A/N: Hey guys, as you can see I really must like this story because it isn't taking me weeks to update. I'll probably be posting a new chapter either every day or every other day depending on what's going on with school.

Thanks a bunch to Morgan and Wingzy for helping me!

"And everything, it will surely change even if I tell you I won't go away today" ~ David Cook

Carly's POV

I walked into my first period class and the desks were in groups of three. Mr. Bunker was sitting at his desk, playing with his 'hair' and looking incredibly bored. Morgan and David walked in right behind me, looking like they were ready to get into trouble. Except Morgan looked like she'd been crying.

"Hi Mr. Bunker!" David called cheerily as he took his seat.

"Humph," Mr. Bunker muttered. I don't think he likes David too much. Morgan and I took our seats in the two empty desks next to David's. We were doing a lab today. There was a bunsen burner in the middle of our desks, a sheet of aluminum foil, and two sugar cubes.

"Settle down, class," Bunker said as the late bell rang. "You are going to do a sugar lab today. Read over the procedures as a group and get started."

The teacher looked over to where the three of us were sitting and his eyes widened. "You three can NOT work together!"

"Yes we can!" I yelled.

He glared at me. I ignored him and looked down at the lab sheet; it was covered with words, front and back. "I think this is for you," I said, sliding the paper to David.

"He said the whole group reads it," He pointed out.

"Yeah, well you're gonna be the one who does everything anyway," Morgan commented.

"Okay, we have to make five observations about the two sugar cubes, then we have to crush them and find five more observations. Then we have to fold the foil into a boat, put the sugar into the boat, and hold it over the burner until it melts, and when it melts all the way we get to make another five observations."

"Sounds easy," I said.

"Who wants to record our observations?"

"You do," Morgan and I said to David at the same time. He rolled his eyes.

"Of course."

"I wanna do the fire part!" I squealed. They both stared at me.

"What? I like burning things!"

"...Okay, Carly will do the fire part," David said. "What part do you want to do, Morgan?"

"The part where I sit here and watch you do all the work."

"What's wrong with you today?" I asked her.

"Tell you at lunch."

"Why have you not started yet?!" Bunker said angrily from behind me, which made me jump.

"Sorry!" I said quickly, turning on the Bunsen burner on full blast.

"You have it on too high!" He yelled, bending down to turn the heat down. He sneezed, which made his toupee fall off his head and onto the burner. The poor thing burst into flames, which made us start laughing.

"Oh my God!" A girl from a different lab group screamed. "Did you guys just put the class pet on the burner?!" That only made the three of us laugh even harder.

"Nice one, Haley," David called.

"T-this would be a g-great time to play hot potato," I said to Morgan between giggles.

She laughed, but then we both screamed when cold foamy liquid hit us.

"You're supposed to spray the fire, not us!" Morgan yelled to the teacher. He got the fire out already, I think I just made my way onto his hate list with Morgan and David.

"Detention!" He screamed.

"What?! Why? We didn't catch your toupee on fire!" We screamed.

"I don't care." He grabbed what was left of his toupee and chucked it into the trash can, plopping into his seat angrily.

"I wonder if this means we don't have to do the lab," I muttered.

"Hey, just think" That Haley girl said, walking over. "Maybe he'll get a good looking toupee now!"

"Detention!"

Haley wrinkled her nose and sat back down with her group. Poor Haley.

The bell rang, and the three of us were the first ones out the door. But not before David could call "See ya in detention!" To Mr. Bunker. I smacked my forehead with my hand and shook my head.

I don't even get why teachers give you detentions. They make you and themself stay after school, they probably hate you, and they're not even getting paid for it! So really, who are they hurting more?

*****

I walked out of the lunch line to our lunch table, and Morgan was sobbing. Her eyeliner was running down her cheeks with her tears, and David had his arm around her, trying to calm her down.

"I'll b-be right b-back," She stuttered at the same time that I sat down.

"Dude, what's wrong with her, she looks terrible!" I said.

"She had major family problems last night, and the preps were making fun of her again," David explained. I flinched when he said prep. It made me remember the days when I would wear the shortest shorts I could find and Hollister shirts every day. I wasn't mean to people, but my friends were, and I laughed. So I guess I was as mean as they were.

"Okay, why do you do that every time someone says the word prep?" David asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Well...." I started, but stopped. Morgan was back. She fixed her makeup, and when she reached her hand up to wipe her eyes I could see there were fresh cuts on her wrists.

"Darling, you okay?" David asked. Morgan shook her head. He got up and hugged her, which brought tears to my eyes; my parents would do the exact same thing whenever I was sad.

I wiped my eyes before the tears could fall and tried to think of something to say as Morgan and David sat down.

"So...did you get any more detentions, David?" I asked.

He smirked. "Let's just say I will not be free after school for the next week and a half."

"What did you do?!"

"Well, I have today's detention, I got two more today for sometime this week, and I have the rest of Bunker's detentions." David explained.

"Wow."

*****

It's the end of the day, finally! But I have a two hour detention right after this with Morgan, David and Haley. We were standing outside of Mr. Cole's classroom, waiting until the last possible second to enter the room before we were late. David hugged Morgan and gave her a kiss, right in front of the window of Mr. Cole's classroom, and then we walked in.

"No phones, no texting, no IPods'," Mr. Cole said from his desk, not even seeming to care that just about everyone in the room had their phones and IPods' out.

We took our seats and Mr. Cole said, "David you get a detention. You too, Morgan."

"Why?!" The asked.

"PDA, Public Display of Affection."

"But Mr. Cole," I piped in. "You do PDP's every day!"

"What is PDP?" He asked.
"Public Display of Pervertedness," I smiled sweetly.

His nostrils flared and he glared at me. "Detention."

I shrugged. "Okay, but I can't do it today, my schedule's full for this afternoon."

"Yeah," Morgan and David said. "We get to spend two hours with Mr. Bunker's smiling face."

"I don't care," He said. "You can come for another two hours right after his detention."
I slapped my desk and stood up. "I OBJECT!!"

"Overruled."

"Not overruled!"

"Sit down." I glared at him and sat down. He turned around to take a swig of his 'special water' and I stuck my tongue out at him.

"I saw that."

*****

We were walking out of Bunker's classroom and walking to Mr. Cole's room when Haley caught up to us. "Aren't you guys going home?"

"Psh, we wish," I said. "We have a detention with Mr. Cole now."

"Oh, that sucks. Well, bye!"

We walked into Mr. Cole's classroom and he was passed out at his desk, and his watter bottle was empty. We all slowly backed out of the classroom, and then ran to the parking lot.

"You need a ride?" David asked. I nodded.

"Yeah, I kinda missed my bus, since its....almost six o' clock," I said, checking my phone.

We all got into David's car, and within seconds the school was far behind us.

"So children," David said in a fatherly voice. "How was school?"

"I had two detentions in a row, but my history teacher is a drunk so he passed out before our detention started!" Morgan said in a little kid voice.

"Me too! I also got half of my teachers to hate me, and I've only been at this school for two days!" I squealed.

"That's great!" David said.

We all laughed. "Turn left here," I said, pointing to my aunt's driveway.

"Dude, you live in a mansion!"

"It's not a mansion, it's just a big house!" I argued, then laughed. "Do you guys want to come in?"

*******

David's POV

Dude. Carly lives in a freaking mansion, I don't care what she says! We smelled food so Carly led us into the kitchen, where a woman looking to be in her early twenties was standing at a stove, putting steak out into the oven. Nobody said anything yet so when she turned around she screamed.

"Oh, you're home!" She squeaked, and then smiled. "And you have friends with you!"

Carly laughed. "Yeah, surprising, isn't it? This is David and Morgan."

Morgan and I both said hi, and the lady came over and hugged us. "Hi! I'm Aunt Heather, but you can just call me Heather." I chuckled when I saw Carly's face turning red.

"Would do like to stay for dinner?" Heather asked us. I waited to see what Morgan wanted to do, I was planning to take her to dinner since she had a bad day. But she always gets steak when we go out anyway, so of course she says she wants to stay. I nodded too.

"Great! Dinner will be ready in about an hour or so," Heather called as Carly led us out of the kitchen.

"Carly, your kitchen is bigger than my whole house," I joked.

Morgan smacked my arm. "It is not, you have a big house too!"

******

"Oh my gosh, I'm so full I don't think I can move," Morgan said from the futon in Carly's room, which was twice the size of mine.

"You have your own bathroom?!" I asked in shock. Carly was sitting next to Morgan on the futon, and I was walking around her room. A pillow hit me, which made me jump.

"Ow!"

"Stop talking about my house!"

Carly and I arguing made Morgan laugh. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and checked the time. "Shesh! We need to go, it's almost ten."

I started walking to the door, but a picture on Carly's desk caught my eye. She looked so happy; She was at the mall with some girl, wearing shorts and a Hollister shirt, her skin was super tan, and she had highlights in her hair, and bangs. Not side bangs, preppy little bangs covering her whole forehead. I raised an eyebrow and started walking to the door with Morgan.

"I'll be right there," I told her. I grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil from Carly's desk and scribbled down my phone number, then handed it to her.

"...Why did you give me this?" She asked, confused.

I tapped the picture. "You've got some explaining to do."