<strong>Chloe – Detention</strong><br/><br/>She smiled as she read the reply from James. He did look like the kind of guy that would end a fight quite nicely. And was obviously no stranger to detention. Was it wrong that she liked that?  She tilted her head to the side sending her long dark hair spilling over her shoulder as she started to scribble out her reply, her free hand going to hair and spinning a lock around her finger.<br/><br/><em>My story is lame compared to yours! My teacher is just this mean old sour cow and decided to make an example out of my texting <span class="bbc_u">before</span> class even started</em><br/><br/>As she wrote it she rolled her eyes at the thought of Mrs. Woolard. Stupid cow.<br/><br/><em>So what do you usually get up to in detention?? This place is like depression central, No offense</em><br/><br/>She passed the note back and readjusted herself in her seat to face James, propping her head up in her hand and resting her elbow on the desk. His sights focused on the note she took the opportunity to check him out again, his perfect hair and sweet looking lips were starting to release butterflies into her tummy.<br/><br/><strong>Chloe - Third period algebra</strong><br/><br/>Katie had said sorry to Chloe for not saving her a seat. But it confused Chloe because the class had a seating chart so how did the girl even get away with saving one for Jessica? Her blood boiled when she looked at Jessica. The bitch was so smug. Bet she sucked the teacher off just for the chance to sit next to her beloved Katie. "Its okay" Chloe lied giving Katie a smile and returning her attentions on her book coloring in the little squares with her pen. It stung to know she was stuck over here next to the pink haired freak when she should really be over there with the girls. Even if one of them was a complete and utter skank faced bitch. It was a matter of principal.<br/><br/><br/>