Okay, I had started a Twilight, but I decided to stick to my pokemon... it is not as serious. Anyway, I figure since I am doing a Paramore Contestshipping fic, I should do a Paramore Ikarishipping fic. So yeah, anyway enjoy and if you haven't reviewed New Bark High, do so, I need to make it to 200! AND FOR THE RECORD, I DO NOT OWN THIS SONG!

" I'm sitting in a room

Made up of of only big, white, walls

And in the halls

There people looking through

The window and the door

They know exactly what we're here for

Don't look up just let them think

There's no place else you'd rather be."

Dawn looked around the huge white room. It had no posters, not board and no overhead. Nothing at all to keep your attention, nothing but one medium sized black clock that hung from the center of the back wall. Of course she was in detention, did it ever stop? At least twice a month Paul and herself ended up here. Dawn looked over and gazed at Paul, whom was busying himself with a rubber band and several small balled up pieces of paper. She hated when his temper got them both in trouble, although, this time she was kind of glad to be stood up for. Yet, still annoyed, she went from never having detention, to knowing where detention was held every week and by whom. Dawn's head snapped up as she heard faint whispers from outside the door.

" Paul should break up with her, she isn't worth it." One boy mumbled.

" Him?" A girl's voice snapped back. " The poor girl looked mortified by her so called "boyfriends" actions." She then heard a sharp in take of air. " I wouldn't be surprised if she just dumbed him. Popularity isn't even thing."

" She was always popular," Another girl's voice snapped. " Now move over so I can see them. Man, I bet they are both miserable."

" Dawn is hot." Another boy mumbled.

" Not as sexy as Paul." One girl protested. Dawn sighed. This happened almost every time. Every time they had detention, there would be some group of teens gathered around the door commenting on them or their life. So what if she didn't want to be here. Who ever wanted to be in detention? That wasn't what annoyed her most though, what really annoyed her was the rumors. Some times they would be right of course, like today everyone knew that it was a fight, but this only happened a mere thirty- five percent of the time. Last week it was rumored that she and Paul had some unspoken kind of relation in the janitor's closet. Dawn would have gone crazy by now if not for her friends. Her eyes wavered again towards the clock. Thirty - five more minutes. Subconsciously her mind began to reminisce of the events that put her in here.

" I love you May." Drew said while holding the angry girl at least an arms length away from himself.

" I hate you Drew." The girl fumed as she tried with all her might to slap him. " Don't you dare pick on the way I eat again." The entire tabled let out a amused giggle. I was just walking up to join the table with my tray.

"So what's going on?" I asked as my eyes flashed to everyone at the table. Ash was directly across from me with Misty comfortably leaning on his shoulder. Drew and May were on the opposite side, beside me, with an uncomfortable gap between them. I didn't have to be here for the whole thing to know Drew had started it. Actually I really didn't need to be there for any of it, it was evident by the wide smirk on his face. May was now pouting, since she didn't succeed in hurting Drew. Paul sat across with me, the only one without a tray. Instead he sat there with a bottle of Dr. Pepper, watching my face intently. " What?" I questioned, however Misty answered, not realizing my question was meant for Paul's gaze.

" Drew told May that she ate like Ash. You know the usual." I giggled as Misty rolled her eyes watching May attempt, in vain I might add, to hit Drew once more. My eyes then flickered back to Paul, who was now reading a " Trainer's Daily" magazine.

" You're not eating?" I asked quietly, being his girlfriend, I had now took an active concern for his health. I knew it annoyed him although he didn't say it out loud, littler hints like his shrugs, glares, and custom rolling of the eyes made it unmistakable.

" No, I had a big breakfast." He said nonchalantly as he went back to reading the current page of the magazine. I pouted in his direction. I guessed he suspected it by the way he groaned and rolled his eyes. " If you want me to eat, I suggest you go and buy it. I am not going to get the food and eat it too." He then took a twenty dollar bill out of his pocket and laid it on the table in between us. I smiled although he wasn't watching and took the money and headed to the line for pizza. I stood there until I felt a strange feeling moving up the back of my leg. I turned quickly to see what it was.

" You pervert!" I hissed as I slapped the boy's hand away from the tail of my skirt.

" Come on, you know you like me?" The slimy voice replied, it came from Rodger, the star player of the soccer team. He gave me a devilish grin as I turned and stuck my nose in the air. Not realising that by turning back around I gave him a second chance. This time one of his hands grabbed my waist and the other made it's way up my leg again.

" Pervert!" I screamed as I began to throw punches towards him. He easily moved back dodging my three off mark blows. However, he didn't see the next one. Probably because it didn't come from me. I looked up from my fury just in time to see him hit the ground. My eyes lit up I knew I hadn't hit him. I then looked to the right of me and Paul was there kicking the boy's pained body. Ash and Drew both came, it took both of them to pull Paul away from the boy.

" You FREAK!" Rodger said getting up to face Paul, the bruises were evident until he pulled down his shirt and wiped the trickle of blood from his nose. He then punched Paul in the stomach, it was easy, only because Ash and Drew were still holding Paul's arms. I heard my boyfriend let out a faint growl as he leaned in and clutched his sides. He then came out of the fetus position and punched his attacker once more in the face. This time you could hear the cartilage in his nose break. Paul then rammed all of his body weight into the boy, and climbed on top of him when they hit the ground until he was practically sitting on him and began to hit him with a series of punched to the boy's face and chest. The look in Paul's eyes was menacing as I watched the soccer and football coach drag him off of Rodger. As soon as Paul's weight had left the boy, he quickly curled into a ball and moaned in pain.

And that was it, that is how we got in here. The bell rang before I even got a chance to look at the clock again. I gathered my things and headed for the door where Paul was waiting. When he opened the door, the crowd that we had attracted made way for us to exit. I sighed avioding eye contact with them all. I felt like some celebrity that had just gotten bailed out of jail. ' No comments, please'. I then saw May and the gang waiting for us at the corner. We quickly got there and left the place as soon as possible.