Chapter four

Layla could not believe that coach Boomer gave her detention! It was stupid, petty and ridiculous and the Couch KNEW it. Just because she didn't participate in class didn't give him the right to give her detention. She SAID that she would do all the other stuff for the 'mission' but no, he wanted her to go all or nothing, so she went nothing. Next thing she knew, he was yelling at her that she had detention.

Now, she found herself in a tiny room with four other students in it. They were all starring at her like was a piece of meat and it was starting to unnerve her. It didn't help that the guy closest to her smelled like dead fish or that the girl in the front of the room kept shooting her dirty looks for no apparent reason. Not to mention that the guy behind her was giving her looks that said he was envisioning her without her clothes on. THAT just grossed her out more than the fish smell.

Layla sighed and put her head down, thinking that maybe they would stop looking at her if they couldn't see her face. Hiding her nose in the nook of her elbow she tried to breathe again, but it wasn't working very well; she still smelled the dead fish. The smell was making her sick and she felt like she was going to throw up. It's been three minutes since she sat down and the smell has only gotten worse. Like the kid was trying to make her sick on purpose.

Her head shot up. She blinked then turned to look at the kid who smelled like crap. He was looking at her too, but turned away when he saw her glance over. Layla got it now: that was his power. He was smelly. And he was using it on her. With that thought, she narrowed her eyes at him.

For a second, Layla was tempted to use her own powers on him. But she nipped that thought in the bud. That would be the opposite of why she was here. She didn't use her powers against others, unless they were trying to hurt her, and Mr. Smelly was no threat. He was just an annoyance.

Almost growling, she turned to face the window, hoping the smell would die down.

Two minutes later, the door slammed shut and she heard Mr. Medulla say "Feet down, face me, be silent." as he sat down behind the desk. He looked Layla and she saw shock across his face. "Why are you here?"

The whole class looked at her and waited for her to say something. She didn't want everyone to know why she was there; she just wanted to sit in the back of the room with no one starring at her. Preferably without the horrid smell. Sucking it up, Layla opened her mouth to answer just as the door swung open loudly.

Layla turned to see Warren standing in the door way, face void of any emotion except for annoyance. Layla almost smiled at him. But she didn't, because the guy was in the second row was still watching her.

"Mr. Peace, glad you could join us. Take a seat."

Warren watched her the entire time he crossed the room and sat in the seat beside her. Layla smiled at him sadly. Like she expected, he didn't smile back, but he did nod. That was better than nothing in her opinion.

Mr. Medulla cleared his throat and Layla looked up at him, but every other student was staring at her. Even the guy who had been asleep the entire time they had been in the classroom. They were watching her and Warren with shocked eyes. Layla blushed and hid her head. Great, so much for not being starred at, she thought sarcastically.

"What?" She heard Warren bark and she didn't have to look up to know that everyone looked away now. This time she did smile.

Layla sat up and listened as Mr. Medulla rambled on and on about what we weren't supposed to do. Layla thought to ask if there was anything they COULD do. She was sure that would be a shorter list. Finally, after what felt like hours, he left the room with an obnoxious "I'll be watching."

The class was silent again and the dead fish smell picked up again. Layla almost groaned. She plugged her nose and again, buried her head in her folded arms.

All of a sudden her head snapped up when she heard a loud crash. The desk in front of them was shoved sideways as if it had bumped into the one Mr. Smelly was sitting in. They guys back was straight and he turned around slowly to look at Warren. "Cut that shit out."

They guy blinked and said, "What?"

This time, Layla rolled her eyes, just as she was sure Warren had. "The fish smell," Layla filled in. Mr. Smelly nodded and the smell went away. Layla sighed in relief. "Thanks," she said to Warren after a few minutes.

"He does it all the time, and it pisses me off."

"So, why are you here?"

"I told Ms. Crane where she could shove one of her test. She didn't like it." Warren shrugged and Layla's mouth fell open as she looked at him.

"You did not!"

Warren smirked at her, "No, but I did shove a guy and spilled his lunch down the front of him."

Layla shook her head, "I expect nothing less."

"Why are you here? You aren't one to usually get in trouble." Warren didn't mention the fact that she was grounded.

"I told Coach Boomer that I was not going to use my powers against another student just to save some dumb mannequin." She rolled her eyes and huffed, crossing her arms and slouching in her chair. Warren laughed.

"That was it?" When she nodded, he laughed harder.

"What!"

"Of course you would get in trouble for something so stupid."

She took offence, "It wasn't stupid! I was sticking to what I believed in. "

"Hippie, you believe in a lot of stuff, it's hard to keep up. Maybe I should write a list." Warren joked.

"Maybe you should." Layla said with narrowed eyes. But after a few minutes, she let it go. "Will and his parents are supposed to come over tonight for dinner. I invited Magenta who said that she would come. I was wondering if you would like to come over. My mom's making chicken and this is gonna be the last time I get contact with the outside world in a while." She gave her puppy dog eyes that she knew he could resist.

He starred at her for a long time and she was sure that he was going to reject her. "Fine, but I'm only staying for dinner."

Layla clapped her hands squealing as she gave him a hug. Warren stiffened and when she let go, she knew the whole class was watching. She looked at them all and in her best Warren Sneer said, "What?" Everyone looked away and Layla couldn't help but feel proud of herself.

Warren chuckled, "You're getting better at that, Hippie."

"I learned from the pro," she shot back.

Sorry, I took FOREVER to write this, but here it is. Hope you like and as always, leave me a message.

THANK YOU MOONGRAVE! (I stole this idea from her.)