Summary: (Partially AU) Jessica Mastriani - the well-known Lightning Girl - is waiting. Waiting for her savior - her knight in shining armor you could say. She isn't known for her patience, but for this one thing, she'll have to wait. Wait patiently.

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Waiting Patiently

Chapter 2

I walked into detention the following week and sat in my normal seat.

Thank God I only had one more week of this.

When I went to sit down, I noticed somebody else in the back row.

Well, duh, there's bound to be someone else in detention. But I meant, I hadn't ever seen him anywhere before. Was he new?

I looked at him and smiled, then turned back around and waited for the teacher to come in. We were watching another one of the drama club's plays. Claire, my neighbor and brother's girlfriend, was the lead, as usual.

The teacher finally walked in and sat down in the front. She took attendance. I found out that the new kid's name was Robert Wilkins. Hmm . . . interesting.

Then the teacher left us alone to do our homework or whatever.

About a half hour into detention, the teacher called out, "Jessica?"

I looked up. "Yes, Mrs. (Insert art teacher's name here)?"

"Could you come up here for a minute?" she asked politely.

I groaned. What did I do now?

I walked up to the front and stopped in front of the desk. "Jessica," she whispered, "could you do me a huge favor?"

Um . . . well, I guess I shouldn't say no. "Sure," I replied.

"You see those boys back there? The W's? Could you sit in between Mr. Wilkins and Mr. Wendell? There causing a rukuss and I figured putting some feminine power in there would help." The rows were situated so that there was a seat in between every kid. Kind of retarded, but whatever.

Hell, if I get to sit next to the hot new kid, why not. Yes, I am aware that I have a boyfriend, but what he doesn't know won't hurt him.

"Of course," I replied sweetly.

"Oh, thank you, Jess," she gushed. "You really are a sweetheart."

I smiled. "No problem."

Then I went back to my seat to get my things. I walked to the back of the classroom and plopped my stuff on the desk in between the new kid and Wendell, I think his name was.

The new kid, Robert, gave me a weird look when I sat down next to him and Wendell, but I ignored it.

I opened up my chemistry book and started working on my homework again. When I was about half way through my homework, Wilkins whispered, "What are you doing back here?"

I looked at him and smirked. "I'm supposed to inflict some 'feminine power'," I responded sarcastically.

He chuckled. "Right," he said. "So, you have a name?" he asked.

"Yes, I do. And if you don't remember what the art teacher said, then I'm not going to tell you," I said.

Okay, so sue me. I was flirting with him.

He smirked. "Oh? Okay, Jessica. Then what's your last name?"

I closed my book and sat back in my chair. "Mastriani. And don't you dare call me Jessica. It's Jess, Robert."

"Oh, a feisty one, aren't ya?" came a voice from the left. I turned my head. Oh, him. I forgot about him.

"Shut up," I said and turned back to Rob.

"Please," he said, "not even my mother calls me that."

I laughed. "Okay. Rob, then?"

"Sure," he said. Then we got a harsh 'shh' from the teacher.

I tried doing the rest of my homework again. I really did. But I was just so damn distracted. I mean, let's face it, this guy was hot. He had long wavy black hair and these fog colored eyes that could just make you forget everything if you looked at them long enough, which, for me, was about two seconds. And, really, who could resist a guy who caries a spy novel in his back pocket. Seriosuly. That just wreaks of masculinity. Well, in my opinion at least.

(A/N: Teehee, and mine too.)

But I must remember that I have a boyfriend.

A boyfriend who is good to me and cares about me. Well, at least I think he does.

No, no, he does. I mean, if he didn't care about me, he wouldn't touch me the way he does. Well, I guess maybe he would.

Ugh, this is so confusing.

"Okay, kids, you're dismissed. See you tomorrow!" Mrs. (Insert art teacher's name here) said cheerily.

We all hurried out of there quickly.

"Jess!"

I whirled around.

Kevin.

"Oh, hey, Kev," I said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. I really didn't want to do anymore than that, considering Rob could see us. And I . . . well, when Kevin and I broke up, I was hoping maybe I could get together with Rob.

Yeah, right. In your dreams.

"That's all I get?" Kevin asked jokingly. "A peck on the cheek?"

I punched his arm. "Kevin, we're in school. God, get over yourself."

He smiled and wrapped his arms around me. "That's why I love you. You're so . . ."

"Blunt?" I supplied.

"Oh, come on, give it a better name," he said. Then his watch beeped, indicating that he was late for something. "Oh shit," he said, practically pulling me out of the school. "Jess I've got to get to work. Can you . . . uh, walk? Or get a ride from someone else? If I drop you off, I'll be later than I all ready am."

"What?"

But he was all ready flying out of the school.

"Fuck," I muttered.

"That's a little harsh language for someone like you, don't you think?"

I turned around to see Rob standing there. "Oh, hi," I said. Then I realized he could've been standing there the whole time, while Kevin was holding me and everything . . . "How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough to know that you have a boyfriend and that said boyfriend ditched you for work," he replied sarcastically, leaning against the row of lockers.

"He didn't ditch me, he just . . ." I said, trying to think of something else to say. "Okay, so he ditched me."

He chuckled. And when he did, it was like, I'd give anything to hear him do it again. "Figures anyway," he said. Then he stood up straight. "So you need a ride?"

Rob's POV

Okay, so she has a boyfriend. Big deal.

And she's a townie.

Well, that could be a bit difficult to overcome.

God, why am I even thinking about her? She's not even in my league. She'd never agree to going out with me.

But then I saw that her boyfriend fucking ditched her for work. What an ass.

That was my chance.

You know, the whole night in shining armor thing.

And boy was I thrilled when she agreed to let me give her a ride.

"You have a motorcycle?" she asked excitedly. She came around the side and checked it out. Ha, if only she'd do that to me.

"Yep," I said. I opened the little compartment and extracted two helmets. I handed one to her. I then put mine on while getting on the bike and straddling it. She just stood there, looking at me. "Well, are you gonna get on?" She shook her head and put the helmet on, then proceeded to get on the bike. "Put your arms around me hold on," I ordered and started the engine.

And then I drove off.

"Park by the end of the street," Jess yelled from behind me.

"Why?" I said, looking over my shoulder.

See, the good thing about this girl is, she doesn't mind when I go fast. In fact, if I didn't know any better, I'd say she loved it.

"Because my mom would kill me if she saw me on the back of a motorcycle."

I chuckled and did what she said.

I turned off the engine, letting her get off first. When she pulled the helmet off and shook her hair out, she seriously looked like one of those women from those shampoo commercials and damn did she look good.

Okay, Wilkins, you just met this girl. She has to have some flaw. Jesus Christ.

She smiled at me. "Um . . . I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" she tittered, rather nervously, too.

I smirked. "Yes, in detention."

She shook her head and walked away. I couldn't help but stare at her when she did.

And I couldn't wait for detention the next day, which is also a big shocker. But . . . if she'd be there, it was so worth getting in trouble.

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