Disclaimer: Not mine, Disney's. AGHH! How long has it been since I started this story!? A long time INDEED! But, here's the second chapter, for anyone that wants to read it...I hope that you like it, and hopefully, the next part won't be so long in coming next time! :) Anyway, with out further ado...

Forever and A Day

Chapter 2

"...and after that OUTRAGEOUS display of COMPLETE disrespect for yourselves and everyone else in this school, I feel that..." VP Carson yelled, the tiny vein on his neck standing out and throbbing with each beat of his heart. His neck was almost the exact shade of a tomato, and he looked like he was going to explode at any moment.

Jamie slid down in his seat further, trying to keep from going to sleep. Sleeping during one of Carson's tirades, he had discovered the hard way, was not a good way to keep oneself out of detention.

Catie, however, did not seem to care to much about staying out of detention. Her chin was propped up by her hand, and her eyes continually fluttered closed and then popped open, as if she was fighting a losing battle at staying awake.

The dark haired youth beside her noticed, and when Carson turned toward the filing cabinets, swearing that this was going on their "permanent records", he reached out slowly, and pinched her gently.

Well, he thought it was gently. However, judging from the way she jumped and squealed at the top of her lungs, it hadn't been as gentle as he had intended it. Jamie tried to muffle his laughter, his mouth pulling into a smile. Catie made a face at him, and reached out to swat his arm, her eyes sparkling as she fought to contain her own giggles, just as Carson spun around to see what the two "hooligans" were doing.

Jamie and Catie meet his steely gaze with two perfectly innocent ones of their own, even though Catie was rubbing her side where Jamie had pinched her carefully.

"Is there a problem, Vice Principal?" Jamie asked as politely as possible.

"Did you just squeal, Ms. Roth?" Carson asked suspiciously, eyeing the two with weary eyes.

Catie flashed him her sweetest smiles. "Why would I do something like that, Mr. Carson?"

Carson still did not look convinced, his dark blue eyes scanning the duo before him with something akin to dislike.

"Tell me, Mr. Waite, Ms. Roth--do you enjoy detention?" Carson asked them, crossing his arms over his chest and continued to eye his "hellion duo" as he liked to call them mentally.

"Why do you ask?" Jamie asked, his false politeness still held firmly in tact.

"Because your both going to be there until you graduate!" Carson started out calmly, but ended yelling at the top of his lungs.

John Carson was not normally a loud man--in fact, he prided himself on the fact that he very rarely yelled at his students. But something about Caitlin Roth and James Waite just got under his skin and made him half insane. Perhaps it was just because they seemed to have a natural ability to push his buttons as well as a natural dislike for anyone in charge of their well-being that wasn't themselves. Or maybe it was the fact that they just REALLY annoyed him.

"Oh, well, that is a long time isn't it?" Jamie mused out loud, turning his attention to Caitie, who was tapping her chin as well.

"Why, yes it is." Caitie agreed, smirking brightly at the Vice Principal.

"Go! Now!" Carson ordered, rubbing his temples with his fingertips.

"Right-o, mon capitaine!" Jamie saluted sharply.

"OUT!"

"Okay, we're going..." Jamie trailed off, following Caitie out of the door. As soon as the heavy wooden door was shut behind them, the duo began to snigger.

"Poor Carson." Caitie smirked sarcastically, her dark eyes dancing.

"We really should be nicer to him." Jamie agreed, his dark eyes glittering evilly.

"I wouldn't go quiet THAT far..." The petite brunette retorted, shaking her head fore emphasis. As she did so, a lock of her hair fell into her face, covering one eye.

Without really thinking about it, Jamie lifted a hand to her face and tucked the hair back behind her face. The silky strands clung to his fingers, soft as satin. The young man's hand lingered for a second longer then need be on her hair, the scent of it invading his senses like a drug. Blinking rapidly, trying to clear away to heady feeling that had suddenly descended on him, Jamie dropped his hand from her hair, tightening his fingers into a fist, and taking a deep breath to steady himself.

Caitie hadn't seemed to notice his lingering fingers, just flashing him a smile in way of thanks. She continued down the hallway to the detention hall, leaving Jamie standing in the middle of the hallway, his hand still tight in a fist, as if he were trying to keep the touch of her hair on his fingertips.

He watched her walk, his mouth rapidly drying out and his heartbeat increasing proportionally. Her jet black hair swung to and fro as she walked down the hallway, as his eyes devoured her ever move.

Jamie shook himself, trying to pull himself out of the stupor he had allowed himself to be dragged into, taking a deep, calming breath before starting after her, trying to put the unsettling thoughts about his BEST FRIEND out of his mind before he caught up to her.

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Detention was one of the most boring creations in the history of man, Caitie was sure of it. The young woman was sitting at her desk, ideally doodling on her notebook, as she waited for the bell that would set her free from the school enforced hell she was currently trapped in, with only Jamie for company. Well, sort of.

Jamie sat next to her, asleep. His chin was propped up on his arm, his eyes closed. Caitie looked at him for a second, a small smile pulling at her lips. She hadn't ever seen him sleep before--he was actually pretty cute.

His long eyelashes, eyelashes that she secretly coveted, brushed his cheeks, hiding his deep brown eyes from sight. His lips were slightly turned down, like whatever he happened to be dreaming was upsetting him, and a slight red place had sprung up on his cheek from where he was leaning against his hand. He was adorable.

Caitie blinked, and then blinked again. Adorable? Since when had she thought that Jamie was adorable?

Shaking her head, the Goth girl went back to her doodling, though she occasionally darted a glance at Jamie out of the corner of her eye--just to make sure he didn't start drooling or anything, she assured herself.

The banging of books on a table made her jump, and woke Jamie up at the same time. The still half asleep young man started, his frame bunching on instinct. The twosome exchanged a look, Jamie blinking his eyes sleepily, trying to wake himself up from the fog of slumber.

Carson stood at the front of the room; he had been the one to drop the load of books on the table. An almost cruel smile pulled at his lips as his gaze landed on Jamie, and the young man suddenly felt like a rabbit caught in the sights of a hawk.

"Mr. Waite." Jamie really didn't like the way the assistant principal said his name. "SINCE you seem to have nothing else more PRODUCTIVE to do during your detention then sleep, would you kindly come with me?"

"Ummm...yes sir?" The young man exchanged a glance with Caitie, a line of worry appearing between his dark eyebrows. "Uh oh..." He mouthed to the girl, before sending her a quirky grin.

"Hey, wait a minute!" Caitie protested as Jamie was lead out of the room by Mr. Carson. The vice principal looked over his shoulder at the girl, lifting an eyebrow in question. "Yes?"

"You're going to leave me in here ALONE?" Caitie demanded, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at the two men, though mostly at Carson.

"I'm sure you'll be fine Miss Roth." Carson informed her, turning and heading back out the door. Jamie shoot her an apologetic look before following the man out of the room, leaving Caitie to sit back with a huffed sigh, sorely tempted to start pouting.

Now what was she suppose to do?