[three tardies make a detention] - [Allison]

[Sawyer Collins]

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The knob of Room 221's door opened, as Sawyer Collins stepped in. An exasperated sigh escaped his lips as he did, his eyebrows cruved to produce a rather fierce-looking frown. This was the forth detention he had in a month. Walking to the teacher's desk, he tossed the slip of paper in front of him rudely, before taking a seat. His bag made a thudding sound as he dropped it on the desk, the boy's little way of showing that he didn't want to be here.

Why was the boy here? Well, it was rather stupid, actually. He'd been late for Trigonometry class the for the third time, earning him a one hour stay in the detention room this Friday afternoon. It wasn't his fault that he was late again. His physics teacher had talked to him after class about his missed homework. Another sigh escaped the boy's lips, as he buried his head under crossed arms on his bag.

The boy was wearing his usual outfit. A white cotton shirt, that hugged his torso snugly. Over it, a weathered black leather jacket, the one worn by motorcyclists. He was a motorcyclist, after all, with his Ducati. Sitting low on his waist was a pair of light wash jeans, boot cut, ripped at the ends and on the knees. His feet donned a pair of once-white Puma Romas, which were already turning grey from months of use. Nothing too special.

Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

As he lifted his head, his eyes drifted off to the clock perched on top of the room's blackboard. Another sigh. Fifty eight more minutes of detention. Great. His eyes wandered about. Everyone was doing some sort of work, everyone except for him. Well, he didn't have any to do anyway. Or rather, he didn't want to do it. Yet.

[Allison Molyneux]

So , I'm a bad girl
That never get's caught
Some girls blush during
a naughty scene
but me nah , I
Smile becuase I know
I can do better

Entering the classroom , Allison took a seat somewhere in the middle, placing her book on the table and taking a seat. Her mind wasn't really at the incoming Chemistry class, rather more at the awful day she had till that point. Was it a day with bad luck or was she just having one of those days where nothing went right. While the room was filling up and people were chatting and whispering, the Senior girl simply stood in her seat. Her hair was tied up behind just in case.

The heat inside wasn't really Allison's favorite thing, but the girl ignored it, trying to get her mind off her own problems. After a few seconds or quite minutes, the girl sighed quite sad. Chemistry was interesting, but still, was it really useful to her? Biology could do the same in some cases, but then again, chemistry had different ways. The ingredients also, if mixed wrong could do something bad. The only thing Allison loved at Chemistry was the detail importance in every single object, ingredient or mix. Her mind slipped away at the fresh air awaiting outside, while the heat inside made her yawn.

Her dark brown eyes were looking on the window without paying attention to what's happening in the room, at least, without the professor, it wasn't really worth it as no one was directly talking to her. Anyway, why would they?"Ms.Molyneux can you please run this note to the class next door?" , her teacher asked. "Gladly." , she said knowing anything to get her to leave this class was worth it.

Looking up at the clock she knew she would not make it before class ended. Picking up her books , she made her way to the class dropping off the note as she waited for the teacher's reply. "Great to see you again Ms.Molyneux just have a seat next to Mr. Collins if you don't mind.Looking back over where he had pointed she settled her stuff down and took a seat. She had never been in detention and she was only using this time to catch on extra work , but it never ment not to have any extra fun. Looking at the boy she gently tapped the edge of his desk , "You can't honestly be sleeping in here can you , your just asking yourself for another detention."[/b[ , she said rather plainly.[/i][/size]

[Sawyer Collins]

The boy's eyes darted to the door as another unlucky student entered. He watched her as she went to the teacher's desk, then sat right next to him. He had to admit that she was pretty attractive, but he wasn't known to be too outgoing with anyone, much less the ladies. Instead, he buried his face on his crossed arms once again. Fifty-six more minutes. This hour was going pretty slow. At least he was going to get a little bit of rest. He'd stayed up late last finishing off The Catcher in the Rye. It was pretty good, too.

You can't honestly be sleeping in here can you , your just asking yourself for another detention.

Turning his head to look at her, he scoffed. "Trust me, I can't get any more detentions than I already have." Straightening his posture, he pushed he slid his chair back, turning his upper body so he was facing her. His eyes examined her, his eyebrows furrowed because of curiosity. "What are /you/ here for? Late for class? Missed homework? Fighting?" He had said 'fighting' without even considering that she was a girl. Girls weren't known to fight, not in this school, at least. It was only because /he/ was often in the detention hall for fighting, mostly with jerks.

The detention teacher shot Sawyer a glare, putting an index finger in front of his mouth. He pointed towards the girl. "/She/ started talking. Not me." His eyes turned back to the girl.

[Allison Molyneux]

So , I'm a bad girl
That never get's caught
Some girls blush during
a naughty scene
but me nah , I
Smile becuase I know
I can do better

Allison was not the kind of girl to be in detention not because she was a complete goody good , but because she had her way with things and besides the teachers all adored her. Turning back around she noticed that the boy she had made a comment to had stirred around in his wake as he replied. Trust me, I can't get any more detentions than I already have." , he told her. A smile appeared on her face as he made his last comment. "There is no way thats possible unless of course you have more than ten." , she said to him as she ran her hand threw her hair. Every guy had their bad side she knew it for sure since they all tried to show it once in a while. Looking back at him , she sighed answering his question. "Er no , just catching up on some homework I missed when I was absent , this is the only time I can anyway." , she said to him as she adjusted her skirt.

"Allison dear , I ask that you do not speak to the students whom are here for punishment." , the teacher told her sterntly. The teacher must of suspected something by now , since you usually don't fine papers flying everywhere. Her innocent look usually came in handy and her parents knew it from experience. Unlucky her , it did not work on them anymore since after a couple of years they can out do her. She smiled plainly as the teacher eyed her like some sort of look. "Er teacher , may I sharpen my pencil?" , she asked knowing that was the oldest trick in the book. She stood up walking to the sharpener , knowing the she could feel the teachers eyes threw her. Innocent as possible she made sure her curls bobbed up and down as she walked.

Making her way back to her seat , she dropped her pencil on the ground near the piece of paper. "Oops." , Allison said as she bent down to pick up both the pencil and the paper. She sat back down pushing her skirt against the cold seat. Sliding the note onto his seat , she looked away making it seem she was hard at work.

"Note said:" Grr..This class is so gay but don't worry I think I can help you stay awake or at least enjoy your punishment.

[Sawyer Collins]

There is no way thats possible unless of course you have more than ten.

"This is my fourth this month," he mentioned, keeping his voice as low as possible. The boy turned his body back to face his desk. "But I've got two more scheduled over the weekend, and some more after that. Don't ask." Sawyer pulled his American Literature book out of his bag, sighing. He figured he might as well pretend to do some work while he was here. His eyes watched the girl as she went to sharpen her pencil. The boy pulled out a spiral and a pen to start writing down a composition.

Oops.

The boy watched curiously as she slipped the note to him. Taking it, he discreetly read it under his desk, before placing it on his spiral. Quickly scribbling down a few words, he slid it back to her desk, eyes looking at the teacher to make sure he wasn't looking.

Huh. Oh yeah? How do you plan to do that? I'm Sawyer Collins, by the way.

The boy opened his book. He was supposed to write a summary of the book he had just read. At least the book was interesting. Otherwise, he'd just have a huge brain block. Bringing his head closer to the desk, he started writing down some sentences.

Suddenly, the teacher stood up from his seat, walking to the door. "I'll be right back. /No/ talking." Sawyer snickered after he shut the door. That teacher must've had bladder problems. He went to the can every ten to fifteen minutes. Typical for a man his age. He must've been sixty by now.

[Allison Molyneux]

So , I'm a bad girl
That never get's caught
Some girls blush during
a naughty scene
but me nah , I
Smile becuase I know
I can do better

"Looks like someone had just enterned santa's naughty list for the year." , she said as she smirked back at him. Looking away she noticed that the teacher had left the classroom , which was weird since most of them never do and when they do they usually have another teach watch their class. Ignoring the fact that now they were alone she turned back toward him as he handed her the note. Quickly skimming it she did not bother to write something since she knew that it would much easier just to talk. "I have my ways , trust me I'm a real pro." , she said to him as she walked over to the trash can. Ripping the note into bits she tossed it and headed back for her seat.

Watching him take out his text book to see he was working. Or so it seemed to be that he was halfway done on his quotes and his highlighter seemed to be dull by now. Grr , only half an hour left , she thought as she opened up her pencil case. Of course she had her cell phone inside , who wouldn't. Opening it up real quick checking if any of her friends had sent her any texts. Sadly she closed it back up , to see that no one had bothered to text her. "Poo." , she said under her breathe.

With the weekend slowly approaching , she had not thought of her plans. Summer break was only a few weeks away and she longed to hit the beaches. "Who wouldn't? Besides the fact that she was not only getting hyped up for gym , only because volleyball had started. Bump , set , spike , were the words that kept repeating on and on in her head like a never ending echo."I'm Allison Molyneux." , she said to him as she flashed him a smile of her pearly whites. She was ready to hit the court and of course , than there was football practice where the cheerleaders had their fun.

[Sawyer Collins]

I have my ways , trust me I'm a real pro.

Well, she sure was confident. The boy watched the girl as she ripped the paper and chuck it in the bin. At least the teacher was gone now. He told them to stay quiet, but nobody followed the rules. Especially in detention class. That's what got most of them here in first place.

Poo.

Sawyer's eyes wandered to her phone, watching as she flipped it close. Looking at her, he furrowed a brow, and smirked. "Waiting for your boyfriend to text, huh," he said, glancing at the clock. Another fifty-four minutes. It was like watching turtles race. The boy moaned, frustrated. Getting detention was frustrating, especially when it wasn't your fault.

I'm Allison Molyneux.

"Nice to meet you," he said casually. He studied her outfit briefly. "Cheerleader?" The question popped up because she looked familiar to him. That, and the fact that she had the body of one. He thought he'd seen her a few times out in the football field, while he was practicing with the team. Football was a huge part of this boy's life, being the starting running back of the team.

[Allison Molyneux]

So , I'm a bad girl
That never get's caught
Some girls blush during
a naughty scene
but me nah , I
Smile becuase I know
I can do better

["Waiting for your boyfriend to text, huh," he said,

Smirking she guessed that he did not know that she was single and of course just looking around at the moment. A lot of guys were surprised when she said that she was not , and yet she thought it was quite humorous. Looking back at him she put her phone back in her purse as she listened to him go on with the conversation. "Nope , no boyfriend for me." , she said to him as she turned off her phone so no one interuppted their conversation. She hated it when she got a text in the middle of a really interesting conversation. It was just those moments when she wanted to strangle the person , but she never did of course.

Smirking she took a strand of her hair examining it for a while as he said some other things to her. "It's nice to meet you too." , she replied. He was a sweet guy and she glad that he was here because she had no idea what she would do if he was not. Probably find some other way to entertain herself.
"Cheerleader?" She looked at him as he glanced at her , she figured he got a full body shot , but she could honestly care less. Her body , she loved just because she took care of it so why not show it off? "Of course , can't you tell?" , she said as she did a quick pose.

[[eh sucky..srry getting late && im out of it]]

[Sawyer Collins]

Nope , no boyfriend for me.

"Really?" He was honestly surprised. Not a lot of girls looking like that were single around this town, let alone the school. Most jocks were always looking for another girl to cheat on. "I'd say I don't believe you, but you sound pretty honest right now." Sawyer reached inside his pocket, taking out some wrapped bubble gum. Unwrapping one and popping it in his mouth, the boy held the other out to her, offering it. "Any reason why," he asked, geniunely intrigued. "Why you're single, I mean. I don't mean to pry, I'm just curious. Not a lot of girls like you single here, as you probably know."

Of course , can't you tell?

He laughed. She was pretty charming, this girl. That was something pretty uncommon with cheerleaders. Most were just purely stuck up."Sure. That's why I asked in the first place." That added to more curiosity as to why she was single. Of course, Sawyer wasn't about to ask her out. Not that she wasn't his type. The boy just wasn't into keeping relationships. He thought that teen love was overrated. That, /and/ the fact that he didn't like commitments, or dependencies on people. "I knew I saw you a couple of times during football practice."

[Allison Molyneux]

So , I'm a bad girl
That never get's caught
Some girls blush during
a naughty scene
but me nah , I
Smile becuase I know
I can do better

"Why you're single, I mean. I don't mean to pry, I'm just curious. Not a lot of girls like you single here, as you probably know."


Allison smiled , she was not surprised by the question at all just because she really did tend to get it a lot. More than not she was the type of girl that you'd expect for the guys to be drooling over , in some cases thats what it was like. The whistling and the asking for her number did get old after a while , but than again sometimes it all depended on the guy. Sawyer on the other hand was just different than most , he had a good personality and the way he carried himself she was surprised if he really had any enemies to begin with. "Thats true , but I mean I guess I'm just waiting on the right guy to sweep me off my feet." , she said to him with her most dramatic voice. Yes , sometimes she could take her acting skills right into a conversation but she did not care about the reaction.

He soon offered her some gum , but she refused since she was just so picky about her jawline and rather or not gum can affect it she did not want to take any chances. Looking around the room she now noticed that they were really the only ones in the room. She did not care though since some people might have complained about how nosiy they were. But , she would just send them a glare and of course they would have nothing else to say. "Saw me on the football field?"{/b] , she said acting a bit more like a ditzy blonde. "Hmm , go figure funny how I'm a cheerleader and your a football player never thought those two would actually go together." , she said. Yea most people who knew her had a feeling that her sarcasm was a most def. in conversations. Rather they minded it or not she was bound to use it.

[Sawyer Collins]

Thats true , but I mean I guess I'm just waiting on the right guy to sweep me off my feet.

The Collins boy smiled. "That's pretty romantic," he half-joked. He wondered whether if other guys would've been at her feet by now, the way she was charming and all. Personally, Sawyer didn't believe in the 'right guy' or 'right girl' kind of thing. People can adjust can't they? That's how people are made. Adaptation. One of the characteristics of living things. People could always change to become the 'right person'. He, as an exception, didn't change. For anyone. The boy was damn proud of who he was, no matter what people thought of it.

Hmm , go figure funny how I'm a cheerleader and your a football player never thought those two would actually go together.

Sarcasm. Sawyer couldn't help but laugh. "I like you. You're funny," he said, smiling. Sarcasm wasn't something he was generally pleased with, but he could tell right now that people were probably used to her attitude. Her words seemed to come out naturally and with confidence. "Hey, I wouldn't have known. I'm too busy playing my snaps, keeping my starting position. I'm not the type to be staring at the sidelines watching girls shake their poms." Where the hell was the teacher? Something unpleasant must've happened, he thought. Maybe he got flushed down the toilet or something.

[Allison Molyneux]

So , I'm a bad girl
That never get's caught
Some girls blush during
a naughty scene
but me nah , I
Smile becuase I know
I can do better

I like you. You're funny,", he said.

Allison grinned at his comment she was use to getting things similar to them since her sense of humor was priceless. Not many people even bothered to try the jokes she did just because she had her own way of doing things and it did not collied well enough. "Thanks." , she said to him as she tossed some of her hair away from her face. Biting her lip she was surprised that the teacher had not arrived yet , but its not like she was complaining. She was in no hurry for him to get back anyway since no one wants a teacher with the hawk like patience of a librarian. We all knew that the world had enough of those kind of people to deal with and it did not need anymore anytime soon.

I'm not the type to be staring at the sidelines watching girls shake their poms." Where the hell was the teacher? Something unpleasant must've happened, he thought. Maybe he got flushed down the toilet or something.

She had not noticed that some of the guys did not look at them while they were practicing. It was a shock to her , but than again the coach did look pretty tough. She doubted that anyone would even bother to not pay attention during their practice. Their coach though could care less , I mean she was cool and all but like everyone she did tend to have her 'moments.' "Wow , never look at as , I might have to think about that since I'm sure you can't help but glance every once in a while."

[Sawyer Collins]

Wow , never look at as , I might have to think about that since I'm sure you can't help but glance every once in a while.

He shrugged. "Not while playing my snaps in practice." That was definitely true. Sawyer Collins was as focused as a professional when it came to football. The boy loved playing the game. The adrenaline rush, breaking tackles, spinning away from defenders, all of it. It was something he was good at, and he /loved/ being good at things. Although he won't really admit that he's good, most of the time. "I /do/, however, catch a glance when I'm just at the sidelines," he said, smirking. There was that small twinkle of mischief in his eye.

It had already been a few mintues since the teacher left, and he still wasn't back. Sawyer assumed it was one of those unpleasant trips to the washroom again. He sighed. His eyes, one blue and one brown, of course, wandered to the closed door of the room. He turned back to Allison. "You wanna get out of here?" He was serious, too, and she could probably tell because of his tone. "He's not coming back. And I'm not gonna spend fifty more minutes in here. C'mon. We could hang out at the cafeteria or something."

[Allison Molyneux]

So , I'm a bad girl
That never get's caught
Some girls blush during
a naughty scene
but me nah , I
Smile becuase I know
I can do better

"He's not coming back. And I'm not gonna spend fifty more minutes in here. C'mon. We could hang out at the cafeteria or something."

Allison was actually surprised that he wanted to leave maybe just because not many people would even try. Shrugging she was not sure what to do as she walked over to the door locking it and putting the shades down. Her ideas were always weird , but if they worked she could care less. Moving over to the desk she pushed it against the door , or so she tired. "A little help." , she asked as she struggled to push it against the door. Her frame was a bit small for her to be doing jobs such as she was doing right now anyway. Looking back at him she ran to the windows closing them. "There , now everyone will think that he left except for him and what can he do , detention is the only thing after school today." , she said as she went back to her seat.

Sure , it would have been nice to sneak out but the teacher did say stay in the classroom. Lucky for her she failed to mention that they could not lock him/her outside of her/his own classroom.

[Sawyer Collins]

A little help?

Sawyer watched her with furrowed eyebrows as she walked to the desk, attempting to blook the doorway with it. What the hell was she trying to do? He said he wanted to get out of the place, not trap himself in it. Sighing, he stood up, walking right next to her. Placing both hands against the table, he pushed it with little effort, and the table slid across the floor, colliding with the door before he let go. That wasn't even require the least bit of strength from the him. But then again, he /was/ a football player. And a basketball player. And captain of the wrestling team. Strength was basically a requirement.

There , now everyone will think that he left except for him and what can he do , detention is the only thing after school today.

He turned back to face the girl, eyeing her curiously. "Now what? We've blocked the door, how're we supposed to get out?" Room 221 was on the second floor of the school. Getting out through the window wasn't ideal, unless the both of them were looking for several broken bones and a trip to the dean. "I suppose you're one of those people who like being at school, then?" It was a partly sarcastic question. The boy didn't know much cheerleaders who would even wake up thinking positive on a weekday morning. Most of them just went here to, well, cheerlead. Or check guys out. Or gossip.