A/N: ok, so I wrote this quite a while ago… just haven't gotten around typing it. Lol! Don't kill me! So since around 30 persons pretty much threatened to kill me if I didn't continue stare, figured I should write something else. Thing is, after I wrote this, I realized that it could be a follow-up to stare. So here it is! (there it is, the "word" ARG! Again!)

Stare

Chapter 2: Detention

Is she trying to torture me or what?!

She just had to be stuck in detention with me! The two of us!

Alone. In. A. Room.

Arg!

Alright, so it's partly – mostly my fault. I shouldn't have stared at her like that. But hey, what's a guy like me to do when the prettiest – no, make that most beautiful girl he has ever seen is sitting right across from him in the most boring of classes in this crap of a school?

Shit. She's glaring at me. I don't even want to figure out how I realized that because she's sitting a few seats behind me. If looks could kill, I think I would have had quite a few holes burning at the back of my head by now. Yep, Tristan Dugrey, bald at the age of 17. Great.

She must be blaming me for our predicament. It's just my luck. While I'm stuck alone with the girl of my dreams in a classroom, I don't even dare looking at her. My life sucks and if there's a higher being up there, he must be damned amused by this.

Arg!

Oh terrific. As if on cue, I think the devil too have decided to meddle himself in this mess. How? I am turning around right now with my trademark smirk plastered on my face. Am I that reckless?

Don't say anything stupid Dugrey! Better yet, don't say anything at all. Zip that mouth of yours. Just smile and turn around again. Or turn around now. NOW!

"Just can't look away Mary?"

Open damn mouth, insert both feet with perfect shiny leather black shoes. My conscience must be thinking: "Gee. I'm the conscience of a freaking moron. How cool is that? YOU IDIOT!!!"

Urg…

"Exactly. I'm trying to figure out what must have happened for you to turn out… like this." The last word was tinted with a hint of disgust, as she looked me over. I could feel her disapproving, almost scornful gaze piercing me.

"Not everyone needs brown floppy hair, a stoking and bagging job and Dean as a first name to look good." Ok, now my mouth is moving of its own.

But then I saw something almost like hurt flash in her eyes. Very briefly though, so I wasn't sure if I really saw it or if it was only my ego making me imagine it. Wonderful. She hates more with each passing second.

"And not everyone needs money to attract others." she spat (yes, spat) back angrily.

Why does everything go wrong whenever she's anywhere near me?

"Pick up your jaw Dugrey, or you'll eat it flies."

WHAT?!?!?!

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Like it? I know it's probably not as good as the first… Stare and Detention just came out from scribbling, didn't actually intend to write them, just came out. Need comments here!!!

Vi. Nguyen

July 3, 2002