Matt slouched in his chair, this had to be the most un-interesting, boring, and useless lesson he had ever attended, ever. As Ms Payne went on about the Columbus' disaster voyage, he rubbed his eyes. Would this ever end? He looked out the window, it was bright out. It was windy, the trees leaves danced in the wind. Then he heard, was it- music?

He turned towards the sound, then grinned. In the seat next to him, Viola was slouched so low that if you were to stand in the front of the class you'd think the seat was empty. She had huge head phones over her ears that were plugged into the Ipad in her lap. She worked fast, but for the moment she stopped to listen to the music, biting her lip. She looked over at him, he gestured to the screen with a raised eyebrow. She tilted it towards him, he leaned to get a closer look.

On the screen there was sheet music, along with a few other tabs. She went back to work as the song finished, adding notes, deleting verses, changing the key her piece was written in. She played it once more, biting her fingers softly. She replayed a part, concentrating. He turned away, pretending to concentrate on the teacher, it was hard with his goggles on. He sat in the back row, it was hard to see sometimes.

As Viola worked on her music he noticed Mello looking annoyed. He and Viola didn't get along very well, he was rude and she didn't take it. More than once he had walked in on them shouting at each other, and sometimes even resting. Mello looked back at V, it was unfortunate that he sat right in front of her and it was even more unfortunate that she sat behind him. She often kicked him when his temper got bad.

"Viola, turn your fucking music down." Mello shouted, turning around to face her. She scowled.

"Make me."

The teacher rushed to their seats, once she spotted the I-pad she went into a frenzy. "NO ELECTRONICS IN CLASS!" She stopped again, staring at Mello, "ARE YOU CHEWING GUM?!" He quickly swallowed, making a hideous gulping noise, the teacher looked at both of them, "ARE YOU BOTH TIPPING IN YOUR CHAIR?!" They slammed the front two feet of their chairs to the floor.

"DETENTION!" Ms Payne yelled, "DETENTION!"

"It's your fault I'm here!"

"Nope, you were the one chewing gum, and tipping in your chair." Viola answered calmly.

"No talking in detention," Roger reminded them. They nodded as they went back to scrubbing the hallway floor. "Make the floor really shine."

"Whatever," Mello said.

"No talking, gosh don't you listen?" Viola scrubbed the floor, furiously.

"Stop fighting, you two." Roger said sternly, "I have work to do and if a hear a peep out of either of you, you'll be trimming the bushes."

Viola groaned silently, trimming the bushes was tedious work. Roger walked down the hall, then went to his work room.

"Why do you sag?" Mello whispered.

"What?"

"Why do you sag your pants?" He asked again.

"I don't sag my pants!" Viola said angrily. He started to laugh, she scoffed "Why do you look like a girl?"

"I DON'T LOOK LIKE A GIRL, BITCH!" Mello roared.

"Mello, shut up or we'll have to trim Rogers bushes, do you want to trim his bushes? I sure don't." Viola whispered, holding her sponge out. He glared at her and went back to scrubbing.

After what seemed like hours, Roger came out of his study and inspected the floor. "Looks fine, now go enjoy your free time." He smiled warmly at them, Mello left, cursing as he did so.

Viola shook her head, heading to Ms Payne's room to get her I-pad back. She needed to finish the song by tomorrow, otherwise Ms Minor would be pissed. She grinned at Ms Minor's name, it's so ironic that Ms Minor was always under the weather and only seemed to write sad music.

She turned a corner collided with Alex, "HEY! Watch were your-" Alex stopped, realizing who she was shouting at. "Hey, how was detention?" She asked, her blonde hair bounced when she spoke.

"Living hell," Viola sighed, "Mello is such a friggin' jerk, he's so full of himself! Just because he's second!" She scratched her head, her blue highlights stuck out from the rest of her jet black hair. She straightened her glasses and glared off into the distance, "I bet I could beat him and come in second."

"Like, get better grades than him? Uh," Alex fiddled with the lace on her black skirt, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah!" Viola played with her thumb ring, "I don't even try, and look, I'm fourth. Your fifth. We don't even try! Most of the time I'm working on my music and non of the teachers really care! I bet if I tried I could beat him!"

"Would you beat Near?" Alex asked, her voice held something Viola couldn't recognise. She shook her head.

"Naw, Near's nice. I wouldn't mess with him." Viola said reassuringly. Alex nodded, "Anyway, I'm so hungry I could just die. Where can I stuff my face?"

"Maybe the lunch room." Alex grinned. Viola grinned too.

"Do you ever eat anything but caramel?" Mello sneered.

"Barley." Viola answered, resting her head on her knee. "Do you ever eat anything besides chocolate?"

"...Barley." Mello answered scowling. Matt sat beside the blonde devouring a bag of chips.

"I will take a potato chip," Avlon shouted, stealing a couple of potato chips from the bag and giving a few to Viola,

"AND EAT IT!" They yelled, shoving the chips into their mouths and making chomping noises.

Mello growled in annoyance, "Your both so immature."

"No way, we may act like it but we are mature." Avlon said, looking at him seriously.

"Why do you act that way?" Matt asked, grinning.

Viola grabbed a french fry off her plate and waved it around, "because It's entertaining!" The fry flew out of her fingers, she turned to pick it up but stared up in horror. The french fry had landed right on Watary's forehead! He, of course, stood right behind her chair.

"Slick." Matt scoffed.

"I'm so sorry Watary!" She jumped out of her seat and snatched it off his face. He sighed and grabbed a handkerchief out of his breast pocket and rubbed away the remaining salt on his forehead.

"Viola, please stand up straight. I may have to send you to posture class." Watary scolded.

"Posture class?" Viola asked, raising an eyebrow. "Why? L gets to have bad posture, why don't I?"

"L is a different case."

"Why?"

"He is the best detective in the world, he can do what he likes."

"..." Viola stared at the floor.

"Also please pull up your pants."

She looked up at him, "Why?"

"Because I said so."

With a sigh she pulled up her pants, only they dropped back down to her hips.

"Uh oh," She said.

"Do you have a belt?" Watary questioned. She shook her head. "I will get one for you then."

"Why can't I where my pants the way I want?"

"It isn't proper." He answered.

"Well, did you see Mello's shorts the other day? They were SO SHORT!" Viola said, pointing an accusing finger at Mello.

"The last time I checked, his grades were better than your's." Watary answered.

Viola gaped at him, then plopped back onto her chair angrily, "THAT'S IT!" She turned to Mello, "I know I can be second if I wanted to!"

Mello smiled, "in a month?"

"YES! If you keep on being second then I lose." Viola leaned against the table.

"If you lose you have to buy my a pound of chocolate and deliver it to me in a pink flowery dress."

"...I'm saving up for something." She said, playing with her thumb ring, "An electric guitar, costs a thousand bucks. I've got five hundred already saved, if you lose then you pay me the other half of the thousand dollars....and you have to deliver it to me in a pink Lolita dress." She looked at him over the rim of her glasses, "Frills, bows, whole nine yards."

"PFF, fine!" Mello said, "Deal!"

She grinned, "you're going to regret it."

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