Serena was up early the next day, not something she was used to. She usually awoke ten minutes before she had to leave and had just enough time for a shower before running out the door, hair still wet and without any breakfast. Today was different, it was far easier to get up when she was doing it for a guy and not for school, go figure. First period was English and first impressions were always the most important. The fact that this would actually be the second impression was a minor detail. Hopefully he hadn't really noticed her yesterday. The question was what kind of impression did she want to make. There was the good girl, always good for sucking up and shock value when something utterly out of character was done. Or there was the bad girl, the attitude would definitely get her noticed and bad study habits had the potential of getting her a little extra help... and let's face it the bad girls get all the attention. Well that settled it bad girl it was.

She dug around in her closet for her hip-hugger with buttons instead of a zipper. She always wore them with the top two button undone, partly cuz they'd come off, but mainly because you showed just as much stomach without the risk of plumbers crack. Then she pulled on a blood red cropped halter, she smiled at the effect in the mirrored doors of her closet. Her ivory stomach stood out in a flash of bare skin, the hip huggers formed a V accentuating her curves and the halter had a collar giving the illusion of modesty. She stepped into her bathroom barefoot and pulled her knee length hair into a high ponytail sifted through her make-up case finally deciding on going dramatic with black shadow and liner and lipstick that matched to top. She went light on the eye shadow though. Then grabbing her leather jacket, because it both acted as an accessory and covered her midriff in the halls, she raced out the door.

She'd changed her plan slightly when she'd chosen the bad girl persona, best not to push her luck, or come off as a trouble maker. Anyway she was sure she's be late before the week was out, she really just wasn't that good at getting to school on time. She was surprise however that she was the first one in class and took a moment to decide on the best place to sit. In the front of the class she'd be seen, though her outfit was carefully chosen to make sure she couldn't be over looked, anyway no bad girl worth her salt sat at the front unless they had no choice. Back of the class it was.

Serena took seat, dead center last row, and put her booted feet on the back of the chair diagonally in front of her. She undid her jacket, leaned back, laced her fingers behind her head closed her eyes and waited. She didn't have to wait long. She opened one eye and watched, Darien walked in, guys that good looking should really come with some kindda warning label. He was fallowed by Mina and a group of girls who gave her a dirty look. Mina came and sat beside her in silent shock while Darien gave her a cursory glance as he walked to his desk.

"Feet on the floor Ms. Tuskino." He threw over his shoulder putting his brief case down and snapping it open. She slowly let her feet fall with a small smile. He already knew her name... most definitely a good start. She looked him over from bottom to top as he turned and leaded against his desk flipping through the homework from yesterday. He looked positively delicious the pants were black linen, clinging smooth and perfect to his body. The shirt was a plain button down dress shirt but it was a rich vibrant blue. He looked up his eyes meeting hers and she found it hard to breath, her chest tight. The blue so close to his face made his eyes bluer, no longer the color of midnight skies but the color of good sapphire. But no jewel ever had that weight of intelligence, and was that a spark of laughter? Other students were filing into the class now but his gaze remained fixed on her.

"As you're well aware we are already three weeks into the semester so after class I will give you an assignment to make up for the marks you missed and we can discus whether you feel you'll be ready to write the first test next week. We'll also go over some school policies." He let his eyes flick to her exposed midriff before meeting hers again. Serena allowed the smallest smile to grace her lips and nodded.

Darien came around and half leaned half sat on his desk, arms crossed in front of his chest and legs crossed at the ankles, watching the students filling out. Serena stood and stretched, arms over head and back arched, exposing her stomach to the best advantage, before moving to the front of the class and sitting on the desk directly in front of Darien. Mina threw her a somewhat shocked yet vastly amused look over her shoulder as she walked out of the class.

"Ms. Aino could you shut the door behind you." Mina threw Serena a thumbs up as she did as Darien asked and Serena rolled her eyes with a smile. Darien remained silent, looking at Serena mind racing. Damn, she'd been good looking yesterday, now she looked like something out of a wet dream. He suspected she was deliberately trying to drive him insane, knew she was showing off her body on purpose. It'd been the back arch that had done it. He took a deep breath thanking every god in existence he wasn't going to be here much longer then broke the silence.

"I'm sure you are well aware that your midriff must be covered." He stated it quietly and Serena slowly pulled the jacket closed and zipped it half way.

"Better?" She asked quirking a brow. 'Not really.' Darien thought but said nothing. The jacket clung smooth and tight too her body, so form fitting it left very little to the imagination.

"Now this class is moving pretty fast and you've missed most of the first unit. Do you think you'll be ready for the test next Tuesday?"

"Yeah." She smiled and it was a little bitter.

"Do you make it a habit of coming to class with out books?"

"Usually." Darien shook his head.

"You can get everything you've missed from Mina, and I'd appreciate it if you put some effort into the class, or at least the semblance of." He abruptly pushed off the desk and proceeded to collect his things. Serena hopped to her feet and crossed the class.

"See you tomorrow." She her voice was low, seductive, a promise as she sauntered out of the room and Darien groan. Sixteen year olds should not know how to do that.

Serena practically floated down the hall beside Amy who'd already voiced her shock and disapproval. They were going to meet up with the others at the gym and eat lunch outside. Serena was a little surprised her Art teacher hadn't even noticed her lack of attention as she doodled all over a spare bit of paper. They were studying art history, which Serena hated and usually
flunked, though her marks in the rest of the unites kept her from failing the class. Finally they turned a corner and the gym came into view, Mina, Rei and Lita already waiting for them.

"So what, yesterday you tried to make a good impression and today you're doing your damnedest to wreck it?" Rei asked rising a skeptical brow.

"Yeah pretty much." Serena smiled.

"She's decided to go after Mr. Chiba." Mina helpfully stated the obvious.

"Please don't call him that it makes him sound old." Serena pleaded.

"How old is he?" Lita asked as they turned and walked towards the double doors leading outside.

"He's twenty two." Amy stated not looking up from the book she was reading as she walked.

"Dose she know everything?" Serena asked disbelievingly. The others shrugged.

"Anyways let's eat I'm starved." Serena led the way to the picnic table and sat down bring out her lunch. The five girls traded out bits of their lunch for things they liked better, and when everyone was satisfied they ate. Serena was talking enthusiastically with her friends and had taken off her jacket in the hot sun when things were rudely interrupted.

"You should know the rules by now Ms. Tuskino." A deep husky voice drawled close to her ear. She turned her head slowly to come face to face with none other then Darien.

"See you in detention." He smiled viciously reveling in the shocked silence that reined over the table. He'd come to a decision as he'd watched Serena saunter down the hall, she might only be sixteen but two could play this game.

Serena plodded down the hall to the detention hall, as the lecture hall had been dubbed. Mina had informed her it was just to the left of the library, the ever helpful blond making the impossible to find, findable. She turned right into the short hall that lead to the library and sure enough just to the left, dwarfed by the libraries overlarge double doors was room 112. She paused outside the door and sighed heavily, there were so many things she'd rather be doing. On the other hand she was sure to get plenty more detentions she could skip, best not to get into too much trouble the second day of school.

She opened the door and walked through, before she convinced herself she didn't really need to go and bolted, then smiled like the proverbial cat who'd gotten into the cream. Had Darien seen her expression upon entering he may have reconsidered his brilliant plan to get even. When he looked up from the paper he was grading though, her face was blank as she moved to a desk close to the door.

"Glad you could make it Serena, you are aware that detention starts at three o'clock are you not? Or perhaps you simply find it too much of an effort to look at a clock and tell what time it is? You can tell time can't you?" He asked with a caustic smile, trying to see if there was anything to her other then avery beautiful body.

"If I wasn't aware what time detention started at I am now thank you. And if I couldn't tell time I think I'd be in a rudimentary math class instead of English don't you?" she retorted with a quirked brow. Darien nodded smile widening slightly and going back to the work she'd interrupted.

"Am I the only one to bless you with my presence?"

"It's a blessing?"

"Hell yeah." She smiled as Darien shook his head.

"Don't you have homework? If not I could find you something to do." He asked looking up and catching her staring. She blushed slightly but held his gaze.

"I bet you could. Just what did you have in mind?" She dropped her voice and she bit her lower lip glancing down then looking back up through her thick lashes.

"I can think of a few things... none of which are appropriate."

"Really?" She raised a brow. "You know there's a lock on the door."

"So there is, and just what would you like to do Serena?" His voice dropped making something low in her stomach jerk and the look in his eyes made her shiver. Serena's tongue flicked across her lips.

"Anything you want." She promised in a voice that sounded far more confident then she felt. Darien chuckled deep in his throat.

"Maybe next time. See you tomorrow." Serena looked at the clock it was three thirty detention was over.

"I look forward too it." She smiled and sauntered out of the room. She leaned against the wall outside the door, more then a little relived that particular conversation was over. Her mind raced with images not all of them as innocent as a conversation. She was a little hesitant, teasing was one thing, when you hung around with mainly guys you teased and got teased. Following through was another story, who was she kidding though if he wanted her he could have her.

She sighed and pushed herself off the wall heading down the hall and out the main doors. Darien sat at the desk thinking much the same thing as Serena, just what had he gotten himself into? What the hell was he doing taking a conversation that far with a student? And what kind of sixteen year old kept up? Shit he'd thought he'd scare the girl off, that she just had a bit of a crush and was showing off. But no she was definitely playing games and had obviously done so before. Darien shook his head and gathered his things, he had a lot of thinking to do. Just how far was he willing to let this go? He needed to talk to Drew.

Andrew was as usual flirting over at the arcade, and as always with the same girl.

"Ms. Aino." Darien greeted coming up to their table. "Could you excuse us for a moment I need to talk with Andrew."

"Um no problem." She flashed them both a smile as she got up and went to order something at the counter.

"You do know she's only sixteen?" Darien asked leaning one arm on the table and resting his chin on his hand.

"Seventeen actually, and that's why I leave it a flirting for now. So what's up?" Drew asked and Darien out-lined his problem.

"Shit you've gotten yourself in over your head this time buddy. If she weren't so young I'd say go for it, shit where the hell she'd learn stuff like that, just how many boyfriends has she had?"

"Like I would know." Darien rolled his eyes.

"I wanna meet her."

"Oh no you don't." Darien promised.

"I wish I could help, I'd say stay far away form her but you are her teacher."

Darien nodded, he hadn't really expected much else.