a/n: wowzers, I adored the comments I got. It wasn't a bunch but it was enough for me to go out and write this next chapter. Now, I got told in one comment that it seemed like this story was going to have the same idea of the BRILLIANT novel Twilight but its not. I know it sounded like it in the beginning (if you read the book) but I assure you that is will have a outcome totally different then Twilight. I can see how that can be percived, because its a girl moving to a new school, finds this strange boy. But this story will take on a total different route, promise. But I still thank everyone who showed me the loooveeee, it made me happy. And if all the confusion is gone then, on with the story?

Chapter Two: Any Clues?

The first day of school wasn't anything how I expected it to be; thrilling. Maybe this whole move wasn't going to be so bad.

When I got home that day all I did was finish my homework, eat and then straight to bed. Once my head hit the comfort of my pillow, my eyes were shut and my mind gone. That night all I dreamt of was the mystery boy, Dougie Poynter. His perfect grin haunted my memory. It was weird that just after this first day he was all that consumed my thoughts.

After Shanae dropped my off at school I rushed inside dogging the falling drops of rain that fell from the dark colored sky above. First class was World Cultures, so I had to go hurry and get my book out of my locker. The warning bell rung and I turned my locker dial faster, but trying not to miss my lock numbers. It opened on my first try and in my head I screamed SUCSESS! People were still passing through the halls, so that meant I wasn't too late, yet.

As I turned to close my locker I saw the boy that walked in my dreams. He was walking from the opposite way I was heading towards. Before I shut my locker I stopped and starred at him. He walked with a perfect pace, one hand clinging to a book that he held to his left side, and his other arm swaying back and forth easily. He was coming closer to my direction; I quickly grabbed my book and closed my locker shut. I walked with both of my hands holding my book against my chest and my head down. After a couple seconds I lifted up my head and his eyes met mine. Before he passed me he gave another one of those perfect smirks, and then we passed each other. I felt his shoulder brush softly against mine, when he passed I turned my head to look at him, but only saw the back of his head. In those few brief seconds, it felt like my heart beat went a few paces faster then normal.

Getting into class the final bell rang, and I was relived that I made it on time. I rushed to my desk next to Sasha and took a seat.

"Well good'mornin love." Sasha said in a happy-peppy tone.

I turned to her and flashed a friendly smile, "Good morning."

The rest of the day was like a repeat of the previous. What I was really looking forward to was lunch, just to see his face.

I got my tray and took my seat beside Sasha. I turned my head to see if he there and he wasn't; that made a frown magically appear on my face.

"What are you looking for?" winced Sasha.

I turned to her and casually shook my head, "nothing."

She raised one of her eyebrows and pursed her lips, "alright."

When I lifted my head I glanced around the room, and I finally found him. But this time he wasn't alone, now he was around a bunch of people; guys and girls. From what I saw, it seemed that he hung around the 'popular' aka 'obnoxious' group. But single impressions can be misleading, yet the impression stuck to me like glue. Throughout the day I thought that he was just a pretty face with a ugly personality, one where the most important thing was 'scoring.' But I kept telling myself these judgments were not backed up with evidence.

Lunch passed and so did Art, up next was English; everyones' favorite class, uh. We were learning about sentence analysis, something I have already learned. So throughout the class I just tapped my pencil against my notebook and starred off into my dream bubble; leaving reality behind me.

"Maycee." The teacher called while slamming her hand on my desk.

I quickly lifted up my head, off my hand resting on my desk, and looked at the teacher. "Yes Mrs. Hustrall?" I answered as politely as I could.

"May I see your notebook Miss Hue?" she asked while pulling my blank notebook towards her.

I moved my hand off it and nodded my head, "sure." My notebook was empty, and I suppose Mr. Brookes was correct when he appointed that the teachers don't tolerate slackers; but I wasn't slacking, I was stretching the reach of my imagination.

"I see you don't have anything written here Miss Hue." Scolded the angry teacher.

"No…" I shook my head, as I peeked up I saw every students pair of eyes starring with amusement at me.

She placed my notebook back on my desk and walked gracefully back to her desk, picking up a sheet of paper and began writing on it; that obviously didn't mean anything good.

"Maycee," she began, "I don't know what gave you the idea that it was optional to take my notes. But-"

"I'm sorry," I interrupted, "its just that, I learned this already and-"

Mrs. Hustrall cut my off by holding up her hand and picking up the finished paper. "You were new yesterday Miss Hue, today you are more familiar with your surroundings and have an idea on what to do and not to do. Now," she began walking slowly towards my desk; I sunk low in my seat, "you are going to get the notes from one of your classmates and copy it word from word in your empty notebook, and you are going to do all of this in… detention." She put the slip on my desk and walked with her hands behind her towards her desk.

The slip had my name written neatly in cursive, underneath was a check in the box that read, failed to complete assignment/failed to listen to instructions. And then on the bottom line she checked the punishment; detention.

I sighed and slipped the paper into my folder, when I looked up the teacher was looking at me and shook her head slowly, that caused me to give another quiet sigh.

Detention wasn't something I ever got, and here I have it the second day of my new school. The paper told me that I had it today, directly after school, for an hour. I made sure that Shanae wouldn't find out about this, so when the last bell rang I called her and said that I would walk; she bought it.

Later I found Sasha at her locker, "help me." I yelped silently.

She giggled, "What happened?"

"I got dentention."

She slammed her locker shut and starred at me, "Huh? How did you manage that?"

"I didn't copy notes or whatever."

"Nice, if you haven't already got it, they don't tolerate anything here. Real hard arses."

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah I got that. Well, I don't know where to go for this." I said showing her the paper.

"Here, I'll drop you off." She grabbed my hand and pushed our way threw the crowd.

Eventually she stopped in front of some door. It was a light brown and it had streaked windows with the word Detention written on it with big black outlining. "There you go love." Sasha said presenting the door.

My shoulder dropped and I sighed, "Great."

"It won't be that bad hun." She said putting her hand on my shoulder.

"Okay." I groaned; not convinced.

She smiled and waved goodbye at me, I reached my hand towards the shiny gold door knob and twisted it. Inside was a few desks that were shoved close together. The room wasn't very big, just enough for the desks and the little teacher area. But from what I saw, you could easily move your chair a few inches and be in talking range of anyone in the room. There weren't much people, just two. When I closed the door its like no one noticed. The two boys had their heads rested on the table and the teacher had his eyes glued to a book. He raised his hand and gestured his finger in the way that meant 'come here.' I did what he gestured and made my way to him, when I got there I took out my paper and handed it to him, without taking his eyes off his book he pointed to an empty chair.

It was about 10 minuets in, and the hand on the clock couldn't move any slower. I got my notes jotted down and I was thinking of a way to entertain myself. But all that I came up with was pushing my pencil around in circles on the desk. Nothing in the room moved, the teacher was in the same position and so was the sleepy students. I noted to myself that to always take notes in every class, so I wouldn't face this horrible fate again.

Another minuet passed by and all hope was gone. I rested my head on my hand and closed my eyes. But then suddenly the door opened and shut, causing my eyes to shoot open. Standing in front of the door was Dougie Poynter. He stood and his eyes shot directly at me, giving the same sneak smirk he gave me in the hall and in the lunch room; the one that made my pulse increase.

"You're late Mr. Poynter." Said the teacher from his desk, eyes still glued to the book.

"Sorry about that, I had a mission to attend to." he answered back.

I giggled quietly from my seat and saw Dougie turn and look at me, then back to the teacher. He handed his paper to the teacher and slid out a chair then took a seat away from me.

"Don't let this happen again Mr. Poynter."

"Can't guarantee it." Shrugged Dougie.

"Of course not." the teacher answered with a harsh tone.

I shook my head, my impressions were following to expectations now; he was a bit obnoxious. After taking my curious eyes away from Dougie I glued them back on my notebook, which was no longer empty. I doodled away, drawling random things.

"You're quite the artist." Whispered a voice from the left side of me.

"You're quite the observer." I whispered back, eyes still on my doodle.

I looked up to see that it was him, Dougie. He smirked and leaned closer to me. "I could say the same about you."

"What?" I murmured.

He shook his head, "don't be so blunt."

"What is there to be blunt about?"

"Every time your somewhere in my range your eyes always seem to find mine, like you were looking for me." He said in a quite but delicate tone.

"I don't know what your talking about." I stuttered.

He smirked, "whatever you say."

I shook my head and looked down at my paper.

"You just got here, and you're in detention already?" he said breaking the silence.

"Unfortunately." I sighed.

"Well, does that mean you'll be in here regularly?"

"Nope."

"That's too bad." He sighed.

I looked up from my notebook and looked at him, "why?"

He glanced up at the ceiling and back to me, "It'd give me a better reason to actually show up for detention."

I rolled my eyes, "I don't know wither your being flattering or being totally obnoxious."

He laughed, "I guess that judgment would have to rely on what you think."

"Well I think your just being forward and obnoxious." I snapped.

He laughed again, "If that's what you want to think then, go with it."

"I will."

"You are."

"Students!" the teacher yelled. "Detention isn't social hour, now, if you'd don't want to find yourselves back here tomorrow then I suggest your stay quiet."

I nodded and turned away from Dougie.

"Your such a good too-shu." He said, pointing out my reaction to the teacher.

"Am not." I defended.

"Enough!" shouted the teacher again, "Since you both refuse to obey orders I guess I'll see you here again tomorrow."

I groaned and glared at Dougie. He just shook is head and laughed silently.


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