Sorry for long wait for updates... I wanted to finish Guardian Angel first... which I have done. Thanks for waiting on this guys!
And just so there's no confusion, last chapter, Eric and Calliegh had full sex in the cupboard.
I'm going on holiday now, so pleaseleave me lots of lovely reviews for when I get back!
Yelina and Horatio were separated in the crowds as they left the hall where they had had their last lesson. She wasn't worried however; they always ate together, in the same place so she figured they would meet there.
Unfortunately, to get there, she had to cross the tennis courts and the playground. This was a dangerous task for any person; at any moment a tennis ball could come hurtling towards your head.
But getting to the other side safely was made harder if you were carrying a couple of books. And unfortunately for Yelina, that was what she was doing.
Before stepping onto the courts, she readjusted her grip around the books and folded her arms across her chest a little tighter.
She had made it until nearly half way across the tennis courts when she first came in danger from a low-flying missile, also known as a tennis ball. Luckily, it narrowly missed her, that time.
Yelina was nearly at the safety of the field when a football came soaring towards her and hit her in the chest.
This caused her to drop her books.
The boy who had kicked the ball came rushing over to help her and was very apologetic.
"I'm sorry! I really didn't mean to hit you when I kicked the ball I really didn't!"
Yelina smiled at how worried he seemed.
"Don't worry, it didn't hurt!"
The boy grinned, slightly embarrassed, and went back to his football game, leaving Yelina to pick up the last of the papers that had slipped out of her books and she didn't notice two girls coming over to where she was crouched.
One of them picked up one of her books and started to flick through it and the other called to Yelina.
"Hey Salas!"
Yelina straightened up, one book and three sheets of paper with notes written on them in neat, italic handwriting clutched in her arms.
"Can I have my book back please?" Yelina asked as politely as she could muster. These girls were called Caroline Stewart and Lydia Allen and Yelina knew them. They had been in her class the year before and picked on her from the first day in September until the last day of the year. Thankfully, they had been placed in different classes since then but Yelina still had to contend with them at breaks occasionally.
"You know what Salas? I haven't done any of my term papers, but it seems that you have. I think I'll just take this book and copy out of here."
She made to run with Yelina's book still clutched in her hand, leaving Yelina speechless, when a tall boy stood behind Yelina and addressed Caroline and Lydia.
"I'd give back the book if I were you."
Caroline turned her attentions to the boy now.
"And why should I?"
The boy reached around Yelina and snatched the book from Caroline's hand. Both Caroline and Lydia glared at him before turning and stalking away.
Yelina faced the boy that was standing behind her.
"Thank you," she said with a shy smile.
"That," he replied, "was not a problem. Are you okay?"
Yelina nodded and together they headed to their usual lunch spot. As they walked, she slipped her arm through his.
He didn't see to mind though.
He was taking her to the Prom that night, after all.
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Ryan was lost. He was standing in the middle of the playground, looking around him for a teacher, or even a familiar face.
He didn't know where the toilets were and was starting to get desperate.
He span around again and nearly knocked over a girl who had just come up behind him.
"Oh I'm sorry," he muttered apologetically, and then realised that he recognised the girl.
"Hey, aren't you in my class?"
She scrutinised him for a second and then realisation dawned on her face.
"You're the new kid! The one that asked Calleigh out on the bus!"
Ryan blushed and she laughed.
"I didn't actually ask her out, but yeah, that was me."
"You asked her to sit with you. In this school, that is the same thing as asking her out."
Ryan forced a grin, somewhat sheepishly and fished for a change in topic. He found one when he realised that he didn't even know the girl's name.
"Maxine Valera. Nobody uses my first name though. It's always Valera. And you're Ryan, right? Ryan… Wolfe, is it?"
"Yeah," he replied noncommittally and kept looking around for a bathroom.
"A lost wolf?" Valera questioned, quite pleased with herself because of the pun. "What were you looking for a minute ago?"
Ryan blushed a little.
"The toilets."
Valera nodded and pointed him towards the main school building.
"Go through the main door, turn right along the corridor and you'll see the bathrooms."
"Okay. Thank you very much!" Said Ryan gratefully.
"Well, um, I guess I'll see you later then." Said Valera.
"Yeah! Definitely!" Ryan nodded and walked off in the direction she had pointed out to him.
He soon found the toilets and, feeling slightly relieved, went in.
Inside, he saw Speed, who was sitting on the worktop between two sinks. He had a textbook balanced on one knee and an exercise book on the other.
He was scribbling quickly in the exercise book and his eyes kept flicking to the textbook. He was concentrating so hard that he didn't even notice Ryan come into the bathroom.
Ryan walked over to him, still unnoticed, and looked at the title of the textbook that Speed was copying from. The words on the cover were written in a language that Ryan didn't know, but he thought looked like Spanish.
"What you doing?" Ryan asked in a quite annoying tone that made Speed jump slightly.
He frowned slightly before answering.
"I'm doing my homework. What are you doing?"
"I'd have thought that was obvious; I'm going to the toilet."
"Well, you're in the wrong room for that."
Speed kept a neutral expression but Ryan looked puzzled.
"The girl's bathroom is on the other side of the corridor," Speed explained, with his usual sarcasm.
Ryan was unsure what to do in response to Speed's comment.
They stared at each other in silence for a second before Ryan turned and left the bathroom.
"Great," he thought. "Now I've got to find another toilet."
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Calleigh was also in the toilets at the same time, but she was in the girl's bathroom, across the hall from where Ryan and Speed were.
She took a minute to drag a brush through her hair; it had become quite matted during their last lesson, and to re-button her shirt. For some reason, she hadn't managed to do it up right yet.
When she looked more presentable, Calleigh picked up her schoolbag from the floor and headed out into the corridor.
Once outside, she was quite puzzled to see Ryan standing outside the boy's bathroom, hopping from foot to foot, like he needed the toilet very badly, which was strange, thought Calleigh, considering he was standing outside a bathroom.
She didn't have chance to ask him about it though because at that moment, Speed stepped out from the bathroom.
He winked at Ryan and grinned at Calleigh.
"You wanna grab a bite?" He asked.
"Sure," replied Calleigh with a nod of her head.
They headed off down the corridor together and were soon out of sight.
"Finally!"
Ryan dashed into the toilets and went in peace.
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Eric turned away from the window of the detention room when he heard a teacher enter the room. She was followed by three other students that Eric recognised but didn't know personally.
The only girl that was in detention sat down with a dark haired boy in the front row. They had come in with their arms linked, so Eric assumed that they were "together". Eric sat in the back row and the final person sat on the right hand side, leaning against the wall.
"Okay, today for detention, you are writing lines," said the detention supervisor as she handed out sheets of paper. Once everyone had been given something to write on, she wrote on the board what they would be writing.
Delko: I will not use violence against other students.
Taylor: I will not use violence against other creatures.
Bonasera: I will not make a fuss about a tiny spider.
Grissom: I will always do my homework.
"Write your lines one hundred times and when you are finished, show me and you can go. You may start."
Eric sighed and picked up his pen.
I will not use violence against other students.
"I wonder what Taylor did," Eric thought.
I will not use violence against other students.
"I wonder which one is Taylor," he mused.
I will not use violence against other students.
"I think the girl is Bonasera because I don't think that a guy would make a fuss about a spider."
I will not use violence against other students.
"I'm so bored."
I will not use violence against other students.
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Yelina curled her feet underneath her and leant back. She felt an arm around her shoulders and turned to smile at the owner of the arm.
Horatio was sitting next to her, smiling.
Yelina frowned a little and reached up to his face.
With one hand, she quickly removed his sunglasses.
"I want to see your eyes!" she told him, almost whispering. This made her accent thicker and that made Horatio's heart melt.
With a slightly evil smirk, she put on the sunglasses she was holding. Horatio couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. Yelina looked amazingly cute with his sunglasses on.
But Horatio wanted to see her eyes, like Yelina wanted to see his.
He removed his arm from around her shoulders and took the glasses from her face.
Yelina opened her mouth to protest but Horatio's finger gently touched her lips and she was quiet.
When Horatio had stowed his sunglasses away in his schoolbag, he put his arms around Yelina's waist and she leant against him.
Her back was against his chest, his chin on her head.
"I could stay like this forever," muttered Yelina sleepily.
"So could I," Horatio replied as he found Yelina's hands and held them tightly, their arms folding across her stomach.
Yelina's eye's flickered closed and soon after, so did Horatio's.
A soft breeze played around them and Yelina's mind had almost formed the thought that they were sitting in a very clichéd position and the wind finished the "scene-just-plucked-from-a-movie" feel.
So everything was calm and quiet in Horatio and Yelina's little corner of the field.
Until…
"HORATIO HAS A GIRLFRIEND!"
Horatio sat up very quickly at the sound of the familiar voice.
"Raymond…" he muttered.
Horatio's younger brother was standing about ten metres from where Horatio and Yelina had been dozing only seconds before with an extremely smug grin on his face. Very quickly however, this grin reduced to a look of fear as Horatio advanced on him.
Raymond tried to run from his older brother but Horatio caught him and held tightly onto his ear.
"Raymond. What are you doing here?"
"Ow! Ow! Horatio that hurts! Ouch!"
Horatio scowled and pinched Raymond's ear harder.
"Apologise to Yelina," Horatio told his younger brother firmly.
Yelina was still sitting on the floor, leaning back on her hands. She wore an expression that could have been horror, at how Horatio was treating his brother, or amusement. It was hard to tell.
"Is Yelina your girlfriend then?" asked Raymond. "If she isn't, can I go to the prom with her? She's pretty!"
This earned Raymond another twist of his ear from Horatio.
"Ouch! Okay! Okay I'm sorry!" He pleaded.
Only then did Horatio release Raymond and fixed him with a glare that would have withered plants.
Raymond took that as his cue to leave and he ran across the field to find someone else to annoy.
Horatio sat down beside Yelina again, his eyes full of apology. The encounter with Raymond had been quite embarrassing for both of them.
"Aww Horatio, that wasn't your fault. Just your brother."
Horatio's arm was around Yelina's shoulders again and he planted a soft kiss on her cheek. It brought a smile to her face, which made Horatio happy as well.
"Yeah. Just my brother," confirmed Horatio.
Yelina put her head on Horatio's shoulder and closed her eyes again.
Horatio looked at the girl that was quickly falling asleep against him and realised that his brother was wrong.
Yelina wasn't pretty.
She was beautiful.
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I will not use violence against other students.
I will not use violence against other students.
I will not use violence against other students.
Eric heard the noise of someone standing up somewhere in front of him and looked up from his paper. The teacher had stood up from her seat and was looking at them all. When everyone had switched their attention from their lines to the teacher, she spoke.
"I am going to get my lunch now but I expect you all to stay here and finish your lines. If any of you reach one hundred before I get back, wait for me to come and dismiss you."
With that, she turned and left.
There was a second of silence before someone spoke.
"Well, this is fun," muttered the boy that was sitting at the front.
Eric took this opportunity to ask who everyone was.
"I'm Mac Taylor," answered the boy that spoke.
"Stella Bonasera," said the girl, nodding.
"I'm Eric Delko."
They all nodded and simultaneously turned to look at the final person in the room, who had not yet said anything.
He looked at them blankly as if he hadn't heard the last thirty seconds of conversation.
Eric looked at the board and realised who it was.
"Gil Grissom! Oh man, how did you get detention?"
"I didn't do my homework," said Grissom, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "I hath no spurs to prick the sides of my intent."
Eric, Stella and Mac looked at him with raised eyebrows.
"I couldn't be bothered."
They nodded, still looking slightly confused and turned back to the conversation they had been having.
"So what did you get detention for?" Stella asked Eric. "Who did you punch?"
Eric grinned. "John Hagen. He touched my girlfriend. Had to do something."
Mac nodded.
"I killed a spider," he told Eric.
"You got detention for killing a spider?"
"I think it was partly my fault," Stella put in. "If I hadn't screamed, the teacher wouldn't have got mad and overreacted when Mac killed it. But I have arachnophobia and when it crawled on me, I wasn't expecting it."
Eric was about to laugh when the teacher walked through the door.
"Hey! Taylor! Bonasera! Face the front and get on with writing your lines!"
With a smirk, Eric kept writing.
I will not use violence against other students.
I will not use violence against other students.
I will not use violence against other students.
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Calleigh and Speed stood at one side of the cafeteria and looked at the people in the queue.
"You have to do it! I'm in the dare game now too, so you have to do my dare," explained Calleigh matter-of-factly.
"I know the rules, Calleigh. Just, that's unfair," Speed retorted.
Calleigh fixed him with a glare. "It was unfair when you dared Eric to kiss that teacher…"
Speed remembered how much that dare had upset Calleigh, so he sighed.
"Fine. I'll do it, but remember that you are in trouble when it's your turn to do a dare."
Calleigh shrugged.
"Don't care. Right now I want to see you put ice down Catherine Willow's shirt."
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Eric looked down at his paper and counted the lines.
"Was that 97 or 99?"
He recounted and got 98.
I will not use violence against other students.
I will not use violence against other students.
"Miss?" he said, standing up. "I'm finished. May I go?"
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Three minutes later, Catherine's scream could be heard throughout the cafeteria. Calleigh let out a triumphant laugh as Speed came up to her.
"Happy?" he asked as he rubbed his cheek. Apparently, Catherine had slapped him.
"Yes! YES!" squealed Calleigh with delight. She stopped, however, when she noticed Speed looking at her very strangely.
"What?"
"You sound like a shampoo advert," he pointed out.
Calleigh was spared from thinking up a reply by Eric's arrival. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and put his head on her shoulder.
"Hey, what's up?"
Calleigh leaned back a little so that Eric was supporting her as Speed told the whole story of the uproar that he had caused, occasionally giving Calleigh hard looks.
"… and now I'm going to look for Alexx before Willows finds me and drinks my blood or something."
He left and Eric turned Calleigh around so they were facing each other. Without her giving them notice or permission, Calleigh's arms snaked around Eric's neck.
"How was detention?" she asked, in a tone of voice that would be described as sexy if they had been talking about anything else.
"You know. Boring," replied Eric with a sigh. "It was only lines though. I mean, Speed's last detention was to clean the whole set of desks in the detention classroom."
"Hmm," said Calleigh, oblivious to all the people walking past.
"Still, it's over and now I can spend the rest of the lunch hour with you."
Calleigh grinned as Eric spoke and stood on tiptoes so that she was able to kiss him. Eric's hands pressed on her back and pulled her into him as he deepened the kiss. Calleigh moaned softly and in the second that her mouth was open, Eric's tongue slipped past her lips.
A deep cough from next to them broke their trance.
"You guys do realise that the bell has gone?"
They looked and saw their friend, Frank Tripp, standing beside them.
"Has it?" asked Calleigh, looking at her watch as Eric glanced around the cafeteria and found it almost deserted.
Frank nodded.
"Sorry to break up a good time like that but I figured that you two wouldn't want to be late for your next lesson."
But Calleigh had dragged Eric out of the cafeteria by the hand, shouting a quick "Thanks Frank!" over her shoulder.
As soon as they were out of the hall, Calleigh pushed Eric against the wall and they kissed again in the bright sunlight of the playground. And then, as suddenly as she had started to kiss Eric, she drew her lips away and strolled away towards the next class.
"Calleigh Duquesne, that was cruel," Eric muttered as he caught up with her.
"Yeah, but you love it!"
"True," Eric conceded.
"And," Calleigh continued, "We would hate to be late for PE. Your favourite lesson…"
Eric snorted a little.
"I think we've both had quite enough of a workout for one day, don't you?"