Few more days until contest deadline. This chapter is written in Ana's POV.

Detention Bites

"Ms. Rivera?" Mr. McCaughey called to the Latina sitting in the back. "Ms. Rivera!"

Finn shook Ana's arm. "Hey, hey, wake up!" He whispered.

Ana's eyes fluttered open as she raised her head from her desk. "What?" She sleepily mumbled.

"Well, Ms. Rivera, since you obviously think that you're over-qualified for this class," Mr. McCaughey mocked, "and make it a routine to sleep during my reviews, why don't you answer number 2 for us?" He dared, his small gray eyes squinting.

"No thanks." Ana responded shaking her head. "And I don't believe that I ever told anyone that I thought I was 'over-qualified'," she added, making air quotes, "so I'd appreciate you not putting words in my mouth." Ana sarcastically smiled, mocking her teacher's tone.

"I think it would be a smart decision to do as I ask. Now, come up to the chalkboard and work out the problem. You really should know it, considering that it will be on our test we're taking later this hour."

"Shit," Ana thought to herself. She'd forgotten about the test. Well, the least she could do now was attempt to get out of it by leaving the room. It was either principal's office or nurse.

"Will you hurry up? We are waiting!" Mr. McCaughey spat.

"Principal's office is easier." Ana thought to herself. Smiling sickly, Ana countered, "why should I? It's not like there's nothing better for us to be doing. I mean, c'mon now. Everyone knows that sitting here and listening to me make-up excuses is much more fun than listening to you drone on and on." She crossed her arms over here chest and cocked her head, waiting for Mr. McCaughey's reaction.

"Thank you for your input, Ms. Rivera, but I am afraid you still have not answered the question." McCaughey reciprocated.

Ana rolled her eyes and decided to push her luck. "No, Mr. McCaughey. I will not answer your dumb little question."

Finn glanced nervously back and forth between Ana and McCaughey as did the rest of the students in the room. "Ms. Rivera, I'm afraid if you do not answer the question, then I will not be able to give you your participation points for the day."

She scoffed. Ana'd just insulted his teaching skills, and the worst he could threaten was to take away her mother fucking PARTICIPATION POINTS? Was he being serious right now? "Go ahead. I don't give a shit."

The classroom gasped in unison at Ana's use of profanity. "Ms. Rivera!" Mr. McCaughey echoed. "The use of that type of language is against my classroom rules!"

Ana smirked. "Really? 'Cause your stupid rules can kiss. My. Ass."

"That is it! Detention, Ms. Rivera." Ana's mouth hung open.

"A detention? You aren't even gonna try to send me to Figgin's? Or hell, I'd even take Ms. Pillsberry!" She turned her mouth into a pout. "I have some sort of a tragedy in my life right now, and I really could use some immediate counseling." Ana lied.

Finn shot her a classic, 'really?' look, not believing his ears. Ana rolled her eyes again and decided to ignore him.

"But that would allow to skip my test today, and I can not have that." Mr. McCaughey smirked back.

Ana let a puff of air escape from her mouth. "Whatever." She breathed.

"Good, now may I return to the discussion?" Mr. McCaughey challenged and Ana waved her hand yes.

"Damn, Ana." Finn whispered after Mr. McCaughey had gone back to addressing the full class about some stupid math shit. "Why the hell would you do that?" He asked in astonishment.

"Because, Finn," she explained to her clueless friend, "if I get sent to the principal's office, I don't have to take the test. But Mr. McCaughey is a pussy," she added, glaring in her teachers direction, "and he decided to just give me a detention."

"Wow, you're smart." Finn concluded. "I wish I'd thought of that."

Ana smiled at Finn's compliment and got back to what she'd been doing before she was so rudely interrupted, and fell asleep.

Ana strode into the room she'd assumed was detention after school and took an empty seat near the back of the room. When she'd plopped her bag down, she noticed that a big guy was walking towards her.

She eyed him carefully and pursed her lips when he'd taken the seat next to her.

"Hey, babe." He greeted. Ana turned to him and stared at him intently.

"Do I know you?" She asked, raising her eyebrow.

The boy snorted cockily. "Well, if you don't I'd be surprised. I'm like fucking royalty at this school. Everyone knows me."

Ana studied his face more carefully. He did look familiar. "You mind telling me your name again?"

"Karofsky. I'm a defensive lineman for McKinley, hockey captain and all around stud."

She giggled slightly. Was this guy yanking her chain? "I'm Ana." She said, introducing herself.

"Oh, I know you. You're Puckerman's girlfriend." He nodded.

Ana sighed. "I wish people would stop calling me that."

"Why? You not with him?" He interrogated.

"No, I am. But, I just wish people realized that I have a name, I'm not just Noah's girlfriend."

Karofsky gawked at her. "The fuck is Noah?"

She shook her head. "I mean Puck."

"You call him Noah?"

Ana slowly nodded. "Got a problem with that?" She countered.

Karofsky chuckled. "Course not, babe."

She winced slightly at Karofsky's use of 'babe' again. Before Ana could continue her slightly odd conversation with Karofsky, the room supervisor marched into the room.

"There will be not talking!" The short and stout man claimed. "Anyone who does will face a Saturday detention. We clear?"

Ana grabbed for her iPhone, hardly acknowledging the man's orders for silence.

"fuck, noah, detention bites." She texted her boyfriend.