<strong>Chloe in detention</strong><br/><br/>Chloe’s heart had a minor failure in her chest when James winked at her. The cheerleader in her scoffed at his wink, but the teenage girl in her squealed with delight. The hot boy likes her! Even if he was just a basketballer. A cocky basketballer at that. He was still a hot guy and he just winked at her with the most dreamy eyes ever. But the wink was the least of her worries when he saved the pen that she, for what ever reason, had dropped. His fingers brushing lightly against hers as he handed it back. She forgot to breath. His touch felt warm, really warm. Electric almost. Drawing in a slightly shaky breath she had to force herself to stop staring at his arms and refocus on the note.<br/><br/>The way he scribbled out his message made her wonder what it was he was trying to avoid speaking about. It made him instantly mysterious and about a billion times more attractive. She went  to grab her pen and write a reply when she noticed she was on the very edge of her seat, as close to him as she could get without shifting the chair, he must of done the same because the distance between them had shrunk significantly. It was distracting and she had the tip of then pen to the paper before noticing there was no room left to write.<br/><br/><em>Keep calm.<br/>Keep calm.</em><br/><br/>Writing was easy, They were both looking at the paper but talking was hard because they were looking at each other and his presence was making her a little nervous. Okay a lot nervous. She loved it. Placing her pen down on the paper as an obvious sign she was done with the note she turned her gaze on him. Fully. Looking straight at him. And just praying and pleading that she wouldn't stutter or look in any way like a loser. Leaning forward so only he could hear and keeping her voice to a hushed whisper she continued their conversation without the pen and paper “I like hiphop too”  She nodded with a smile “Do you think I could listen with you? I don't have an ipod"