"...and that, class, is how you use the Pythagorean Theorem when dealing with literature from Ancient Greece."

Hi! I'm back! Thank you for waiting two weeks for Chapter 2; just so you know, that's probably how I will do this story - updating every 2 weeks. Thank you to Musicheart and Relda for reviewing, dauntlessdemigodshadowhunter and Halwal for following, and Maryn Meier for following, favoriting, and being supremely awesome. :) Here's Chapter 2! Enjoy:

"...And that, class, is how you use the Pythagorean Theorem when dealing with literature from Ancient Greece."

What the fudge? the blond-haired student thought, sitting upright in alarm. She looked around: everyone else in the classroom was studiously scribbling down notes on whatever lecture had just been given by Ms. Harris.

Ms. Harris was her slightly-psychotic English teacher there at Ferryport Landing High School; at least, English was the subject she claimed to teach, though her lessons were so confusing, she basically taught every single subject in the school spectrum). At that moment she had obviously gone over something that Sabrina had missed, because she didn't remember any of that stuff she'd just mentioned.

She quickly realized that she must have fallen asleep, the thin trail of drool on her desk a big clue, though why on Earth that would have happened she had no clue. After all, she was a very good student - she knew it, her teachers knew it, her friends and family knew it... Heck, everyone in the tiny town of Ferryport Landing pretty much knew that she was as dedicated to getting good grades as it got. So why had she fallen asleep?.

Brushing the question to the side of her mind, she glanced around frantically, hurrying to locate her pencil. When she did find it, she discovered the end of it had been slightly chewed due to bad habit, and her notebook, on top of which rested the mauled pencil, had also experienced the full water-works experience - that is, it had gotten "the drool treatment".

Sabrina glanced at the clock; 2:53, it read. She was surprised to find that she had held off so long throughout the day. She had felt extremely tired all afternoon, ever since lunch. Maybe she hadn't gotten enough sleep last night.

When she thought about it, she realized that she had stayed up extra-late, pouring over the old journals they lay forgotten on the dusty shelves of her home's library. Each one was unique to a family member, and each one held its own fascinating book of exciting tales and dangerous adventures. Reading those journals was better than reading an ordinary adventure book, because she knew that although these stories might have seemed like fairy tales, the magic that was recorded in them was realer than any nonfiction book you could find on a shelf. So many journals, so little time...

"Now," she vaguely heard her teacher say, drawing her out of her dream-like book fantasizing, "onto the next chapter: philosophical and sarcastic Babylonians, and their relation to rock 'n' roll."

"Ugh!" Sabrina couldn't help the cry of indignation that came out of her mouth, as she threw her hands up in the air, a sort of oh-I-give-up gesture.

"Miss Grimm?" The teacher called from the front of her classroom as she stared at her from under those very sharp-looking glasses, her face set into a disapproving scowl. She sat perched on her swivel stool behind her tall podium, seated on the edge like a bird about to take flight. Sabrina wouldn't have doubted her ability to do just that, considering her tall yet surprisingly light and wiry frame.

"Do you have a problem with that?"

The entire class of Pre-AP English swiveled around in their chair to stare at her, and she found herself subconsciously lowering into her seat, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment as she tried to cover up the burning blush. Everyone's eyes were on her now.
She gulped. "No, ma'am."

"Very well. Then I suppose you won't have a problem with staying after school for detention either, will you?"

If it was possible, Sabrina felt her cheeks burn an even brighter shade of red. "No, ma'am," she said, even though she knew it was a demand, not a request or a question.

To her left, she heard someone snicker - an ugly, childish sound - so she wasn't surprised when she looked over at the source of the noise to find Puck doubled over, gripping his sides and snorting like someone - she, presumably, or maybe even Ms. Harris - had told a funny joke. Apparently, it was the funniest joke in all of existence.

The sight of him enjoying her embarrassment to this degree set her cheeks aflame with a different type of burn, this one of anger. But then she heard Ms. Harris say:

"Mister Goodfellow! Since you seem to find Miss Grimm's detention so humorous, I'm sure you will find it even more entertaining if you join her here after school."

Sabrina glanced over at Puck, and felt her humiliation deflate slightly while her satisfaction rose an inch at seeing the smug expression be wiped off his face so efficiently. He said nothing, but his face had paled as much as hers had burned bright red. She smirked at him, and he stuck his tongue out at her.

So immature, she thought, while she whispered to him, "You're such a baby" with a roll of her eyes.

Still, despite her happiness at his expense, she couldn't help but groan at the prospect of being stuck here after school. In fact, she would have done just that (no doubt earning herself yet another detention) when, right on cue, the bell rang, and the classroom exploded into action.

Thank God for noisy bells, she thought gratefully as she watched the students spill out into the hall. She watched them go longingly, wishing she could exit the classroom with them. Take me with you! She wanted to cry out. Don't leave me here with the crazy teacher and the smelly fairy!

With some slight amusement though, she watched as all demands by Ms. Harris that the students file out in a single line fell on deaf ears of the rambunctious group of teenagers. The English teacher might have been intimidating in class, but once that bell rang and class was over with, she was just another grown-up.

She was still watching Ms. Harris poke at the side of a particularly large boy with freckles, when she as drawn out of her reverie by a rude voice, saying:

"Jeez, Grimm," she heard Puck say to her as he swaggered over to her desk, leaning on the wooden tabletop with one hand, the other in the pocket of his filthy green hoodie. "Way to go," You got us both detention. Thanks a lot."

"I didn't get you detention, Puck. You did this to yourself," she protested indignantly with a huff.

"Really? Now laughing is a crime? Wow, I'd hate to meet the cop who came up with that law."

Sabrina rolled her eyes. "Cops don't come up with laws, Stink-Pot. And with the ugly way you laugh, yeah, I actually wish a cop would come meet you, so then he'd feel justified when he threw you in jail and left you to rot there til you're even smellier than you are now!"

"Sabrina!" he said, placing a hand over his heart and feigning injury. She tried not to flush at the way her name sounded on his lips; he rarely ever called her by anything other than their rude nicknames, although he didn't seem to notice the slip-up. "I'm hurt! Truly hurt!"

He flashed her an agonizingly self-satisfied grin before skipping away, towards the front of the classroom where Ms. Harris's chalkboard was. She was old-fashioned, so she still used chalkboards verses white boards or Smart Boards, and Sabrina hated her for it when she saw the dense amount of chalk powder that had been absorbed into the multitude of erasers. It seemed as though the English teacher had been saving up all of the powder for just this reason, to torture two young teenagers by making them clap erasers together on a Friday afternoon instead of going home for the weekend like everyone else.

Sabrina glanced around the room and saw that she and Puck were now alone; all of the other students had been gone within a minute of the ringing of the bell, and Ms. Harris must have journeyed to the teachers' lounge for yet another cup of coffee. Like any other adult, she seemed to live, breathe, and eat coffee, and Sabrina had never seen her without at least one cup in her hand. Just like all other high school teachers, she seemed to use it as an escape from the horrors of teaching a bunch of rowdy, uncivilized teenagers all day.

Trapped here with Puck right now, Sabrina could totally understand that.

She stared at Puck across the room and was surprised to see that he was already hitting the workload without her. She might have been more impressed had he not been clapping erasers in his own "creative" way: using one hand to throw the erasers at the wall while using the other to pick his nose. How attractive.

"Come on, Grimm!" He called, turning to face her while he did a weird little shimmy-dance, "you're missing out on all the fun!"

"Right. Fun..." she said meekly as she moved to join him at the front of the room. She sighed: this was going to be a very long detention...

Well, that was Chapter 2, and Part 1 of "The Detention!" I'll be back in two weeks for Chapter 3, Part 2. I hope you enjoyed this chapter; please review, and tell me what you thought, or if you've got any ideas for future chapters or any helpful, constructive criticism, feel free to leave those in a review too. Thanks for reading; have a gravy day!

Love,

~Princess Andromeda II