Another plot bunny that I've developed. As with my other stories don't expect frequent updates for a while. The story's title is named after the song

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Jenny looked at her GCSE textbook, no matter how hard she tried the math problem in front of her it would not change to make sense. Why did it have letters again, why couldn't they stick with numbers? What was with all of the minus numbers, did a minus times a minus equal a plus or minus?

She was interrupted by a small explosion from the room next door. She rolled her eyes and went back to reading the algebra question. Her dad was probably experimenting again.

She did know what he did, she was forbidden from entering that room, the times she had when her father was out she hadn't found anything but she wasn't thick. She figured something was up. Her mother used to say she got her slight paranoia from her father. Her alarm rang signalling she should be getting up. It would have been better if she had gone to sleep instead of staying up attempting the maths homework.

She hurried to the bathroom hoping a shower would yield some insight into her maths homework.

It didn't, so Jenny was walking to school with her uncompleted maths homework weighing her down. She was trying to form and excuse that wasn't lame unrealistic or overused. So far she had zilch to match her homework, maybe she could borrow Adam's. He wouldn't mind.

She headed to her form room and sat down taking out her homework for a second attempt. Maybe if she was lucky the teacher would be ill or forget.

The bell rang and her form group bustled out of the room, Jenny was left hurriedly shoving the work back into her bag and leaving to head to her first class. English, at least she had finished her homework for it.

"Today we have a new boy joining the class, this is James Peters" Jenny looked at the new comer, nothing special, he was blond and heavily built. Kind of like a rugby player.

"Would everyone take out their homework about the poetry?" asked the teacher, Jenny's eyes widened. So she did have English homework she was supposed to have done. She probably could have done it in the time she was trying to do her Maths.

"Jennifer, would you like to start?" the teacher asked.

"Not really, no," she replied airily, as if she hadn't just been disrespectful. The teacher sighed.

"Have you done the work?"

"See my previous answer"

"You know this means detention?" Jenny nodded then thought for a second.

"I don't think I'll be able to attend"

"Why not?" asked the teacher raising an eyebrow.

"Chances are I'm going to have a maths detention as well." There were a few sniggers around the room.

"Why don't you do your homework? It's set for a reason," asked the teacher exasperatedly. Jenny was a repeat offender for this, her school work was fine it was just homework being the problem… and maths. They had ruled out copying as on her tests she managed to pass and she had to sit on her own most of the time. Only Adam didn't object to her presence in class and he was only in a few of them. Luckily he was in her English class so she didn't have to suffer in silence.

"I don't do it for a reason," Jenny said meeting the teachers gaze.

"What reason would it be this time?"

"What's the reason I get set homework if you've figured I don't do it?" Jenny replied. She had perfected the look she had on her face, it was one that made her look like she wasn't all there, daydreaming or something.

"Just go stand outside" the teacher sighed. Before she left Jenny turned to Adam.

"Time?" She asked to everyone's confusion.

"Three minutes forty seven seconds" Jenny left the room feeling disappointed; her best time was thirty seconds less.

She sat out in the hallway for half an hour, doing as much of her maths homework as she could, before she was disturbed. She hadn't expected it, normally her teacher forgot about her. The new kid, James, exited the classroom looking around, he noticed Jenny sitting on the floor, her book open on her lap. She looked up to see him standing looking at her. A million reasons why he was here ran through her mind.

"Do ya mind? I am trying to do homework here," she said sounding annoyed.

"I got sent out, apparently swearing isn't allowed in class." Jenny saw a small smirk on his face, he was probably aware of the fact and had wanted to get kicked out. That could just be her being paranoid.

"Good for you, what do you know about maths since you seem to want to distract me?" Jenny asked, she might as well get help, she wasn't getting anywhere soon on her own and Adam didn't like being kicked out of lessons.

"What don't I know about maths?" the boy smirked cockily. If it wasn't for the fact she might actually get out of the maths detention she might have punched him.

"Then you can help me, unless of course you exaggerated." It was Jenny's turn to smirk.

With James's help Jenny got her homework done for once and was looking forward to hopefully going home on time tomorrow, she had a detention after school today from last Friday. At least this one wasn't homework related, it was for 'inappropriate behavior' during PE, in other words she had spent the whole of the period, when they were supposed to be playing dodge ball, sitting in the half way mark dodging any balls aimed at her. she hadn't wanted to get into more trouble for hurting them, it would happen if she decided to play. Her throwing skills were lethal.

The bell went and the both of them went to their next lesson, it was one of her options lessons. Jenny had picked German, not because she liked it, doing a language was compulsory and she hated French more than German. She found it somewhat fishy that the new kid was in this class too, she wanted to know how many others he was in.

The lesson had been quiet, each person working on written piece for coursework. Jenny could have sworn the new kid kept looking at her, she would be glad for PE. Girl and boys were separated for PE though sometimes two groups would join up for some good old girls versus boys games.

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