The Misfits

Prompt: Six students, of different stereotypes, are sentenced to Saturday detention which happens to land on a very important day for each of them. While their reasons for being there are up in the air, and they might start off on the wrong foot, they all eventually find out there's more to each person than they thought.

A/N: So I wrote this chapter twice, and I've decided on my pairings, but I'm going to let you guys figure them out by reading (they're pretty easy to determine). Also, Maya's situation with her dad is different in this installment, and her character is a slightly darker due to that, but not too much.

I'm also going to create a tag list, let me know if you want to be added!

Word Count: 2,661

Part 2- The Essay

The heater that was running shut off completely leaving the whole room silent. It was the deafening silence that Maya Hart couldn't stand. She needed something. A constant sound to keep her from going insane. Her eyes kept darting back and forth between the art literature book she had been reading and her best friend. She really did screw up this time. Her actions got them here, and Riley was just witness, who got caught in the middle of it all.

Why did Maya act the way she did? She never had done anything that stupid before. Maybe it was a cry for help, or just a cry out to her absent dad, who had just decided to leave her and her mom recently. That was an unspoken subject the blonde buried deep into her dungeon of sadness. It still effected her greatly, and it's hard to talk about it, especially to the people who are close to you. Because the ones who care about you in such a way, like Riley did, only lent out sympathy, something Maya didn't want. But she loved her best friend anyway, because she did care so much.

Maya didn't understand why Riley did care so much. Sure they were best friends and they had been since a very young age, but even she had to admit, they are two very different people now. Riley knew exactly who she wanted to be. A professional musician, and had been working her whole life around the violin. Not to mention she was very classy and up with her studies, in order to get the scholarship she wanted. Maya was good with art, but she slacked in school. She could draw and paint, and she wanted to do something with that, but what kind of job could you get, when you're a graffiti artist, who has a hard time paying attention in class, and is sort of addicted to nicotine?

Yeah, smoking. Something she had picked up at the start of all her daddy issues a year ago. And she hated to admit it, but sometimes cigarettes weren't the only thing she smoked. To her, it was a way to tone her quick temper, and a distraction from life. It wasn't always the most appealing thing, and she wasn't a complete pot head, but she did it enough that she maybe had a slight addiction to it. Cigarettes that is. Her best friend didn't necessarily approve of her antics, and she might have mentioned it to her several times, but she did nothing to stop her. Sometimes Maya thought that Riley was attempting reverse psychology on her.

She was taken out of her trance by the clicking of the pen. Anything but that. That sound was worse than the silence. Piercing the air, and as the sound became faster and faster, the blonde's nerves were ticking. Her eyes lightly flickered to the boys sitting towards the back and then looked forward again. Of course it had to be him.

After listening to it for two minutes straight, she smacked her hands on the table. "Stop with the clicking, Friar!" Her head snapped back to him and he raised his eyebrows, knowingly. But he didn't stop, instead he kept going, and she clenched her teeth so hard her lips pursed together. He was doing it intentionally to annoy her and she was about to explode. His green eyes tested her patients, daring her to do something about it. And she did. Up on her feet in less than two seconds, and she was over where Lucas was, ripping the pen out of his hand and breaking it in half with all the strength she could muster and throwing it back at him, ink going everywhere. His expression was shocked, and Zay's was amused.

Maya, who felt satisfied walked back over to her chair and sat down once again. Not long after, she heard his footsteps and a figure appeared right in front of her desk, but he wasn't facing her. He no longer had his letterman jacket on, so he sported a white t-shirt with the front covered in blue ink. She hated that she even considered him as very attractive right now. Not just his body, but his face too, even with the pissed off look. "You just had to break it, didn't you?" He asked.

Shaking her previous thoughts away, she couldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing that he had somewhat of an affect on her, even if it was just in his physical appearances alone. He didn't have a great personality, or that she knew of. Then again, she didn't really know him. All she could see and hear was his over obsessed addiction to baseball, and his growing ego. He really did think he was the best, didn't he?

"You should learn not to piss people off," she stated.

Tongue in cheek, he shook his head, glancing down at the liquid that would most likely stain the shirt forever. "Damn my mom is gonna kill me," he muttered under his breath. Maya smirked, but tried not to laugh. He caught her gaze again, and she gave him a full smile. He rolled his eyes, walking off towards the counter where a coffee pot sat, and a tiny sink. He wiped his arms down with a paper towel.

Maya looked at Riley, then down at her book. "Riles," her voice called out softly, and she wasn't sure if the brunette would be responsive, but she could slightly hear the "hmm?" come from beside her and thought that was progress. So maybe she she try a calm route for this conversation. "I'm sorry," nope, she already said that before, and Riley hadn't even acknowledged the plea. "I'm sorry I got you into this mess," she turned in her seat hiking her right leg up so she could wrap her arm around her thigh and ankle, placing her chin on her knee. "Can we talk about this?"

"What's there to talk about, Maya?" Her tone serious and sharp.

The blonde didn't like the way she said her name. She tapped her hand several times on the desk. "No no. Don't Maya me, please," she pouted. "I don't like it when you Maya me." It was normally "Peaches." That was her name for Riley. "How can I fix this?"

The brunette stopped reading and looked at the person sitting next to her. "I don't know, how can you? We're here in detention, on a Saturday. Out of all the Saturdays in the entire year, it had to be this one."

Maya narrowed her eyebrows in confusion. This Saturday? Why was this one important? The blonde blinked. "What—what are you talking about?" That was apparently the wrong question to ask, because Riley no longer looked annoyed, she just looked down right hurt, and that made the blonde feel even more worse about herself than she did before. What was she forgetting?

Her best friend looked away from her, and Maya's heart dropped. "Nothing. Forget about it."

"No. Riley, I made you upset and I want to fix it. Please le—" the door opened and out came Mrs. Knows. Perfect timing, said no one ever. The hag of an old woman disgusted the young girl. She smelt like rotten cheese and bitter perfume so strong, Maya felt the need to go bathe.

"Do I hear talking?" The Librarian asked hesitantly. When nobody spoke, she crossed her arms. "Because I definitely heard talking." Of course she did. Or maybe she was just saying that to say it. Maya really wished she'd go back to watching her tapped recordings of Saturday Night Live.

Farkle coughed. "Yeah, I was just asking," his head turned slightly towards one of the girls sitting behind him, "Maya for a pen."

She shrugged, giving him a sad smile. "Sorry Dude, you're out of luck."

Riley reached into her bag. "I've got one," she stated, and she handed him one, giving him a silent thank you in her expression, although Maya had absolutely no idea why the genius would have taken the blame for the girls.

Mrs. Knows nodded. "Okay, so since some of you are twiddling your thumbs, I've decided to give you all an assignment." The scoffs could be heard around the room. "You're each going to write me an essay," and the groans, "describing to me who you think you are. No less than a thousand words. Maybe in this assignment, you'll learn something, and never put yourselves into a position to be here again. It's due by the end of the day. Yes, Miss Smackle?"

"For the people who have been productive, like me, Riley and," her head turned slightly toward Farkle making a gagging noise, "eeck. Do we have to do the assignment?"

"Everyone is doing the assignment, Isadora. No excuses." She moved back towards her door, but before she walked completely away, she turned to face the students, giving them a mischievous smirk. "Oh, and by the way, if I forgot to mention this to you all earlier, no leaving the building." Her emphasis on the last word confused the group of students. Those were pointless words. "Essays due by the end of the day!" And she closed the door behind her.

Riley was not only pissed now, but emotional. How could Maya have possibly forgotten? The brunette only talked about the concert several times to her. It was the event she couldn't stop thinking about for the last two months. She tried not to get worked up about it, but that was definitely one hard pill to swallow.

Now they were demanded to do this stupid essay. A dumb essay to tell the Librarian who they think they are. How was it possible to know who they are, only being sixteen years old, with a lot of life left before them? They weren't even out of high school yet, much less holding jobs. Riley might know who she wants to be, but that doesn't mean she's going to be that.

Maya slumped in her seat. "You've got to be kidding me." She slung her head back. "Nice job Friar, Babineaux. Because of you bozo's, we're stuck writing an essay."

"Hey!" Lucas retorted. "How is this our fault?"

Maya pointed to the open, probably unread book in front of her. "You're supposed to look productive in order to not get more homework. Duh." Lucas stood up from his seat and walked over to sit on top of Maya's side of the desk. "You need something Ranger Rick?"

"You know, you're starting to annoy me," Lucas stated. "With your, 'you think you're funny nicknames,' and smart ass comments. It's no wonder you're sitting in detention right now." Riley almost said something but Maya beat her to it. She always did.

"You don't know me, and you don't have any business as to know why I'm here today," she leaned her chair back. "As for me being annoying. You're new to the city. You're away from all of the hoedowns and cow pageants." Maya animated her last words with a fake southern accent and swinging arms. "You're also fun to tease."

Riley didn't think she she should have said that, and she believed Maya realized that too when her eyes closed and her face slightly cringed. Lucas smirked and the brunette guessed that he was going to have some conceded comment fly off the tip of his tongue. "Tease, you say? Is that your way of saying you like me?"

She rolled her eyes. "We're not five, and I don't like you Sundance, so you can get that off your mind right now."

Riley started giggling, and the boy sitting in front of her turned in his seat and his small, amused gleam in his eyes met her own. He seemed to be enjoying the small banter between Maya and Lucas.

"I'm not convinced," Lucas said. "Why else would you tease me?"

Farkle scoffed. "Maya teases everyone." That was true. "If not teasing, she makes sarcastic comments that come off as insults, even when she doesn't mean to. Sorry to burst your bubble there if you thought you were the only one special enough to receive the many nicknames and comments made by Maya Hart."

"She has a nickname for you, doesn't she?" The baseball player said, and Farkle said nothing. Riley smiled and giggled, remembering the name she had given him back in early middle school when he had come to school dressed up in his halloween costume. "You," Lucas pointed to her, "what's the nickname?"

"Dr. Farklestien," she said in mid-giggle.

Farkle sighed harshly. "Riley's is Goodie-Two-Shoes-Matthews." Riley's mouth dropped and she gave Farkle the evil eye. She hated that nickname. Despised it. It made her seem weak when she didn't want to be.

"Goodie-Two-Shoes-Matthews?" Lucas said, eyeing her who had looked away from him. "If you're a goodie, then what brings you to a detention hall? Especially Saturday detention?" Yes, because they all know Saturday detentions are equivalent to one day in school suspension.

Riley averted the gaze by looking around the room. She noticed that Zay had taken a seat closer to everyone, and Smackle had stopped writing, but she hadn't taken her eyes away from the book. The brunette wasn't going to say anything until Maya was, and she didn't think the blonde would talk.

"So really," Zay asked, "none of y'all are going to tell everyone why you're in here?"

Farkle licked his lips. "Why do you care what we did to get in here? We're not asking you what your reason is. Just leave them alone, we all have a paper to write." She was unsure as to why he was trying to redirect the subject matter. It's not like he actually cared, right?

Zay glanced back and forth between him and the girls. "Why did you take the blame for them?" Farkle looked at him, as if to tell him to elaborate.

Lucas agreed raising his eyebrows. "Yeah Genius, why didn't you let them get in trouble for talking?" Riley really wished they would all stop talking.

He shrugged. "I figured if we didn't have a good excuse, and if one person got in trouble, we all would. You never know with this Mrs. Knows." He had point, but Riley didn't believe him.

The kid with the dark skin leaned forward. "Are you sure that's the only reason?"

Riley looked up and instantly met with Farkle's eyes and they held each others stare for a moment before he said, "One hundred percent positive."

Lucas let out a sigh and looked up, as if he was thinking about something. "You know what, I'm going to the gym." He hopped of the desk, and began walking towards the door. Riley thought he was stupid. He was a stupid guy.

"Why? We can't leave the library," she said.

He smiled. "Ah, but we can. As long as we are following the rules, she doesn't care. And her rule was, don't leave the building. The whole entire school is a building. We can leave the library, but we can't walk outside." Riley couldn't believe that he had actually stated something that was considered to be a smart idea. Why, oh why was the universe messing with her? "So, if I am to write an essay describing who I am, why not do it in my element? Come on, Zay." He walked out of the Library.

Zay was hesitant, but next, and then Farkle disappeared too. Riley gave it a thought and knew exactly where she was supposed to go. She rose out of her seat and walked, but before she left, she looked at Maya, and almost said something, but closed her mouth, slightly shaking her head. Now wasn't the time. She could solve this after she found a spare violin.

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"How did you know to find me in here?" She asked, before she realized that was a stupid question.

He placed his hand on the smooth black surface. "Just because we're not close friends anymore, doesn't mean I don't know who you are, Riley." He motioned to the open spot next to her. "Mind if I sit?