I can't believe I got detention

Arnold rested his head against his arm as he watched the second hand drag by. Not only was he stuck in detention for something he didn't do, but to top things off, he was missing out on the last game between the Cubs and Sox of the World Series.

How could life get any worse? The junior high school student asked.

"Arnold?" His eyes drifted to the doorway to find Phoebe standing at the doorway. "What a surprise?"

"Hey Phoebe, what are you doing here?"

Her eyes fell to the ground. "Detention,"

"You got to be kidding me," He watched her body sway as she took the seat beside him.

When did she change?

Certainly she could not be the same Phoebe from Mr. Simmons class. Arnold watched the black-haired beauty search her backpack.

He watched her giggle before resting her hands on her lap. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"It's just that you've changed,"

"I hope that's a good change,"

"It's a really good change," So maybe she didn't change that much but what she changed was enough to change her.

Phoebe smiled. "And so have you. So where's the teacher who's supposed to supervise?"

Moments later, a young woman entered into the room. No doubt she was the teacher hosting detention. And although he was probably missing one of the most important games of all, he couldn't take his eyes away from Phoebe. She was stunning and charming and graceful and smart. Not to mention drop-dead-gorgeous.

"What are you looking at?" She whispered.

"You're really pretty." He replied, narrowing his gaze.

He watched her cheeks turn a slight red before she focused back on her book.

Arnold tried to focus his attention back to his work but time and time again he'd find his gaze returning back to Phoebe dressed in a dark blue, tunic that showed off her milky-white shoulders. Tight black leggings hugged her thighs and legs were met with black sneakers that provided a little extra height. Back in grade school, she was the only girl who happened to be his same height.

He watched her all through the hour and half detention only to end up with more questions than answers. He remembered her always hanging around Helga but he often wondered why? She wasn't at all like her friend, in fact, she seemed opposite.

"Alright you two, time's up," The teacher stood up. "Now, run along."

"You still haven't told me why you got into detention in the first place," He walked with her out of the halls of their high school.

"I suppose I was helping out a friend," She said looking away and bringing him back to the old Phoebe he used to know; the one who would go the extra mile for a friend. Another trait they both had in common.

"It's nice to know some things hasn't changed,"

"I'll say. You haven't changed much either. Still as cute as I remembered," She stopped right before the door, resting her hand gently on the handle. "Arnold, I wanted to thank you."

"For what?"

"For caring back when I had that little incident in front of the school. You always go above and beyond the call of duty. It's admirable and motivating,"

"Anytime,"

She left him with a smile then proceeded out into the soft rain. Now he realized what Gerald had seen in her before he started going out with the new student from Paris.

And now, he watched her disappear into the rain.