AN: hey sorry it's taken me so long to post and sorry it's so short. I want to assure you I haven't abandoned the story I'm just swamped with work. I am going to finish it in the next two ir three chapters though cuz I hate it when ppl don't finish their stories so I'm not going to do that. Anyhow enjoy the fic :D

Serena walked into class half an hour late on Tuesday, sullen and apathetic. She wasn't surprised when Darien didn't call her to the front of the class but took initiative and went herself.

"Mr. Chiba, I ready to write that test." Darien looked up relived too see her in a rather pretty baby blue boat neck shirt. It was tight but covered everything.

"Today?"

"Yes today." She smiled slightly.

"Have you done any preparation what so ever?"

"Nope. See you at thee." She started towards the door.

"Do you care at all about this class and whether or not you pass." Darien asked as she was just about to open the door. She looked over her shoulder with a bitter smile.

"The test is on Hamlet right?" Darien nodded. "I'll pass." She kept walking.

She got to detention before Darien and took a seat playing with the pen she'd brought. She even had a note book with her, many of her teachers becoming annoyed with her lack of interest in their classes. But really when you'd already taken the stuff once if not twice how much interest were you supposed to show? Darien walked in and set the test in front of her without a word and she started also without speaking. Things were strained at best between them and she wasn't quite sure how to break the silence. She rolled the problem around the back of her mind as she worked on a test that was far to simple. It was 20 after three when she dropped the finished test on Darien's desk. He picked it up shaking his head, a little disappointed.

"I wish you'd a least try." He sighed.

"Look it over before you judge it." Serena retorted. "I'll be very surprised if I get less then an 80"

"Your very sure of yourself."

"Sometimes." Serena shrugged.

"I'd say more often then not." Serena gave him a sad smile.

"That's because you don't know me. Have you even looked at my file?" She asked as an after thought cocking her head to one side.

"No should I?" Serena just shrugged and walked out. Darien sat at his desk suitably confused then started reading over the test in front of him.

Serena was on time for class and Darien walked up and silently dropped the graded test on her desk 87 . She smiled and folded into four stuffing the paper into her pocket and slipped into a world of daydreams.

"Serena could you come here for a moment." She sat up and watched the last couple of students file out of the room. Ooops. She cringed slightly as she go up and walked to the front of the room.

"Do you pay attention at all in my class?"

"I'm not known for my attention span in any of my classes." She smiled sweetly and noticed that it didn't work. Darien sighed, he had the feeling he was slowly digging his own grave.

"I'll see you in detention." Serena smiled and walked to the door.

Serena sighed it was Friday and things were Darien weren't going anywhere. After Tuesday detentions had miraculously acquired more people and she'd stopped going there really wasn't any point Darien wasn't talking to her. She stopped indecisively in the hall then kept walking deciding once again not to attend detention. She headed over to the arcade instead the girls wouldn't be there till four thinking she had detention but she just do what she'd been doing all week, hanging out with Andrew.

"Hey Drew." Serena walked in a dropped gracelessly onto a stool.

"Hey Rena what can I get for you?"

"Chocolate shake." She said despondently, she really wasn't having a good week. Her mother had told her that morning they were moving again in a month, she didn't even get to finish the semester.

"You seem down what's wrong?" Andrew crossed his arms and leaned against the counter giving her his full attention.

"You mean besides the fact that life sucks?" She asked with a raised brow and he nodded with a slight smile. He really could see why Darien was having a problem.

"Let's see where to start. I'm moving again in a month, I don't even know why I'm still attending school at this point it's absolutely useless."

"Cuz it's illegal to skip?" Andrew asked with a snort.

"Not when your over 16."

"And when you are you can skip to your harts content."

"Drew sweetie I turn 19 in three months." Andrew stepped back looking her over in shock and then smiled. "Well that explains it then, but then why are most of your classes grade 10 courses?" He looked honestly puzzled and she shook her head.

"I'm moving in a month changing schools again do you think I'm passing any of the classes I'm in this semester either."

"That must be frustrating."

"Nearly as frustrating as the only guy I've ever been truly interested in ignoring me."

"Well the last one I might be able to help you with." He leaned close with an evil smile.

Serena headed back to school in a rush if she hurried she would make it back before detention was over. She thanked all the gods she could think of that Mina had told her where the English dep. was as she raced full out through the school and got there at 25 after three. She flopped gracelessly into the chair panting and that was how Darien found her.

"You skipped detention." Darien stated after a moment of shock.

"It got boring." She shrugged. Darien shook his head and went to his desk starting to pack up. Then turned looking at her angrily.

"Do you care at all about your future?" He demanded. Serena stood and stalked over to stand in front of him.

"For you information, I'm moving in a month. Do you think even if I had tried this semester I'd pass?" She demanded angrily looking up in to deep blue eyes.

"You'd have a better chance then you do now." He snapped back.

"Maybe, but trying never made that much of a difference in the past." She looked away and Darien shifted uncomfortably.

"I'm sorry." He said quietly. Serena shrugged.

"At any rate that's not why I came here." Darien raised a brow.

"I figured since it's your last day I should let you in on a little secret." She raised on tiptoe resting her hands on his chest for balance and breathed in his ear.

"My birthday is in three months, I'll be nineteen." Then she turned on heals and strode away, hips swinging with a feline grace that reminded him of that night on the dance floor.