"Dana, Dana, Dana, will it ever be thus?" Mr Kingsley, the detention monitor for that weekend shook his head disappointedly when Dana had walked in moodily, slamming her detention slip on the desk.
"What are you in this time for?"
"I got caught punching Jackson Rennison in the face," she shrugged. Mr Kingsley, a big fan of basketball, gasped.
"No! He's probably the best player on the team…" he looked down at the slip, "well, he's the tallest anyway."
"So he can't play the game tomorrow and I'm screwed for today," Dana waited patiently for the her assigned seat number, "so I wanna get this over and done with."
"How many Saturday detentions have you had this year, Dana?"
"Is it any of your business?" Dana sneered, taking the seat slip and sliding into the seat near the back of the class. The troublemakers, like Devon Huntley and Geena Shipman were always placed at the front of class, so whoever was monitor could keep a close eye on them. Non threatening detentionees, like Dana, would be placed at the back, so the naughtier kids could be strategically placed closer to the front. Dana looked around the silent classroom, to see who else would be suffering Saturday detention with her. Devon Huntley was at the front again. He was in Saturday detention so many times he never made plans for weekends. Charlotte Banmyre – a girl Dana knew only in passing – sat in front of Dana, her iPod headphones hidden underneath her long, dark hair, but visible only from the back. Dana hoped Charlotte would get caught, cause when people got caught listening to music or generally having fun in detention, Punishments (with a capital P) were made.
"I never expected to see you here, Miss Carlton." Dana looked to the front of the class, which everyone else had done by then. Christina Carlton, 'Number Four' was standing, tall, aloof and pissed off at the front of class, clearly not up for making small talk with Mr Kingsley. After getting her seat, she swanned up to the back, the 'First Timers' in the dark corner of the class, casted by shadows. Strangely enough, Christina sat down and took out a little table lamp before turning it on, as though she was aware people wanted to stare at her.
Dana went back to staring down at her desk. She could hear Christina drum her long, sharp fingernails on the desk irritably, and letting out loud, annoyed sighs every now and then before resuming the finger tapping.
"Hey you," she whispered, poking Dana sharply in the shoulder, "what are you here for?"
"Punched Jackson Rennison in the face," Dana hissed.
"I've been wanting to do that for a long time," Christina mused, "the team'll never win the game tomorrow. He's probably their best player."
She paused and looked down at her nails.
"Well, he's the tallest anyway."
"What are you in for?"
"Me?" Christina asked, even though it was obvious Dana was talking to her, "Some prep-push-up thought she'd be funny by spilling nail polish all over my suede Manolo Blahnik boots," even though Dana had no idea what Christina was talking about, she still listened, "on purpose. So I turned around and smacked her one."
"With what?"
"My school bag," Christina pursed her small little mouth, "right across the head."
"Is she alright?" Dana asked, not vaguely caring.
"Nurse says she'll come to in a couple of days," Christina shrugged, "I can't believe I got Saturday detention for it though, she was totally asking for it. The only perk is I can dress to the occasion." Dana noticed at this point Christina was wearing a black and white striped vest, a pair of black denim skinny jeans and black and white striped pointy heels, "I feel like a prison convict in all these stripes. I can't believe I'm wasting my Saturday in detention. I could be doing really useful things, like, internet shopping."
"So, why did you move?"
Kristen looked over the rim of her latté and across at Logan was sitting at the other side of the table.
"I never liked the upbringing at St A's," she said, "and I couldn't go on there any longer. Once Rebecca moved, I was thinking about moving, and then my other friend, Georgia moved and well…here I am."
Kristen began fiddling with her bangs distractedly. Logan watched her.
"Do you like it here?" He asked. Kristen dropped her fingers from her forehead and wrapped them around her latté cup.
"Oh yes, everyone here's so…" she paused to take a sip of her latté, "welcoming."
Logan felt himself blushing.
Why?
He wasn't quite sure.
As the credits of Scrubs rolled across the screen and the familiar banjo-like theme tune began playing : Michael, Rebecca, Nicole and Quinn (who had joined them shortly after Zoey's departure) began to stir.
"What's on next?"
Rebecca picked up the remote.
"Uh…Ellen."
Nicole snatched the remote out of Rebecca's hands and turned the television of quickly, causing all of them to sigh with relief.
"I should depart," Quinn fingered the ends of the french braids Rebecca had put in her hair during the commercial break, "I have an experimental project I'd like to get going. It's all about male and female relationship patterns."
Michael scratched his head absent-mindedly.
"You what?"
"I don't really have time to explain," Quinn said, standing up, "in fact, I shouldn't even have watched that episode of Scrubs, it's put my project back a whole nine hours."
The three blinked at her.
"You've only been watching TV for an hour," Rebecca said, slipping her shoes back on.
Quinn tapped her nose.
"Ah! So you think!" and scurried off. Nicole contemplated over following her but decided against it. One time, after following Quinn, Nicole came back with green, spongy growths on the side of her calves.
"I think I'll go find Kristen," Rebecca yawned, pulling on her light jacket and sunglasses, "check she's not dead or anything."
"Oh Gosh," Michael cried dramatically, "you care so!"
Zoey put up her last poster with gusto, proclaiming 'ta da' and doing crazy jazz hands.
"That's them all!" She cried, dancing around in a circle, not seeing the tape on the floor, stepping on it and crashing into Chase.
"Woah!" Chase threw his arms out to catch her, she fell into them roughly, looking up at him.
This is the perfect moment, Chase thought to himself, kiss her. Kiss her.
Rebecca had no idea where she was going to find Kristen, and quite frankly, she didn't even want to find her, but she liked playing the 'good friend' role. Besides, she knew it was better to have Kristen on their side. She turned the corner and walked breezily down the path. She caught a quick glimpse of bushy hair. Presuming it was Chase (and where there was a Chase, there was a Zoey), she called,
"Hey, have you guys seen Kristen?" and jogged up closer. When she arrived, Zoey was lying in Chase's arms like she'd just fallen, and the two were staring at each other, their gaze uninterrupted.
"Ooh…I'm sorry," she giggled as Zoey bit her lip and helped herself up, "I seem to have uh…did you uh…did I interrupt something here?" she waved her pointed index finger between Zoey and Chase.
"No I just fell," Zoey said quickly, fixing her hair.
What had just happened there? Did I almost kiss Chase? He's supposed to be my best friend!
"Suuuuure," Rebecca drawled, nodding over-exaggeratedly and widening her eyes to make it clear she didn't belief them, "are you uh…positive?"
"Yeah, she fell, I caught her," Chase scratched the back of his neck nervously.
Rebecca knows. Rebecca knows. Rebecca knows.
"Mmhmm, well," Rebecca pulled the waist line on her skirt up slightly, "I'm off. I'll leave you two to uh…" she paused for a second, before finishing on, "well, goodbye."
Chase watched Rebecca leave.
"Er, I better go too Zo, I have…homework to do," he lied, scratching his neck again. Zoey didn't question. He slipped off.
Damn it! He thought, Rebecca knows. I could tell by that look in her eyes.
Oh crap. Rebecca's Zoey's best friend. Will they talk about it at little girly night time discussions?
God I hope not.
But I can't be too sure.
I've got to make sure she thinks otherwise.
Sorry this was delayed, I had it done by like, six pm but I was too busy watching America's Next Top Model and CSI Re-Runs! Apologies, have some pie. zxxbsmsgirl3148 I am totally honoured I'm on your favourite authors list! Thank you so much, you rule! And thanks for the hug too...MrsLoganReese also thanks for my story being on your favourite story list, and I don't think I ever said this but I TOTALLY love your name, because Logan is hot. Bad Boys. Mmm. I love y'all, ALL of you have pie, N x