AN- ONESHOTS? WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME I SHOULD BE WRITING BREAK MY FA– shut up. Just shut up.

I wrote this all on one page of my notebook, front and back. I had to write really small. :3

"Vio?" Red's eyes, already big, are wide in concern. "Are you okay?"

I nod. "Just a headache. I'll be back soon." I tromp off, hoping– praying, even– he didn't see through my lie. I'm not going to the office because my head hurts, or because I need counseling and I'm ashamed. Hell, I'm not even walking to the office in the first place.

No. Instead I open the door to the detention room a crack. No teacher in sight. He probably left to get some coffee from the teacher's lounge. How typical of him.

I slip inside, worried of getting caught. Not because I actually have detention, mind you. I'm a straight-A student with a perfect behavior role. I would never act in such a way that would result in me spending my lunch here.

The door shuts with a soft click, and two dark blue eyes slide their gaze to me. "Vio!" Arching eyebrows match a scheming smile. "So glad you could make it!"

For the record, Shadow is nothing like myself. Bad grades, bad behavior, bad reputation; we almost look alike, in a vague sense, but that's about as far as it goes.

I resist rolling my eyes, and instead shrug slightly. "I had time, so I figured I might as well stop by." I sit in an empty seat next to him. It's only temporary, I know, but his presence is welcoming. "It's nothing personal, really."

"Maybe, but it means a lot to me," he purrs, grinning widely. I try not to smile, biting the inside of my cheek to stop my lips from twitching.

"I'm sure it does."

Shadow's eyes widen a fraction, and he studies me closely. "You could get caught, you know."

"I've considered that."

He smiles, and it's no longer a wicked smirk, nor a cheshire grin. "And you came to see me anyway. Thanks."

A smile finds its way onto my face, and now I honestly don't mind it. "It's not a problem at all. It's actually sort of enjoyable."

Shadow's tan skin turns an unusual shade of pink. "Really?" When I nod slowly, he says, "I-I guess that's good. I like spending time with you, too."

I'm not sure what it is that draws me to Shadow. There's so much to choose from. But, if I had to guess, I would say it's how he makes me want to be more than I am. He makes me want to break out of my shell. And– as much as I hate to say it– he makes me want to be bad.

While Shadow has a tough, confident exterior, on the inside he's kind of shy. He used to follow around Vaati, the school's "king", like a lost little puppy. I've discovered this is because Shadow needs to be dominated.

And if I want to be bad . . . Well, dominating the school's bad boy would be the worst thing I've ever done.

So I lean forward, tilt his chin up, and before he can protest, brush my lips against his. I back away and stand up suddenly.

"I think someone's coming. What's the best way out of here?"

"The. . . the window," he says in a dazed tone. His answer is muffled by the hand on his lips.

I swiftly open the window and climb out. Meanwhile, the door opens, and the teacher enters the room. So I was right. Someone was coming. "See you tomorrow," I whisper.

I close the window.

AN- That was so short. ;A; I feel so bad now! Anyways, um, the ending was inspired by a certain famous book. . . six ultimate cookie points to whoever guesses right!