A chill was in the air, for it was seven on a Saturday morning and the middle of February. The crisp air filled their lungs, making hairs on every part of their body stand up. It was cold, even for Los Angeles. But the weather wasn't the only thing sending shivers up their spines.

Their eyes were heavy and their minds were full of regret as their cars came closer and closer to the school.

Tori Vega. The pretty girl. She was good at everything and got picked for everything. She got good grades, had a beautiful voice, and got picked as the lead in every play. The guys loved her, on top of everyone else, ever since she started coming to this school. For some reason she just fit in perfectly.

Not once in her entire life, did she, or anyone else, ever think she would have a Saturday detention.

"Daddy…are you sure you can't get me out of this?" She looked over at her father with pleading eyes.

"I'm sorry baby girl…just don't skip school to go shopping. Okay?" With that he kissed her cheek, before handing her her lunch as she got out of the car.

Robbie Shapiro. The brains. He was a very handsome young boy with thick glasses and black curly hair. He never got a grade lower than an A+ and was a very skilled guitar player. He was also a ventriloquist. His puppet Rex was a part of him he couldn't understand. It made him less insecure about himself and he was able to say things he wouldn't say himself, through his puppet. He could act, but was more into the behind the sense stuff, like lights and tech crew. He would usually have nightmares about earning himself a Saturday detention. But that nightmare became a reality as his Mom parked the car in front of the school, and Rex wouldn't be able to get him through this.

"Is the first or last time we will be doing this?" She asked him sternly.

"Last…" He mumbled, looking at his lap.

"Good. Now you better make use of your time today young man."

"Mom, we aren't allowed to study. We are just supposed to sit there." Robbie tried reasoning.

"Well you find a way to study!" She scolded as he opened the car door.

Andre Harris. Musical genius. He was a good kid all around. Good grades, amazing voice, and could play any instrument you put in front of him. He also had a contagious smile that could make any one feel better instantly. He loved helping others and was a real romantic. He could charm any girl he wanted, he was just waiting for the right one. He was pretty laid back about things, but others…made him wonky. And detention happened to be one of them.

"All guys screw around…I did too. But you just got caught kid." His dad said, pulling up to the school.

"I know. Mom already reamed me okay?" He said aggregated .

"Hey. Do you want to b*** this? This chance you have of making it big? How important is this to you?"

"I get it Dad…it won't happen again." He said dismissingly, stepping out of the vehicle.

Jade West. She was many things. She was an actress, a singer, a director, a writer…and the most terrifying person at Hollywood Arts.

She threatened pretty girls with scissors, threatened teachers with scissors, threatened cute boys with scissors, threatened her parents- I think you get it. Although she was scary, she was still a teenage girl. I teenage girl who had never gotten detention.

She walked up to the school, wrapped in her black leather jacket with fur lined on the inside. She wore a black pair of torn jeans with black combat boots, loosely tied around her ankles.

She took in the frosty air in a deep sigh, continuing her way to the doors.

Cat Valentine. The opposite of Jade West. She could sing- and when I say sing…I mean sing. She had pipes of gold that sent shivers down spines when she hit just the right note. She would get far. Her personality was just as bright as her red velvet hair.

She was a bit ditzy, but she was a beauty. Her brown eyes mesmerized the guys around her as her hair fanned perfectly around her face in the lightest of curls. She had a charming smile to top it all off. Along with having many friends and good grades, she had a heart for everyone, but liked to keep her reputation intact.

And Saturday Detention was not what she had planned.

She peddled steadily on her pink frilly bike towards the school.

A drop of sweat dripped on her brow, mostly from the nervousness and the fact she had peddled three miles was scared. She did not belong here.

Beck Oliver. Heart throb. He was an actor, a director, a writer, and sang a little. Girls fell to their knees at the sight of him. He was gorgeous. He had a full head of hair and light tan skin with warming brown eyes. He loved the attention but was also looking for a steady relationship. He liked being a tease and a flirt, but it wasn't fun for him anymore.

He drove up to the school in his pickup truck, dreading the day he was going to have. He had never gotten detention before. He was more annoyed then nervous, as he slowly came to a stop.

…

The six teens sat spread out sporadically in the seats of the library.

They tried not to make eye contact with one another, being none of them were in the same social group.

The only two who slightly knew each other was Andre and Tori, who shared a small glance when they sat down, before draining into the silence.

Cat played with her fingers and strings of her sweat shirt, trying to avoid her stomach turning.

But she started to feel uncomfortable when she felt a warm pair of eyes on her.

She looked up.

Robbie sat there staring at the beautiful red head, not knowing what he was doing.

He has had a crush on her since freshman year. He was a nerd. She was the beautiful popular girl. No way in a million years did he have a chance with her.

She locked eyes with him.

She liked the color of his eyes. He was handsome, she thought. She smiled at him. He smiled back revealing a nice set of teeth behind his gorgeous lips. Cat mentally hit herself.

She can't! She can't be seen with a guy like him! He was a nerd! She had to stop this.

She turned her smile into a frown before going back to looking at her lap, playing with her hands.

Robbie frowned, disappointed, it was one of those moments when he wished he was someone else, he knew exactly what she was thinking.

Beck sat, hands in his chin, staring straight ahead.

He didn't know anyone in this room.

He had seen them before, but never associated with them.

But one…

...the one in black. There was something about her that had him intrigued.

He didn't know if it was the nasty look she gave him…or maybe the fact she threatened him with scissors when he bumped into her on the way into the school.

Jade was annoyed. She was stuck with a bunch of bozos. She didn't like any of them. Pretty boy had already pissed her off.

Tori sat nervously, uncomfortable in her seat. This was probably eating at her more than anyone else in the room.

She was the good girl. Good girls don't get detention.

Then there was Andre, whom had found the silence soothing and had already fallen asleep with head in her arms on the table.

No one seemed to notice, it wasn't like he cared either way.

The doors to the library opened suddenly, jolting Andre awake and setting everyone's eyes on it.

"Good morning scum bags…welcome to Saturday Detention."