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The remainder of Saturday seemed to end in the blink of an eye. The events from Saturday detention was still fresh in the minds of all six classmates that when Sunday rolled around, it gave them only twenty-four hours to determine what their future was going to be on Monday.

Claire was sitting by her desk, staring at her French homework. She had all week to think up of ten tongue twisters and she had left it on the last day to deal with it. She gently tapped her pencil against the blank sheet of paper but she couldn't formulate any words in French. Only a day had passed from Saturday and she was already dreading the next day. Her mind was flooded with thoughts that consisted of her reputation, her friend's thoughts, and her parents' thoughts.

Wouldn't I be outstanding in that capacity?

John's words came to mind after she gave him a kiss on the neck. Before, she would have thought 'yes.' Use him to get back to her parents, because she knew that they would disapprove of John. But the thought of 'using' him made him sound like he was more of object. She had felt terribly hurt by his words but there was no denying that he had been right on some of them. She was too concerned about what people thought of her and cared more about her reputation that anything else in the school.

Just bury your head in the sand and wait till your freaking prom!

His voice washed over her again. What if she didn't want to do that? What if she just wanted to experience it…but with him?

Claire slowly shook her head and looked away from her blank piece of paper. Hopefully Madame Dubois would be easy on her for tomorrow. She bought her hand to her ear and felt the missing diamond earring. She remembered the original wearer of those earrings, and now it was something that she hoped John would remember her by. She reached to her other ear and felt the other earring. She pulled the backing and removed the earring from its spot.

It was too early for John to be home at this hour. As he was on his way, he felt the first raindrop in his hair and ran all the way home before he was soaked. The moment that he stepped foot in his house, he was surprised to come to a quiet home. The place smelled of stale alcohol but he didn't see his father sprawled on the couch or his mother smoking a cigarette. Whatever the case was, John was glad that he had the chance to grab something from the refrigerator and head into his room.

He walked over to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Just as he expected, there was nothing that fulfill his appetite. Another night where he would go to bed without eating anything. He hoped that at least there were some snacks lying around before he turned in for the night. As John rummaged through the cupboards, and successfully found something to eat, a little encounter played at the back of his mind:

Why did you do that? John had asked her.

Because I knew you wouldn't. Claire had answered him.

Her voice echoed in his ears. Aside from the constant complaints and whining that she did, her voice was soothing to his ears. She had been right with what she had said. John would never have taken the first step to kiss her…and yet, he surprised that she did when he ripped her to shreds with such accusatory words.

Her devastated face when she cried, he knew that he was getting through to her that way. Was it malicious? Yes, and he knew that. However, he felt that was the only way that he could get through someone who was too proud of themselves. The same thing that he had wanted to do with Andrew too, but it seemed like Allison had already done it…in her own way.

He felt the light weight of the earring that Claire had given him, as if she had given him a piece of her that he could hold onto. Before, he would have stated that it was just a piece of jewelry and nothing more. However, this one held a lot of meaning. He knew what was to come on Monday. She was going to see him and ignore him, just like she had voiced to everyone. Just thinking about that, he wanted to rip the earring off his ear and throw it in the trash but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

What if things turned out differently? What if she had said that because she didn't know what the future would hold?

What if there was more to her than what John originally thought?

Suddenly, the front door creaked open and John looked up. That was his cue to go before he became someone else's punching bag.

Andrew was sitting on a mat in his room. He would have accomplished his exercises for the early evening if it hadn't started to rain, not that it would stop his father from pushing him to go on a jog in the rain. Andrew made sure that he locked his bedroom door to avoid any disturbances. The last thing he wanted was to get pushed running in the rain and getting sick from it.

As he did his exercises, he looked over at the portrait of Allison that Susan had done. It wasn't the one where she had her makeover, but with her bangs over her eyes and maintaining that mysterious aura. She was the same girl, just in a different outfit…and he admired both. When Allison joined him and Brian on their discussion, she was very bold in doing so. When she had opened up to them about running away because of her homelife, Andrew had become curious and that's when he realized that they weren't so different from one another. If he had the chance, he would run away too…and this time, he was hoping that it would be with Allison. By the end of detention when they departed, Allison hadn't resisted when Andrew pulled her closer to him. Aside from the girls that Andrew knew at school, Allison had mostly kept herself in the shadows. When she kissed him, he could tell that was something that she had wanted…like all the other girls did. And he was glad that she was the one who was able to do it.

What will everyone else think? That question intruded his thoughts. It was that simple. He promised himself that he wasn't going to care what anyone thought. If they dared to say anything, then they weren't the type of friends that Andrew thought they would be.

Then there were the girls from Claire's social circle. Almost all of them wanted to be with someone on the wrestling team. Andrew tried to keep a distance and for a good reason. The people in Claire's group were vicious and he knew that two of them already had an interest in him. He was curious to know what they would think if they saw him with Allison…and if they would dare do anything to her. If they did, Andrew was going to make sure it didn't come to that.

Allison started at the girl that was staring back at her. Claire's makeup had done wonders in bringing out the color of her eyes and the soft texture of her skin. She looked like a doll that needed to be kept in a safe place so she wouldn't crack. What was the fun in that? Slowly, Allison took off the headband and ran her fingers through her hair. She bought her hair over her eyes and at that moment, she felt like herself again.

There was nothing wrong with what Claire had done. She felt that rush of excitement when she faced her classmates with her new makeover. She did feel beautiful in it…but deep down, it just wasn't her.

Her mind travelled back at Andrew. When she had spoken about running away and no one took her seriously, she was shocked that Andrew walked up to her. That time, he didn't dismiss her and saw her for the person that she was…and she appreciated that. This makeover though, was just something that she would do on occasion.

She headed into her bedroom and saw the portrait of Andrew propped up against the stitch that she took from his shirt and the blue sweater. She swallowed when she looked at it. What was to happen on Monday? Would he be looking at her the same way as he was doing now? No matter how many times Allison believed that she didn't care, and even if Andrew replied 'no' to Claire's question about not being friends with the group, she couldn't shake off that negative feeling.

If only she had someone to talk to about that. She stopped and looked at the phone that was on her drawer. She and Susan had exchanged phone numbers earlier in the week. Right away, she reached for the receiver and dialed her friend's number.

Susan had spent a wonderful afternoon by the park as she excessively drew as many objects as possible that surrounded her. She planned on spending the early evening at the park, but once the rain began to pour, she peddled as quickly as possible to her grandmother's. After her grandmother fussed over her for getting soaked in the rain, Susan took a hot shower and was about to get ready for an hour of painting when her phone rang. It was either her uncle who was chastise her for not waiting for him to take her home or a marketing call. She picked up the receiver and braced herself for either. "Hello?" Susan said.

"It's Allison."

"Hey," Susan greeted her and sat upright on her bed, "what's going on? You okay?"

"I'm fine," Allison told her, "I just wanted to talk to you…about Monday."

Susan crossed her legs on her bed and clutched tightly on her receiver. Now that Allison mentioned it, her mind through about the fate of tomorrow. "You're worried too?" Susan asked her.

"Yeah," Allison nodded as if Susan would see her. "I know that we'd still be friends, along with Brian…I don't even know about Bender. But I'm just worried about Andrew. I don't want what we had to go away." Even if it was for only a couple of seconds, it meant a lot to her.

"Allison," Susan gently said, "Andrew doesn't seem like the type of guy to do that." And she hoped that he wouldn't be.

Allison sighed on the other end of the line. "I hope not," she said and she couldn't believe what she was about to ask next. "What do you think? Did I look better with my new makeover or how I was before?"

Putting makeup on was like painting a canvas. Some colors were complimentary and others portrayed turbulence. In Susan's opinion, Allison looked beautiful but she was the master of her own features. "Do what you feel is comfortable. We're both artists, Allison. You know how it is."

A soft chuckle came from the end of the line. "Okay," she said to her, "I'll see at school tomorrow."

Allison hung up but as Susan was about to do the same, she looked down at her sketchpad and saw the number that Brian had written down for her. Call me when you get home he said to her before he left…and she was home now.

When Brian returned home, he was welcomed to the set of rules that his parents had set out for him.

1. Not staying out before curfew (as if he would do that)

2. Not going to the cinema for the next two weeks

3. No reading for fun

4. No recreational activities

And this was just for two weeks. Brian might as well have joined John for the next two months in Saturday detention. When his parents set these rules for him, Brian listened but deep down, he didn't care. He understood how important achievements were to his parents, but they were pushing it to the limit. With an understanding nod of his head, Brian spent the remainder of Sunday finishing up the homework due on Monday. The rain pitter-pattered against his window, creating a calm atmosphere.

He heard the noise of the telephone ringing downstairs and then he heard his mother's voice. "He can't come to the phone right now, he's busy…oh alright. Brian!" his mother called his name, "a classmate wants to talk to you."

Brian pushed back his chair and headed downstairs. Before he took the receiver, his mother looked down at him. "Two minutes."

Brian resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Now they were tracking how long he talked on the phone. "This is Brian."

"Good to know that your number works," Susan said on the other end of the line with a smile upon her lips.

Brian clutched tightly onto the phone and prayed that no one was listening in on them. "Thanks for calling me," he said as if he had been expecting an updated about a package delivery. "Did you get home alright?"

"Yeah," Susan told him, "I wasn't so lucky in beating the rain."

Brian leaned against the wall and gripped onto the receiver. "How are you feeling about tomorrow?" he asked her.

Susan shrugged her shoulder. "I don't know," she answered with a sigh. "Allison called and asked me the same thing. Knowing that all three of us share a mutual feeling, we'll be the only ones that are still friends after Saturday."

Brian hoped that it wouldn't come to that. All six of them had bought different elements into their group detention that nothing could tear it apart. Maybe he was reaching for the stars here but he couldn't help himself. The he thought of what Susan had just said. Friends…wait, don't look too much into this! Maybe she wants to take it slow…come on, you didn't even kiss her!

"Brian? Hello, are you still there?" Susan asked him.

"Yeah I'm here," Brian said to her.

Susan smiled on the other end of the line. "Do you wanna do something tomorrow after school?" she asked him.

She had him there! Brian felt a blush creeping up his cheeks upon her request and he didn't want to say no. "I would but uh, I'm grounded for two weeks." There was silence at the other end of the line. Great Brian thought, when I get the chance for something, it has to be stepped on all over.

"Sorry to hear that," Susan told him, "at least there's school right?"

Brian nodded his head as if she could see him. "We'll…we'll try to make the best of it, right? I mean, it's only two weeks. How bad can it be?"

"Young man," his mother's voice approached him and he looked up at her, "two minutes are up."

"I gotta go," he said to Susan, "I'll see tomorrow." He hung up the receiver and looked at his mother's facial expression as if she was expecting him to say something. "Just a classmate," he told her, hoping that she wouldn't grill him for answers.