<strong>Chloe in detention</strong><br/><br/>Chloe was smiling, It wasn't an on purpose smile. It was one of those smiles that you are not even aware are happening. Its a sneaky smile, and you only realize you were doing it after the situation is over, you notice it as you go back to relive the moment in your head and you start kicking yourself for looking like such a fool. But for now Chloe wasn't aware of it, Her eyes fixed to James’s arm as he passed her back the note.<em>Could it be the most perfect arm in the world?</em>It made the butterflies in her stomach flutter harder and she quickly leaned  forward to read his reply, unawares that her smile was broadening.<br/><br/>As she picked up her pen to reply she got that weird sensation in her hand again and the pen fell cleanly through her grasp and hit the floor a little louder then it should of because the room was almost silent. The panic siren in her head started to wail. One minute she had it firmly between her fingers next minute it was on the floor. It was like the jewelry thing all over again. Her sister could not be this intelligent, this had to be something else. Her stomach sunk as the ‘I'm being haunted’ option was starting to sound like the more plausible one.<br/><br/>Trying hard to cover the situation she reached down to collect the pen, making damn certain she had it tightly and brought it back up the note paper. She couldn't even think of what to say to James after that horrifyingly embarrassing experience. Chloe’s pale cheeks were starting to flush pink and she tilted her head just a little to release the curtain of hair she had tucked behind her ear, hoping to use it as a shield so James would not see her blush. She tried to push the haunted thoughts away and focus on the note. Hot boys were more important than ghosts after all.<br/><br/>She read his reply twice before scrawling her own. Praying silently in her head that he didn't think she was a freak now. It was common for people to drop their pens right? Happened to everyone.<br/><br/><em>This is actually my first ever detention.</em><br/><br/>She looked at her note, it was a bit final. She chewed on her lower lip for a moment as she searched for ways to keep his attention, finally deciding to add another question.<br/><br/><em>What kind of music are you listening too?</em><br/>