Since my other stories are kind of flopping right now, I thought I'd give you guys something new to read for a while. The other stories will get posted eventually, but I just want to start something new. If Liss has time this week she will update it, cos I'm going away for a week.

I idolise John Hughes. He's my hero. So like my Fifteen Candles story, this one is kind of Breakfast Club inspired.

And Happy Birthday, Juju. This one's for you.

I didn't do anything wrong. I swear I didn't. I don't know why Principal Gupta feels the need to punish me like this, I SWEAR IT WASN'T ME!

Ok, so maybe it was me a little bit. And maybe it was wrong. But it's not like I meant for Principal Gupta to get so upset by it. It was supposed to be a joke (or so Lilly tells me). So it's totally unfair of her to send me to Saturday detention for it.

At least I'm not the only person here though. Lilly is also being punished for the same crime as me, and Lana and Josh are here for God knows what reason. They were probably caught Doing It in the locker rooms or something since apparently they're back together now. And then there's a couple of other kids I don't know too. Not kids I'd particularly like to get to know either.

Lars, to his dismay, is squashed in a desk at the back of the room. His glock wouldn't fit, so it's resting menacingly on the desk.

"This is bullshit," Lilly quipped. "Freedom of speech is not something you should be punishing students for. Gupta should be praising us and holding us up in assembly as role models for the clones who populate this Godforsaken school."

"Lilly," I said gently. Gentle, soothing tones usually work to calm Lilly's fractured nerves at times like this. "I think maybe we took it a little far. Freedom of speech is one thing, but what we did…"

"Mia!" Lilly barked. "Are you saying you regret what we did? Never, I repeat never, regret your actions. That's the sign of a weak person. We did what we believed in, and we need to stay true to that and stand up for it."

I didn't want to add that I'd only been doing what Lilly had believed in, and thought we should do. I didn't think it was necessarily the right thing to do. I certainly didn't feel the need to broadcast to the entire street outside school that Principal Gupta supposedly runs a sheep colony. I mean, I only did it because of Lilly. Peer pressure, I tell you. If anything, she's making me a sheep, not a free-minded individual like she thinks she is.

So now, because of Lilly and the five foot sign she had us tie on the roof of the school, I'm back at school at eight am on Saturday morning. It's a good thing Grandmere had given me the weekend off in order to 'prepare' myself for next weekend's ball. Ditching her for detention would not have sat well with her.

Saturday morning detentions are overseen by a senior from the school. It counts as an extra curricular activity on College applications, and so long as you have the balls to keep people in line, you have the whole day, with the library at your disposal, to research and study. It's a nerds dream job…expect for the whole keeping Jocks and jerks in line part. But there's always a teacher somewhere on campus, correcting tests or whatever, in case anything goes wrong.

"I know that, Lilly," I replied tiredly. "But I just think that…"

I never did get to tell Lilly what I thought, much like usual, because the library door opened and the senior in charge walked in. My mouth hit the floor in shock.

And I wasn't the only one in disbelief. "Michael?" Lilly coughed and sputtered.

Either he didn't hear her, or he chose to ignore her. He looked at both of us briefly, and then sat down at the front desk. "Most of you have been here before, you know the drill. No talking, no eating until I tell you it's lunch time and no distracting other people. Use this time to study, or use it to sleep. I don't care. Just get on with it."

Then he buried his head in a book.

That was it. No 'Hi, Mia, how are you?' No 'How's it going?' No nothing. Not that I expected him to say anything to me, but it would've been nice.

Who am I kidding? It would have been great. I've been idolizing the guy forever. But it's fruitless. Like he's ever going to be interested in a flat chested, stupid-at-Algebra fourteen-year-old like me. And besides, he's Lilly's brother. You just don't do that. You don't date best friends' ex-boyfriends or family members. It's not kosher.

Oh, but I want to date him! I don't care if he's Lilly's brother! I'm sure it matters to him, the fact that I'm his little sisters' best friend, but it doesn't matter to me!

"Mia!" I snapped out of my daydream of roller skating hand in hand with Michael around Central Park (where I didn't fall over at all once, so it couldn't have been a premonition. Damnit), and looked over at Lilly, who'd whispered my name.

"What?" I whispered back.

"Do you know why Michael's here?"

"No. Why would I know? He's your brother."

"Shh. No talking," Michael called out, not even looking up from his book.

Lilly tore out of scrap piece of paper and scribbled furiously on it for a minute. Then she passed it over.

Well he never tells me anything. I thought he may have mentioned it that night after the school dance. You know, when you two disappeared into his bedroom.

I turned beetroot red. Not that there was anything to hide. It's not as if anything had happened last week when Michael and I were alone in his bedroom. Please, I wish there was something to hide.

You knew about that? I wrote back. I hadn't thought anyone had noticed we disappeared. He was only showing me how he's taught himself to play the guitar. He's really talented too. He played me a song he wrote himself, Tall Drink of Water. Every time I think of the song I find myself stupidly wishing it had been written for me. About me. Ha, I'll keep dreaming. And no, he didn't tell me about supervising detention. Maybe he does it to get away from you on weekends.

I passed it back and opened up my Algebra book. No point in wasting this opportunity to brush up on my non-existent Algebra skills. Michael won't tutor me forever. Unfortunately.

A second later another note was thrown at me. And by thrown, I mean thrown. Lilly's aim is as good as her IQ, which is saying a lot. And when she puts a bit of muscle behind her throws, wadded up bits of paper can actually hurt when they hit you in the face. Particularly when they hit you in the eye.

"Ow," I muttered rubbing my eye and glaring at her. She, in turn, was glaring back.

What do you mean by that? Are you saying I'm not a nice person to be around? Who's the one with the boyfriend, Mia?

Whoa, that was a little below the belt. Sure my comment hadn't been too nice, but she knows how I feel about not having a boyfriend!

I wanted to write back 'A boyfriend who tucks his sweaters into his pants, always has food in his braces and is a mouth-breather! No thanks, I'd rather go without.' But today is going to be boring enough as it is, like I need the added grief of Lilly being mad at me. So instead, I wrote:

I didn't mean it like that, Lilly. I just meant that maybe this is something that he can do by himself, a bit of alone time. Why don't you just ask him? And maybe you should try out for the baseball team while you're at it. You could be a great pitcher.

I threw the note back, but not with as much force as she'd thrown it, and looked up at Michael. To my horror, or delight, I'm not quite sure, he was looking at me over the top of his book. He quickly ducked his head back underneath it.

Lilly's next note landed in front of my confused face.

Don't think I didn't see that. I know what's going on, Mia. I'm not stupid. Even if you're too blind and thick to see it for yourself.

What? He was just checking up on me, what is she talking about? So I asked her in a note.

She wrote back immediately.

Oh come on, Mia. No one's that blind. Just do something about it already and get it over with. Some of us have more important things to be wasting our time worrying about. And your love life is sadly not one of them.

My love life? What are you talking about Lilly? In case you haven't noticed, I don't have a love life! Not since Josh used me last week, remember? And it's not as if that little debacle will bring the boys a runnin'.

Whatever, Mia.

That's all she wrote. Whatever, Mia. I didn't even bother to reply again. She's so not worth it when she gets like this. It's like everyone has to be as smart as her, has to think along her wavelengths, and if they don't, they're stupid. I know I may not be as intelligent as her when it comes to things like math and whatever, but I'm not as totally useless as she always makes me out to be.

Ah hell, maybe I am.