Chapter 4:
After a semi-firm talking to from Jenna's mum about getting a detention for wagging all was smooth again between the mother and daughter, because Lacey realized that Jenna was on the oval during last period sneaking around and she got all excited thinking maybe Jenna was seeing someone. That's all it took to set Lacey off like some conspiracy nut. Jenna had dated before, however not seriously dated. She had her fazes with very few boys for very small amounts of time but she never told her mum for obvious reasons. But Jenna was more of a if its fits person, don't go looking for things or over thinking them on purpose, if it ones into your mind go with it, if not don't put it there. She wasn't an ugly girl, she was thin framed, has wavy brown hair, almost brown eyes with a hint of hazel in them. People did find her attractive, however she wasn't what she saw as the 'rule of beauty' tanned, with certain 'lovely lady lumps' and blonde hair to fling around while you mindlessly giggle at everything. She also couldn't seem to find anyone who shared her mindset. She never thought she was too smart for anyone, or too intense, nothing like that. She just struggled with finding people who could respect her way of thinking. Ever since she was young she put herself into the category of being normal but everyone else exists in one circle she felt like she was in one of her own.
The next day school finished and she arrived at her detention. She had been there before and it was basically an extended version of her time waiting for T. and Ming at lunch, subtract the music and the drawing plus a grumpy old man sitting at a desk and homework, equals would rather be anywhere else. Jenna rolled her neck as an easy way to look around the room without shuffling in her seat and to try and stop her back from feeling like cardboard. In the back row were the regulars, followed by a row of empty seats acting as a divide between them and the people just stopping by for a brief visit and then there was Jenna's row and an almost empty front row.
Jenna could see Matty's black hair in the corner of her eye. She stared down at her homework and vandalism of the school desk glimpsing up every now and again. She saw movement in the corner of her eye and watched as Matty stretched his arms and folded them on the back of his head, his arms peaked out from under his tee-shirts sleeves and she could see his muscles tensing. She rested her head on her hand as she admired his buff shoulders. He was the perfect kind of muscly, the kind that didn't look like a gum junky who spent all day staring at his body in the mirror, but he was naturally chiseled and that was something even Jenna, who never went boy crazy could admire. Detention seemed like it went forever but ended just as Jenna was beginning to enjoy sitting there replaying the intense look of Matty's muscles during his stretch in her head. As everyone stored out of the small doorway Matty and Jenna got all their books together. Jenna was heading for the door held open by some impatient bald teacher she didn't recognize. As she approached it she heard a voice she had only heard in passing and during class when he would take it upon himself to stir the teacher, which was the exact reason he was in detention. Of course Jenna knew it was Matty, and judging by the tone used and the lack of other people in the classroom it seemed he was talking to her.