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Uncertainly, I entered the room. Where was everyone? Maybe I was over thinking this, maybe only 5 students showing up for detention was normal. Whatever, I was just going to sit down and get it over with. As soon as I plopped my butt in a chair I heard a squealing sound, like the sound of a chair being dragged across the floor, and all of a sudden, there was another person sitting in the desk next to me. A person that I had not seen in the room before, so technically there were 6 other people in the room with me, not 5.

"Hey," he said. "Fancy seeing you here."

I stared at the kid sitting next to me. He looked to be about my age, 17. With his blond hair, bright blue eyes, and sweet-little-kid smile (directed straight at me, might I add), there was no way he was even older than 18. We looked at each other for a few seconds. I was looking at him because, well, he was staring at me with this creepy face. His eyes were wide and his smile was genuine, but it didn't move. Not even a twitch. As he stared at me he leaned forward a little bit with each passing second, his hands gripping the edge of his desk tightly as he slowly hoisted himself over until our faces were only a few inches away from each other.

What did he say? Ah, yes. "Fancy seeing you-" Wait. What? Fancy seeing...huh? I looked at the kid closer to get a better look at him and see if I recognized him, and he took this as a sign of encouragement. He leaned toward me even more, closing his eyes this time and puckering his lips.

Aw, hell no, I thought. There will be no kissy-kissy here. At all. I didn't even know this kid, he didn't look familiar to me at all, so how was it fancy seeing me here?

"Um..." I started. Who the hell are you? Is what I should've said, but instead I settled with, "Do I know you?"

Smoochy pulled back immediately. That's more like it. You go ahead and stare at me from WAY back there.

His smile never wavered as he said, "Oh, well, uh... this is going to sound weird and kinda strange, and maybe even a little bit stalkerish...but no, you don't know me. But I know you." I didn't say anything. I didn't have to, my face must have said it all because Weird-O quickly continued with, "Oh! No, no, no, not like that! I haven't like, stared at you while you were taking a shower or anything. Or watched as you used that really good smelling strawberry-breeze shampoo- exactly 2 squirts in your left hand. Lather, rinse, don't repeat- at night right after CSI: Miami on Wednesday and before Hell's Kitchen on Thursday.

"And I definitely haven't, like, hidden behind your refrigerator as you poured your orange juice every morning right after your daily bowl of Captain Crunch, and then left to go to your first class- Biology on Tuesday's and Thursday's- only to trip on your way out of the front door every single morning and then quietly swear to yourself while holding the big toe of your right foot," He babbled. "No, nothing like that."

My mouth was hanging open, I was positive. I'm pretty sure my eyes were bugging out, too. But I didn't care. Because everything that stalker-boy here had said was true. I always had orange juice and Captain Crunch for breakfast. And yeah, I used only two squirts of Herbal Essence Strawberry-Breeze shampoo. I took my showers after CSI: Miami on Wednesday, and right before Hell's Kitchen on Thursday's. Every morning I tripped on my way out the front door of my dorm room. Every morning Alice laughed at me and called me clumsy. And every single freakin' morning I hopped up and down in the hallways holding my injured big toe on my right foot, swearing like crazy.

"Oh. My. Gosh. You- you..." I stuttered.

His eyebrows furrowed, "What? Oh. Oh, man. I knew that was going to sound crazy. Crap, I shouldn't have even said anything. But it's not like that happens, anyway, right?"

I stared at him some more, slowly inching my desk away from him.

His eyes widened, "Dude...No way. I was right? Whoa...Wait." He grinned and my stomach churned, "You like Captain Crunch, too? I thought it was just me! You see, I made this poll for the school on what people's favorite cereals were and-"

"Stop!" I cut him off sharply, "Stop, stop, stop." I closed my eyes and brought my fingers up to my temples, taking deep breaths in and out trying to steady my rapidly beating heart and my growing headache. My eyes flew open from the thought that suddenly flew to my mind. "Who are you, anyway?"

"Oh, yeah. Jeez, where are my manners, huh?" Weird-O-Stalker-Boy cleared his throat. "My name is Mike Newton. Pleased to meet you, Bella."

"Cut the crap. How do you know my name? Scratch that, how do you know me?"

Mike's face instantly brightened, and he sat up straighter, "Oh, that's easy! I sit in homeroom with you."

"Okay, well what about the shampoo and cereal thing? Huh? How do you know about that?"

He shrugged, "I was just guessing." I narrowed my eyes at him. "Honestly!" He nodded his head so violently I was afraid it would snap off his shoulders.

I studied him some more, "Well, if you sit in homeroom with me, why haven't I seen you before?" I asked accusingly.

He shrugged once more, but this shrug was different. It was a sad shrug, and I felt kind of bad for him. I felt even worse for what he said next. "I dunno. It's not just you though, nobody really notices me. Which was why I was hoping to get off on a fresh start with you 'cause, well, you're new. So I thought that maybe we could be friends, but I guess not." He turned away from me and sighed, "It's cool, though." He said quietly.

I sat there silently, not knowing what to say.

Mike glanced at me quickly from the corner of his eye and smiled at me sadly, his lips quivered as if he was about to cry, "Sorry if I freaked you out, Bella." He mumbled and his shoulders slumped. Mike took out a piece of paper and a pencil and turned his back to me so that I wasn't able to see what he was writing.

There was no way that he was acting. Even though I had just met him, everything about Mike Newton seemed truly and completely 1000% honest and genuine, which was why that sad little look he gave me made my heart hurt. Damn. Now I felt even worse. Even though he had tried to totally make out with me as soon as I sat down, apart from Alice, Mike was the one person that tried to befriend me first. That had to count for something.

The thing was, I wasn't very good with those "hey, let's be friends" gestures. Not that he was either, but I was much, much worse. Which was why I sat there for the rest of detention staring at the whiteboard, occasionally throwing glances at Mike, but never once did he even look at me.

At the end of detention, the supervisor- who I just noticed had been sitting at the front of the room for the whole period- grabbed her laptop and grumbled, "I hope I never have to see you in here again, kids. Please stay out of trouble, blahblahblah, you know the rest." Then walked out. I grabbed my bag from next to my desk and stood up, ready to catch Mike and apologize, but just as I looked up I saw him hurriedly exit the classroom.

Something white fluttered in the corner of my eye. I looked to my right and saw the piece of paper that Mike had been writing on during detention. He must've accidentally left it on his desk. I picked it up and even though it was none of my business, I read it.

If I could find the right girl

Possibilities are all I see

I think I could be happy

Normal

But I know that's just not me

Am I just too picky?

Will my life just pass me by?

Maybe I'm just unlucky

It feels so worthless to even try

So long, goodbye

It always hurts to hear you cry

That's why

I was supposed to hurt you

Hurts as much as you do

Hurts to be hurt by you

Wish I never met you

Hurts to not have someone

Never hurt to have some fun

Hurts to not have met you [x2]

I'm always looking for someone

But I find another lonely night

And when I stop to read The helpful road signs

All they say is hurt left, hurt right

And if we hook up

With my luck, it will suck

And if we never meet

Who's to blame?

Is it my fault?

So long, goodbye

It always hurts to hear you cry

That's why

I was supposed to hurt you

Hurts as much as you do

Hurts to be hurt by you

Wish I never met you

Hurts to not have someone

Never hurt to have some fun

Hurts to not have met you [x2]

There was more, but I stopped reading. It wasn't a poem, but a song. And I knew this song, it was Hurts to Hurt, by Antifreeze. Now, maybe I was being conceited, but I had a pretty strong feeling that this song was about me. Whatever. I neatly folded the sheet of paper and put it in my bag in between my math textbook and my science notebook, where I would easily find it to give to Mike later.

I left the classroom, only to hear a familiar tinkling sound behind me. I turned around and was face to face with Alice. For some reason, she was staring at my bag, laughing.

"Hey," I searched my bag for the source of her entertainment, but found nothing even vaguely humorous. "What's so funny?"

"Oh, nothing." Almost as if she knew exactly what she was looking for, she found Mike's sheet of lyrics and snatched it from it's hiding place, sandwiched between my books.

"Hey, give that back!" I protested, but she turned her back to me and speedily walked down the hallway. I tried my hardest to gracefully maneuver through the passing students who walked next to me, but it was difficult. After losing Alice from my view, I caught up with her shortly afterwards and saw her standing in the middle of the hallway, looking beautifully stunning, as always. Mike's lyrics fluttered limply in Alice's grasp.

The look on Alice's face was a mixture of utter disbelief, and her trying to hold back laughter. When she saw me staring at her quizzically, she swallowed her fit of laughter and walked up to me, placing both hands on my shoulders.

"Bella," She said soothingly.

"What? What's so funny? And why-"

"It's okay," She shushed.

I brushed her hands off my shoulders and she watched the movement carefully, "Alice, what are you talking about?"

"I read your song, and it's all okay. I'll totally still be your friend, but you should've told me before I started thinking that you liked Edward. It was wrong to trick me like that."

"Alice! What are you talking about?!" I screamed. Everyone within a 5 mile radius turned to stare at me. Alice took my arm and pulled me to the side of the hallway, right next to the wall.

She sighed, "Calm down, calm down," She cooed. "I won't tell anyone, silly!"

"Tell anyone what?" I whisper-hissed.

She rolled her eyes, "That you're lesbian, of course."

Whoa! Oh hot damn, not even I saw that coming and I wrote it!

So0o0o, now we've got Mike Newton, a kinda-sorta love song, and Bella is supposedly a lesbian. *Strokes Imaginary Beard* This is very interesting. As you can probably tell, I worked muy, muy hardio on this chapter. AND it was longer than all the others (i think). So, with that said, I am very proud of myself! *Claps and Pats Self on Back*

I have done my job, now please do yours and review! Thanks muy muchio!

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