I sighed a little too loudly, catching the attention of my fellow saturday detention-ers. I gave a weak smile to Billy Colins, who was staring at me like I was the most interesting person in the world. I sighed once more, pulling out a seat from one of the desks (that made an awful screeching noise) and plopped myself down into it.

Four hours of detention? On a saturday? This is cruel and unusual punishment.

But who knows, maybe we can go all breakfast club and become best friends and even find my true love.

My eyes scanned the room – Billy Colins, Amber Addison, Oliver Oken, Jake Ryan, and Stephanie LaBelle.

Not exactley who I would choose as my true love, or even my 'best friends' for that matter. Well, except for Oliver Oken, who was already my best friend. And Jake Ryan. We were friends.. sorta.. kinda, well, he's extremely cute.. but he dated.. okay, lets not get into this.

I gigged a bit as I saw Amber Addison sitting uncomfotably next to Billy Colins, who was looking at her longily. Billy was a bit, um, girl obsessed. You could say 'oh, he's just a teenage boy.' But you don't understand. He's flat out creepy. He would go for any girl; no joke. He was short, skinny, and gangly. He had dark brown, almost black hair and a tan complextion. He did have nice teeth, though. I'd have to give him that.

My head jerked up and away from Amber and Billy at the sound of a closing door. Mr. Donohue walked in, a clipboard clutched flirmly in his hands. His eyes scanned the room, and he looked down to his clipboard. He tapped loudly with his pen, making the rest of us grow impatient.

He placed the pen on top of an empty desk and started to read off names on the clipboard, "Amber Addison?"

I blocked out the rest of the names being called until the sound of my name being said finally caught my attention. I got like, a whole one minute of blockage considering that there were only five other kids in the room. "Lilly Truscott?" I heard again, Mr. Donohue staring at me, wating for me to answer.

It's like, he sees me there but still wants me to say 'here.' Idiot. "Here." I mumbled, chipping some blue nailpolish off of my nails.

Then Mr.Donohue continued, lecturing on about how we're not only wasting our saturdays, but his as well. And how he was dissapointed in us and we can't talk or leave the room or whatever the hell he was saying. I just sat there, continuely picking at my nailpolish and pretty much ignoring anything Mr.Donohue had to say.

And then he made his depature, slamming the door shut and mumbling something about needing a coffee or whatever. I looked over at Oliver and gave him a pleading look, he shrugged.

"This is torture." I said. Oliver nodded in agreement before getting up out of his chair and moving over to the desk opposite mine.

He looked extremely tired and like he just rolled out of bed. His hair was sticking up, and he was wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants. Oliver always gets dressed up nice and fresh. I couldn't help but laugh.

"What?" He asked, crinkling his eyebrows.

I shook my head, "Nothing, it's nothing."

He rolled his eyes and placed his head on the desk, inside of his arms. Seems he was too tired to try and persuade me to tell him something completely meaningless and stupid. He usually does, though. And doesn't shut up until I tell him. I love him and all, but jeesh.

"Are we seriously not going to talk and just sit here?" Stephanie LaBelle said, turning in her seat to face all the kids in the classroom. I felt annoyed just by looking at her. I mean, I like Stephanie. Shes nice and caring and doesn't drink and make bad choices like the majority of my class. But, shes beautiful. Effortlessly beautiful. She's easily the prettiest girl in our grade. She doesn't even try, while you have Amber over there caked on with tons of make-up. But yet Steph's still prettier. And it bugs me. Everyone loves her, everyone. She was brunette. Her hair was straight and shiny. She had piercing blue eyes and a perfect, 'i never needed braces' smile. Not to mention she could eat anything in her path and still keep her slender figure.

"You heard Mr. Donohue." Billy answered. I rolled my eyes. Of course he'd answer; any chance to talk to a girl.

I heard Amber sigh, "As if I'd want to talk to you geeks, anyways." She contined looking in her compact mirror, applying a fresh coat of sparkling pink lipgloss. We were in detention.. come on now, lipgloss?

"I agree with you, Steph." I said. Out of pity, really. She was getting shit on for one simply little question, "And who cares what Mr. Donohue said. He isn't here, is he?"

Stephanie flashed one of her dazling smiles, "Exactley."

"So.. what do we exactley talk about?" Jake Ryan asked. Whoa. Almost forgot he was here. Wait a minute, why was Jake Ryan here? I never thought a teacher would have the balls to send Mr. Zombie Slayer to saturday detention.

"Um." Stephanie put a finger up to her chin and tapped it dilingently, then looked at Jake curiously. "Why are you here?"

"Kunkle. Enough said." Jake answered, "And you?"

Stephanie looked at him suspiciously, "Really, what'd you do, Jake?"

"Thats for me to know and for you to never found out." He gave a sly grin, then laughed it off. "Nah, I was just eating in her class again. I guess she was getting sick of it. So here I am."

Stephanie crinkled her eyebrows, "Thats the worst reason ever. Anyways, I'm here because I called Mrs. Stevens a bitch."

This surely caught my attention, even Oliver's head managed to shoot up. "Mrs. Stevens?" I asked her carefully, she nodded, biting her lip.

"I couldn't stand her anymore!" We all laughed, nodding our heads in agreement. Oh, how I despise that woman.

"Man, I wish I was in your class. I would of loved to see that." I said, admiring Steph's reason for getting detention. There wasn't a kid in the school who liked Mrs. Stevens. She had it coming.

"Thats freakin' awesome!" Oliver exclaimed, giving Steph a high-five. She was smiling now, a blush across her face at all the attention. Man, you'd think she'd be used to it by now.

"What about you, Lilly?" She turned to me, I put my face down.

"Lets not play this game anymore." I said, shaking my head. There was no way I was telling these people what went down when I got this detention.

Oliver looked at me sympathetically. He should know, he was there.

"No, Lilly-" Steph started, but was cut off by Billy.

"So, Oken. I heard you punched Connor Heil."

Oliver froze, not making eye contact with anyone. I looked away, afraid of what might happen.

"Not now, Billy." Oliver said clamly. I took a deep breath.

"Aw, come on! Where are the details? Lilly, you saw it, right?"

"Not now, Billy!" Oliver yelled, causing the boy to jump back in his seat. His eyes were widened in fear, afraid maybe that he would be the next one Oliver would punch.

"Sorry." Billy mumbled, sitting back in his chair silently.

Oliver sighed loudly, sitting back in his own chair as well.

Complete and utter awkward silence filled the room.

Ding.

The clock went off, signaling that the first hour of detention was here-by over.

"Enough of this!" Amber said, stuffing her cellphone that she was continuely texting on back inside her Louis Vuitton purse.

We all looked at her skeptically. She wore a sly expression.

"Who wants to play truth or dare?"

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Author's Note: This is my first EVER fanfiction. I'm really excited for this! I already have the plan, and it's going to be five chapters long. Four chapters – One for each hour, and then one more chapter for the Epilogue to show what the aftermath is. I really hope you guys all like this! And yes, it's in Lilly's point of view, and no, Miley will not be in this. She'll probably be in the last chapter though. She will, though, be mentioned.

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