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A/N: Hey guys! Here's a new update. Yay. How's the story? Is it good? Do you guys like it? Ahhh Im freaking here. Anyways, this chapter's kinda short. But it's still good, I hope. Please read and review :)
For a few days, life was normal for the Cahills. They had there everday laughs and troubles and jokes. Amy is still good at looking like he hates Ian. Ian is still bugging Amy. Dan and Natalie are still practicing, rarely keeping a 5 minute conversation without them opposing each other. Hamilton still asks Sinead for tutorials. Sinead still agrees. Ned and Ted are in detention. Yes. They're in detention.
"Sucks dude." Ned said. "Really sucks."
"I know." Ted said. "I mean Reagan and Madison should be joining us here."
"Like they said." Ned replied. "They'll get away with it."
"Just wait until they'll be under Mr. Chui."
The door opened and Mr. Chui stepped in. He crossed his arms upon seeing the two.
"I just asked you to clean the room, not break my stuffs." Mr. Chui said, looking as strict as ever.
"We're very sorry, Mr Chui." The two said together.
"Well, it's already done. And now you're in detention, but there's more than that. And you won't like it." The man explained. "But first, tell me what came into your mind to go 'war freak mode' and started breaking my beakers, AND breaking the cabinet in the process." The two looked at each other, sharing a smile as if something they planned happened successfully.
"Weeeell." Ted started. "We did that, sir, we admit. And it's just an accident."
"But," Ned continued. "We didn't do it alone. Actually sir, it went like this."
The two explained about them cleaning the room, then Reagan and Madison coming in looking for a bag. Then they put up some lies saying they needed help from them to open the cabinet (they didn't say they hid the bag's contents inside, of course) cause it was very hard to open. And when they did, Baaam. A disaster.
Mr Chui thought about it. Ted and Ned were hoping that somehow, Reagan and Madison would get in trouble too.
"I am very shocked as to how bad you guys are." Mr. Chui said. "What's the point in telling me that? Are you somehow hoping that I'll consider what you done just because it's an accident? Or maybe somehow hoping that the two innocent students would get in detention with you? Well the answer is NO! I was thinking how I'd deal with you guys and I came up with a brilliant idea. And that is, you'll go to detention for 6 days. Only every Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays 3-5 P.M. This is your first day."
Ted and Ned's mouth opened. They can't believe it, six days in detention. They can't believe how cruel the teacher is.
"So we'll be here for two weeks?" Ted said. The teacher nodded.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to take these new... things to replace the ones you've broken. You're lucky I didn't ask you to pay, that would've cost much." Mr Chui showed Ted and Ned a plastic bag filled with new replacements. "You'll have fun here. Just listen to Mrs. Hadick, she'll take care of you." Then he went out and slammed the door shut.
"Oh man," Ned said. "We can't watch Dan's play."
"I know." Ted replied. "It would've been good to see him act."
"This Friday will be our sister's big day."
"Oh yeah."
Madison and Reagan were laughing their heads off as they sneaked on the detention room. They heard Ted and Ned's failed attempt to join them in their misery. After being satisfied on what they heard, they grabbed their bags and stood up from their crouching position. They weren't supposed to be there, they were supposed to make props for the play. So they hurried off.
The door slammed shut, followed by something that sounds like broken glass. Madison and Reagan turned around to see Mr. Chui and bits of glass on the floor. It took them a moment to realize that Mr. Chui tripped and let go of the replacement. He tripped because of...
"Who put that there?!" Mr. Chui asked in an enraged voice. He pointed at something on the floor. A plastic bag,. They brought a plastic bag, filled with props. They were so clumsy as to forget about it. They just thought about their backpacks. They can't run now. If they did, it would be pretty obvious. But, they were the only ones in the hallway right now.
Madison slowly raised her hand. "We, sir." She said, ashamed.
"You two, detention!"
Sinead was walking on the hallways, quite nervous for the coming Friday. She saw posters for Sophie everywhere. There were hers too, actually, but at the moment, it was all she saw. She stopped for a while, thinking there may be no chance for her after all. Students barely notice her when she's around. If only they knew all the things she went through at the clue hunt, but no. That's way too far. She shouldn't use that as an advantage to win this thing. She sighed and started to walk. "Well, whatever happens..."
She stopped. At one room, she saw Hamilton. He was handing out test papers or something. She smiled. For her, Hamilton was just pride and strength then, but now she realized there's more to him than that. She was about to leave when... "Is that?" She said.
It wasn't test papers after all, it was her flyers.
She smiled wider.
Amy was at her usual place in the library. Reading. Again. But this time, her mind seems off. She can't understand what she was sifting through the book. After two pages or so, she gave up and shut the book.
What the hell is wrong with me? Amy thought. Then she saw Ian was walking towards her table. Please no, she thought.
Yes.
"Hey Ames." Ian said.
"Hi, Ian." She replied.
"Why'd you shut your book? Ian asked. "Not geeky enough?"
Amy ignored him. "My mind doesn't seem interested in reading right now."
"I agree my aura's making everyone indifferent." Ian said
"I agree you're an idiot." Amy replied. She wanted to argue more, but she didn't know how to. She promised herself she should change. Especially how she treats Ian. Not that she suddenly wipes his face if he's sweating or anything but, doing it simply and slowly. To avoid being obvious, of course. "Sorry."
"Why you sorry?" Ian asked.
"It's just. I'm so hard on you sometimes. Sinead's right. All the past events should be behind us. And we should leave it there. Behind."
"Sooo." Ian said. "You're saying you want to be my friend?"
"Yeah. I guess." Amy said, shrugging her shoulders.
Amy was surpised when Ian laughed. "What's so funny?" She asked.
"Nothing." Ian replied. "It's just, don't be so formal, Ames. That's not like you. Besides, you're already my friend."
"Oh." Amy replied.
"Don't worry. I don't take your taunts seriously. I know I'm pretty arrogant sometimes, and that does drive people mad."
"Glad you know."
Ian laughed. "Yeah." He paused for a while and leaned back on his chair. "You know you did it for me."
"What are you talking about?" Amy asked.
"Nothing. It's just, you made it easier, it fell into place." Ian said, Amy had no idea what he was talking about. Ian noticed it eventually. "Sorry if you don't get it, but you will."
Amy nodded.
Dan was tired of rehearsing over and over again. So was Natalie. They sat together, ignoring the fact that they don't EVER sit next to each other.
"Nat?" Dan said. She didn't answer.
"Nat?" No answer.
"Cobra! Hey!" Still no answer.
"Natalie." Dan shook her.
"Finally." Natalie said. "You said my name properly. Don't ever call me that."
"What? Cobra?" Dan asked.
Natalie rolled her eyes. "Yeah."
"Okay, Nat."
"Ugh." Natalie said. "That too. Don't call me Nat too."
"THAT too? Don't call me Nat too. That too? Nat too?" Dan laughed, then he saw how Natalie was looking at him. "Okay." Dan agreed.
"Good, Daniel." She turned around and hid her smile.
"If you call me that, I'll call you Cobra Nat." Dan said.
"I thought you liked to be called Daniel." Natalie said.
"Look at my face. Is that the look of someone amused?" Dan said.
"No. It looks more like the look of someone ugly." Natalie said.
"I'm pretty confident with my face you know." Dan said. "I'm just not with sure with yours."
"Shut up." Natalie said. Dan smiled. She looked at him then quickly turned away.
"Why do you look away?" Dan asked. "Let's have a staring contest."
"No!" Natalie denied.
"Why?" Dan asked, a small smile creeping on his face. "I knew it. You can't concentrate looking at my face, you can't handle my handsomeness."
Natalie fake-puked. But she actually laughed. Dan laughed too.
"Laughing suits you more Nat...alie." Dan said. "You're face improves when you laugh."
"I don't know how to take that. But thank you. And shut up, my face looks fine whatever expression I have."
"I don't think so." Dan said. "Just look at me, always smiling. Handsome material."
"You're SO not handsome Daniel."
"Ap-ap-ap, stop with the Daniel thing, I stopped myself from saying Nat." Dan said. "And what do you mean by that? If I say you're pretty would you admit I'm handsome?" Dan laughed out loud upon seeing the look on Natalie's face.
"Of course not." She quickly replied.
"Well good, cause I don't plan on saying it."
"That's okay." Natalie said. "You already said it in the play." Natalie stuck her tongue out.
"And you're happy bout it?" Dan said. "You like me? Saying you're pretty?"
"Shut up, Danie- Dan." Natalie said. Dan smiled.
"Good."
"And you're not handsome. Or to make you feel better, not THAT handsome." Natalie said. She turned around for the last time. She said something, but Dan didn't quite hear it.
But he did hear something. Something like "but I think you're cute." Dan didn't quite believe it, Natalie would never ever say that. But that's what his ears received, no doubt about it.
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