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The bell rang loudly as the students began to file out of their classes. Brian gathered his textbooks and proceeded to his locker. His new locker that was a two lockers down the old one. It seemed that the door had been removed but there was a bulge against the metal that had been caused by the flare gun. Whenever Brian looked at it, it served as reminder of what he had tried to do…and how lucky he now felt that he hadn't succeeded. It was considered a destruction of school property and Brian was glad that the school wasn't pressing charges. He wished that they had gotten him a locker that was far away from the old one. He didn't need that constant reminder of what he had tried to do. After he gathered the books that he needed, he looked up and noticed Susan walking to his direction. A smile came upon his lips and he raised his hand to greet her.

Susan glanced at the disfigured locker and then looked over at Brian with a small smile. "Hey," Brian greeted her, "how was your algebra test?" he asked her.

"Why is it that pencil and paint go well together but not numbers and letters?" Susan rhetorically asked Brian.

Brian did not have as much knowledge in the art concentration as Susan did, but he had a feeling what she was implying. "Not good, huh?" he asked her.

This was the third exam that she had taken out of five. The first exam, it was average. The second, slightly better than the first, but the third she knew that it was going to be horrible. "And here I thought that physics was giving me a hard time." Susan tried to make it seem like she wasn't at all concerned about what she got on her exam. After all, it was the end of the year average that mattered, but not in the eyes of her uncle.

Brian understood where she was coming from. The amount of daily pressure that he felt in trying to please his parents had got him to a critical point. He hoped that the same wouldn't happen to Susan. "You still have time," Brian told her, "in three months you'll be able to bring those up."

"And hopefully not have to take summer classes," Susan added. The only summer class that she would tolerate was an art class but she hadn't been successful at urging her uncle to agree with her.

"You'd be surprised at what can happen in just three months," Brian assured her. In his case with shops class, he finally became rational with himself. If he finished the grade with a B, so what? Colleges were going to look more into his academics, though it wouldn't hurt to also gain some practical skills. Through that project, he could have also learned a skill that may help him out in the future. "You know," Brian spoke up, "take a lesson from it. Those mistakes that you made, will help you later."

Susan let out a light scoff. "I wish that was the case. Even when I review the material, it's like I understand what I did, but when I go to do it I forget what I studied."

"You're not suffering from memory loss are you?" Brian asked her.

Susan chuckled and gave hit his arm playfully with her sketchpad. "No!" she exclaimed, "otherwise I wouldn't even be here."

Memories were an interesting phenomena. They had the power to make anyone laugh, cry, get angry, or just feel frustrated. Some people were better at handling it than others. For Susan, it had been a difficult couple of weeks, even before Saturday detention. Susan hadn't shared it with anyone. Why make her problems a burden to others?

Brian laughed alongside her joke. "But I'm glad that you are," he said and noticed the hint of blush on her cheeks, "otherwise I would be the one to find you and bring you back here."

Wouldn't that be slightly romantic? Even if he was to do something like that, would Susan be able to recognize him? "It's like you're going to break free from your two weeks again," she pointed out to him.

Brian made a countdown ever since his parents imposed it upon him. "Only two-hundred forty hours to go…give or take," he said to her. He couldn't wait until those ten days were over. Then he would finally feel like a free man. A part of him was glad that his teachers assigned extra work just so that he could be in his room and not have to face his parents.

"Now I feel bad," Susan said with a chuckle, "my grandma wouldn't let me have dessert for a week after she found out about my detention." She then realized what she hadn't told her about the second one that she had gotten. "And won't she be thrilled about the second one I got."

Brian leaned against his lockers as they had a couple more minutes before the bell rang. "I heard," he said to her. "Bender told me when he dropped by at my house."

"Oh you should've been there," Susan said as she recalled the memory, "I asked John to give painting a try and we both got some much into that we started to have a paint fight. It was rad!"

Brian didn't know what he would have done if he was in John's place. It seemed interest to use that type of technique and have it be considered artwork. Brian knew some artists, but he never studied their techniques and the contribution that they had to the art community. "I'm sure the teacher was quite happy to find paint everywhere."

"No," Susan shook her head, "my uncle caught us and we had to clean it up. I thought I was dead when he came in but thank God it didn't escalate."

Adults and their expectations for their children…and nieces. "I'd come and pay a visit but…not until the Wardens let me out." Brian wasn't quick to catch himself when he said that about his parents. What was happening to him that he spoke like this? What was going to happen?

Susan took a step closer to Brian and smiled gently at him. "Don't worry," she said to him, "once those two-hundred and forty minutes are up, we will do everything we can to catch up."

Before Brian had a chance to say anything, Susan leaned closely and placed her head on his shoulder. Brian switched his textbooks from one arm to the other and hugged her tightly with his free arm. He felt her body pressed up against his and the warmth that radiated from between them. Was this how it felt like to have a girl in your arms? He felt like he suddenly in a dream and one where he never wanted to wake up.

For a first time being in this type of relationship, Susan's heart fluttered with joy. To her, it felt nice to have someone else's arms around her. Someone that shared the same mutual feeling that she did. She hugged him tightly, as if she didn't want him to go. Her mind traveled back to Saturday detention where Brian had said the reason why he was there in the first place. She was glad that he was here with them…and with her. Her eyes glistened with tears at the thought of it but she quickly batted her eyes to dry them before they broke apart from their hug.

"I'll see you soon, okay?" Susan said as she gave his arm a squeeze.

"You know where to find me at lunch," Brian said with a smile upon his lips. He watched as Susan departed from him and went on her way to her class. Brian watched as she disappeared within the group of other students. He felt something within, a feeling that not only made him happy but gave him a bit more confidence on whom he was.