Shannon
Shannon looked over the paper that she'd been scribbling furiously on for the past two hours. Mentally, she played through the tune that she'd written and wrinkled her nose in distaste before crumpling up the sheet and tossing it at the trash can. The balled-up paper fell far short of the bin, and one of the boys sitting behind her snorted.
"Nice aim."
Shannon glared at the boy, who stared back at her with a crooked grin. He was annoyingly good-looking, with dark blue eyes and aviator sunglasses perched atop a mop of tousled black hair, as though he'd just rolled out of bed. He wore simple clothes, just blue jeans and a black jacket over a plain white shirt, but Shannon knew he was a typical cool bro, making fun of whomever he liked. She hated his type. "Let's see you do it then, if you're so good."
The boy's grin widened, and he crumpled up the piece of paper that was sitting on the desk in front of him. Without even turning to look at his target, he tossed the ball in a perfect arc that landed in the trash can.
"Weren't those your lines?" The other boy sitting behind Shannon asked, frowning slightly. This one was cute too, in a different way. He wore a dark green sweater over a button-up shirt and khakis, and had neat brown hair and green eyes. If he wasn't such a boring preppy, Shannon might have been attracted to him, or even interested enough to learn his name.
The first boy shrugged. "Like the jockstrap said, Old Dick ain't going to collect them. He'd probably toss them in the trash anyways, so really I'm doing him a favor."
The aforementioned "jockstrap" tensed in his seat, across the aisle from Shannon. Unlike with the other two boys, she at least knew his name, though there wasn't a person in the school who didn't know of Ben Jackson, probably. He was the star wide receiver for the Shermer High Stallions, though equally infamous for breaking the rules just about every other week. Shannon wondered if he was about to start up the argument from earlier, but Ben remained silent, not rising to Aviators's challenge.
There was a long moment of silence before Aviators finally smirked and got up from his seat.
"Where're you going?" Preppy turned around as Aviators sauntered past.
"Nowhere, probably." Came the reply as he wandered into the shelves in the back of the library.
"You shouldn't be out of your seat, you know." The girl sitting next to Ben spoke up for the first time since the argument. "You shouldn't be breaking more rules." Shannon fought the urge to roll her eyes in disdain. Of course the Student Council brownnoser would think that.
"You're one to talk." Aviators called back. "You're in detention with me!"
Percy
Percy eventually got bored of browsing through the shelves for anything interesting to read. He'd read most of the dusty old classics in there a while ago. He briefly contemplated using the shelves like a ladder to climb up but decided against it when they creaked ominously under his weight. He wasn't sure how long he'd been in the shelves, but surely it had been long enough that the bitch in the leather jacket had cooled off.
To be honest, Percy wasn't sure what was going on. Usually people were more receptive to his casual jokes, but today everyone seemed to be downright hostile. Maybe it was the fact that they were all stuck in detention with "Mad Bull" Vernon, though he couldn't see why. The man wasn't even watching them, for Christ's sake! Percy snorted. If they wanted to sit around until four with sticks up their asses, that was on them.
He returned to the central area to find the other five pretty much as he'd left them, and sighed. Not a whit of imagination in this lot. As a matter of fact, Kenneth seemed to be asleep. A crooked grin crept across Percy's face as he considered his options. Not that he had anything against Kenneth, the guy was pretty cool in his book actually. Still, he knew Percy from several of their classes, and should've known better than to fall asleep in the same room as a consummate prankster.
Percy sat down next to the girl with the dirty-blonde hair sitting in the back row. "Yo Alice, you got any markers on you?" He was quite sure she would have some, he'd seen her doodle on the desks with a Sharpie often enough. Alice looked back at him with wide, startled eyes and shook her head. "You serious? I would've thought an artist would have some supplies on hand."
"Why don't you leave her alone?" Percy looked up at Janet, his blue eyes meeting her brown ones. He cocked his head to the side and flashed her his signature smirk.
"I don't suppose you have any markers on you, Queen Bee?" He put an arm around Alice's shoulders, making her squeak nervously. "Besides, it's not like I'm really bothering her, am I?" Percy addressed the last part to Alice, who just stared at him.
"Why would I give you my markers, if I had any?" Janet wondered aloud.
"So I can draw on his face." Percy pointed at Kenneth, who was still dead to the world. "Tell you what, it doesn't have to be a marker. Lipstick would do just fine, I'm sure you carry makeup everywhere you go."
"What has Kenneth ever done to you?" Janet scowled.
"Well it's more the fact that it'd be funny to give ol' Kenny some interesting face tattoos." Percy shrugged. "But alas, it seems that none of you can help me, so I guess I'll just settle for throwing stuff at him." He walked over to snatch up a piece of paper from the small pile in front of Ben, folding it into a paper airplane. "Know any good designs?" Percy asked the football player, who responded with a noncommittal grunt.
Percy sighed. It was like trying to communicate with a caveman. He tossed the airplane lazily, watching it loop through the air twice before smacking into Kenneth's head. The preppy boy didn't even stir, making Percy sigh again. He took another sheet of paper, utilizing a simpler design this time, one that looked more like a dart. This time, he threw his projectile with more force, and it flew straight through the air to stab into Kenneth's scalp with a sharper point.
"Ouch!" Kenneth rubbed his head as he lifted his head from the desk. "What hit me?"