I stared at him quietly, his eyes glaring at me till I felt that I should either just run away screaming or drop dead. My heart was pounding at a million miles per hour, my hands felt clammy and I desperately tried to wipe them on my skirt without being too obvious about it.

I mean, sweaty hands weren't exactly the most attractive quality in a woman, now were they? I gulped, afraid of what was to come next.

Our principal wasn't exactly the nicest guy around after all. "Nagumo Haruya, her, I can understand. She's been in my office more than the janitor has but why did you get sent here?"

Nagumo opened his mouth, as if to reply but I quickly jumped in. "Umm, it wasnt' his fault. I made him help me out in class.." I tried to take it back but the lie was already out of my mouth. Immediately, I felt the intensity of Nagumo's gaze on me and I blushed. 'Hey, I was just trying to help you out! Don't be such a bitch about it,' my mind growled but I'd never have the nerve to actually say that to his face.

Not ever. But to be honest, I really couldn't let him get into trouble for something I'd done. It hadn't been his fault, he could go back to class and lower other people's self esteem by effortlessly knowing everything and being cool at the same time too. It was my fault he was here, he shouldn't be punished for my stupidity.

He didn't deserve to be here. God, why am I such a shidiot? Anyway, I didn't want him to hear what Mr. Turner was undoubtedly going to say to me as soon as the discussion was over. Addressing the older man in the suit, my eyes fixed on the ground, I spoke quietly.

"Please don't punish him for something I did. It's not fair."

Mr. Turner stared at me for a minute, letting me sweat it out before he finally turned to the scowling Nagumo, shaking his head.

"Frankly dear, I don't care if you put a gun to his head to make him do it, cheating is still cheating. He could have reported you. Detention after school Nagumo," I winced. So my sacrifice had been for nothing after all. Well, at least it was better than what I'd gotten.

"A week of detention!" I moaned to myself, finally having been sent out of the office. I closed the door behind me, hoping against hope Nagumo wouldn't be there. I ddn't need him to see me like this. Actually, I don't thik I want anyone to see me at all.

He'd never even look at me again, and why would he? He had so many other girls always surrounding him, all desperate for even a mere moment of his attention. Why he had even helped me was beyond me and I couldn't figure out why he'd done it. I mean, I'd been on the same team as him back when we used to play soccer together but we hadn't exactly been what people would call 'close'- it had been more like a master-slave relationship anyway.

I started the long walk back to class and sat down on my seat, nervously avoiding everyone's stares and glares.

I knew what they were thinking, I know the blamed me and hated me for getting one of the hottest guys in school in trouble but hey, he's the one who decided to randomly help me, so there! It wasn't entirely my fault.

Home time seemed a lifetime away... And I'd been looking forward to going home and sleeping too. I could almost feel my body cells sighing, moaning for sleep. 'Shut up,' I mentally berated my aching muscles, 'and you, stay open!' But my eyes seemed to have a will of their own. Wait- doodling always helped keep me awake in the past, why not try it now?

I was about to grab my notebook and doodle on it when I suddenly saw the red flaming heart in the corner and remembered, how was I ever going to face him in detention?

He said he hated liars and I'd just struck out twice in a row. I'd gotten him in trouble and then lied, albeit, it was a tiny lie to save him but it was still a lie and the fiery red head was extremely temperamental. Or so they said, I'd be lying again if I said I knew him.

What was I going to do?