Breakfast Club ... Uh, I mean, detention ...

[Eric Dawson]

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Saturday morning detention, what an absolute waste of time. Saturday mornings were for sleeping in late, making pancaked, running errands not sitting behind a desk in front of a dozen bored teenagers. It wasn't often that Eric had to baby sit the students in weekend detention but after many a happy Saturday his time had come again.

As usual he'd arrived half an hour before the students, just to have chance for some peace and quiet and a cup of coffee. Luckily the detention was being held in his classroom, so his desk was nicely prepared for the next few hours, with papers to grade, books to read, that sort of thing.

With him this particular morning was his son, currently slumped in a chair staring at the ceiling. Eric glanced up from his book at his son and sighed, Sam hadn't done anything to deserve detention, but Eric wouldn't leave him at home alone, not just yet. It had been barely a month since his son was shot in the lung, and well, it was the sort of thing you didn't let go easily...

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Sam let out a loud dramatic sigh, his eyes still fixed on the ceiling, slumped down so low in his chair he was nearly under the desk. Today sucked. Everything sucked. Why couldn't his dad just realize he was fine being home alone? It had been two weeks since he came out of the Hospital, and yeah he ached, and yeah sometimes it was hard to breathe, but he wasn't dying.

[Sierra Briden]

Yet again, Sierra was stuck in detention. This had happened twice before already in the same month, and her sister was getting annoyed. Her parents, of course, thought that she was just getting into trouble because she needed an outlet. They had been in contact with the principal of Somerset many times, asking him to make excuses because of Sierra's "special circumstances." Yeah, right. So she didn't have a perfect past - who did? She tried not to let it influence her everyday life. Sure, she was mad sometimes, but that wasn't why she did all the things she did. She got into trouble because she liked to get into trouble. The rush and excitement of adrenaline while committing a crime was euphoric to her. She also enjoyed arguing, because there was nothing better to do, and frustrating her peers and teachers was like a game to her.

She sauntered into Mr. Dawson's room with the air of a princess. Shoulders thrown back and chest up, her nose never left the air, really. She had a habit of not walking where she walked, just expecting people to get out of her way. She was used to most teachers either leaving her alone or - as was the case with most of the male population - paying special attention to her. When she heard that detention was in Mr. Dawson's class room, she had to grin. She had talked to Mr. Dawson's son, Sam, a few times, but his looks weren't as matured as his father's. He had such a nice face, and it was always Sierra's secret wish to run her fingers through his curly blonde locks.

She didn't bother sitting down. She just tossed her back onto the seat of a desk and leaned against the edge of Mr. Dawson's table. Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she spun a strand of pumpkin orange hair around her finger and smiled. She had spent a while on her appearance for detention. She wanted people to respect her, think of her as a bad ass, or something. Though she probably wasn't as cool as she thought she was, she still played it up. Skin tight clothing and a pair of bright red heels made her look very provocative, as always. Her make up was a little less extreme than usual. Instead of a bright color, she stuck to a coral pink on her lips and shimmery gold shadow across her eyes, mascara to lengthen her lashes. She batted her eyes at her teacher, hoping to at least get his attention. She'd either end up having someone new to get with, or she'd manage to convince him to let her leave early - she was happy with either/or.

"Hey, Mr. Dawson," she greeted him with a dazzling smile. "Fancy seeing you here. How are you doing?"

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[Eric Dawson]

When Sierra strutted in to the classroom Eric had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. Sierra was a lovely girl, though a little self centered, he just didn't understand why such young girls were always dressed to impress these days. Surely she wasn't dressed like that for him? Eric hid a smirk behind the book he was reading, how utterly adorable.

'Good morning Sierra, looking glamorous as always. I'm doing fine thank you, other than the fact that I'm here of course', Eric smiled, placing his book down on the desk but keeping his index finger between the pages to mark his place. With his free hand he slid a clipboard towards her, for her to sign her name, as was required of detention.

'What mischief have you been wreaking since our last detention together?', he asked, passing her a pen.

[Rozzi Summers]

Oh the joys of having detention on a Saturday. Getting up early was just the perfect way to begin this horror filled day sitting in a class room doing absolutely nothing. Didn’t that sound absolutely delightful? She didn’t want to get out of bed, and she didn’t want to go. She didn’t want to pay for her crimes, couldn’t she just have a get out of jail free card, and get away with it? Why was detention on a Saturday anyway that was like torture, what ever happened to after school detention that only lasted a few hours. She was supposed to spend her entire day in this stupid class room. For what? Talking back to a teacher. Adults just said you were talking back when they knew you were right and didn’t want to admit it. Although on the slip it said disrespect… or something.

Even though she didn’t want to get up. She did, she sighed and rolled out of bed, and pulled on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, with her favorite converse. She ran a brush through her hair. She didn’t expect to see anyone there anyway, but she put on some makeup, before walking down to the class. When she got there she mumbled a good morning to the teacher, and took a seat next to Sam. “Hey, how do you feel?” she was surprised to see her friend in detention, but yet she wasn’t. She assumed that it still hurt, but then again she had never been shot. So she didn’t know. “It doesn’t hurt too bad does it?”

[Sam Dawson]

Sam had barely batted an eyelash when Sierra waltzed in, all high and mighty as usual. It pained him to admit it, but she did look pretty good, but he was in no mood for her flirtatious ways today, and by the looks of things she was more interested in his dad anyway. The pain in his chest was getting pretty bad from being so slumped so he was just hauling himself upright when Rozzi came and took the seat next to his.

'Hey', Sam gave her a weak smile, 'Yeah, I'm not bad ... Still kind of in pain, but what're you gonna do?', he laughed slightly, which made him wheeze a little and he blushed. Before the shooting he was sure he seemed like such a bad ass kinda guy, now he was reduced to some kind of ... Pathetic wheezing weirdo.

'What're you doing here anyway? Didn't peg you as a 'bad girl'', Sam asked.

[Sierra Briden]

Sierra beamed when he said she was 'looking glamorous as always.' It made her super excited when teachers gave her compliments. Actually, it just really made her happy because he was a member of the opposite sex. Ugh, she hadn't been laid in what felt like forever. It'd actually only been a few months, but that was like a few years for her. It hadn't been since that one time she had with Tucker. After that, no one wanted to have sex with her because she was a "slut" and because of what she had said to Zelda and the other girls that she made fun of. Whatever, bitches could be jealous - she'd end up getting some anyway. She didn't really care to hear them gossip, anyway. Her sister would have died hearing all of the things that they said about her, but most of them were true. They brought up her criminal record, her being kidnapped, fucking her teachers for A's, putting out to anyone who looked at her with interest... it was all true. She didn't feel a need to even argue, anymore.

"Tell me about it," she sighed, noticing he had put down the book. Success! She had gotten his attention. Smoothing down the cut fabric of her jeans, she wondered if he would ever be interested in her in the way she wanted. She had heard he was divorced, or so she thought, and he wasn't even that old. He was quite the attractive man. "I don't want to be here any more than you do. Though I'm sure it must be hard, since you're a teacher and all," she said, voice sweet. She hoped that siding with him would make her seem kind and caring.

She took the pen from his hand, fingers touching his for just a second too long. Ah, up to her old tricks, again. She often did that when asking a boy in her class for a pencil. Touch them for what was longer than appropriate and they would get your message - well, most of the time. "Oh, I haven't done anything mischievous, per se," she replied. "I have been wreaking some havoc, though." She grinned, her eyes flashing with excitement. "The typical pranks and fun stuff. Apparently, the staff doesn't appreciate it when you leave a mannequin hanging from the ceiling in the teacher's lounge. I thought it was pretty funny." She was probably being insensitive with that one. "I rigged it so that when someone walked in and turn on the lights, some crappy radio station would start playing and the mannequin would drop and confetti fell out of it. That one they didn't technically catch me for," she winked. "But, they were suspicious, so when I talked back to my history teacher, she gave me detention as revenge. I don't mind it though," she smirked. "Hanging out with handsome people in a classroom all day, with nothing to do but have polite conversation? It's quite stimulating."

[Eric Dawson]

'Oh so you're the reason I've been picking confetti out of my laptop case for the past week', Eric smiled, trying not to focus on the fact that Sierra's fingers has lingered on his for a little longer than they should have. It was actually quite flattering to have a girl of her age be interested in him, at least he wasn't one of those teachers that girls thought were creepy, or, God-forbid, gross looking.

'Wouldn't you rather talk to your class mates Sierra?', Eric asked, gesturing to his son and a red haired girl he didn't know the name off who were sat in front of his desk. It wasn't so much that he minded speaking to Sierra, he just found it a little odd that she wanted to speak to him.

[Rozzi Summers]

“Oh well that doesn’t sound good,” she said with a frown. “I’m not a ‘bad girl’.” She said putting epenthesis on the bad part, trying to say that she wasn’t a bad girl, most of the time. “So apparently I was being disrespectful towards this teacher or something, because she asked me a question and I gave her a smart ass answer, I don’t know, but It doesn’t seem worth spending the day in detention to me,” she shrugged. “At least I’m not alone right?” She glanced over at Sierra, she didn’t know her well but she knew her name and face, and she seemed to be interested in the teacher. Which was weird, but she wasn’t going to say anything.

[Sierra Briden]

Sierra grinned when he said that he had to pick confetti out of his briefcase. "Oh, did you see it, then?" She was actually proud of herself for pulling a prank on the teachers. It was quite fun when she could get back at them for being mean, or get their attention if they were good looking. Ah, the world was her playground, really. Sierra would never stop acting up, probably.

She scowled when he suggested she talk to her peers. "No, I'd rather talk to you," she said sweetly, hoping he'd appreciate that. "They don't really like me very much." She shrugged.

[Sam Dawson]

'Oh right', Sam replied to Rozzi's explanation as to why she was there, it didn't seem detention worthy, but then again, he wasn't a teacher. When Rozzi looked over at Sierra Sam followed her gaze and smirked, it was a little sad to see, why would you want to talk to a teacher? Eric was his dad, yeah, and he was a pretty cool teacher to be fair, but still, what kind of kid did that?

'I think Sierra has the hots for my dad', Sam leant over and whispered in to Rozzi's ear and then pulled back with a grin, 'Which is kinda ironic really'. Eric had never told Sam that he was gay, but it was pretty obvious, what with his love of musicals, fashion and Matt Damon, yeah, his dad pretty much hit all the gay stereotypes.