who probably has a brain the size of his balls.

Isabella Swan, you have one nice motherfucking ass and I give you more bone points for having balls when you flipped me that long sexy finger of yours.

Jasper Whitlock, you my fine brother have very nice fucking weed.

I leaned back into my seat, and closed my eyes. I'd have time for at least a thirty minute nap until school was over and I could drive Tanya home. By the time I get home, dad should hopefully be at work.

Obviously Edward has some issues, at school and at home. I'll get to that later in other chapters :).

Do you like it? Let me know. :)

The next chapter is going to be lame. It's going to be Edward telling his dad, and Tanya. And Bella telling Jacob and her dad.

Chapter three will be the first day in detention.

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