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

[Eric Dawson]

'Yes, I did see, in fact...', Eric reached under the desk and pulled out his laptop bag, he then proceeded to delve his hand inside it. When he pulled his hand out he had a fist full of confetti, he raised his eyebrows at Sierra and then carefully put the confetti back in the bag.

'What do you mean they don't like you?', Eric frowned, he didn't believe Sierra's indifference about the matter, if she was being truthful she must be a very lonely girl ... Maybe that's why she was talking to him then ... 'I can't see how anyone could not like you Sierra, you're a very nice young lady', he gave her a reassuring smile and then glanced over at his son, 'Sam, you like Sierra don't you?', he asked.

'Yeah, she's alright', Sam replied with a shrug before turning back to his conversation.

[Rozzi Summers]

“Ew?” She couldn’t think of the appropriate response for what he had just told her, besides saying ew, and she said it as more of a question then a statement. “She’s pretty though I don’t see why she would do that if she could easily get a man her own age,” she shrugged. “The heart wants what the heart wants I guess,” she wasn’t sure what he meant when he said it was ironic, but she didn’t bother asking what that meant. “Not that your dad is old and gross or anything, if I was his age I’d be all over him,” was it awkward to admit that? She didn’t really care, she was being honest, and it wasn’t like she was going to be like Sierra and be all over him anyway.

[Sam Dawson]

'Well, sorry to burst your bubble Roz my dear, but I don't think you're my fathers 'type', and we'll leave it at that', Sam replied, patting Rozzi on the shoulder as if she'd just received horrible news. It actually made Sam feel a bit weird, girls fawning over his dad.

'Sooo....', Sam really felt like they needed to change the subject, and he had just the topic, 'We never got much chance to talk about what happened at the kissing party', he said, kind of quickly, because it was a tough subject to just jump in to. It was only a kiss but ... It felt like more, and Sam was pretty confused about the whole ordeal, he wanted to know Rozzi's opinion before he went insane over thinking it.

[Rozzi Summers]

“Oh well way to break my heart Sam, thanks,” she laughed. Not really all that disappointed to hear the news. “Oh yeah about that…” was there even really anything to talk about? She hadn’t felt the need to talk about this with him, it was just a kiss, while they were playing a stupid game, and she was a little bit drunk. “I don’t see why we would need to talk about it… I was just playing the game…. “ she was unsure of what he meant by that, because she was pretty sure he was in a relationship with someone anyway. She hadn’t been thinking about it until he mentioned it, and now that she was thinking about it she really thought about it. Was there something there? She was sure she was over thinking this, and there was nothing there. Right?

“It was just a kiss right?” Now that she was thinking about it she wasn’t sure. She didn’t mean to sound like she was freaking out when she asked that, but in her head she was wondering what he was thinking, she wanted to know why he’d even brought it up in the first place. There was a million questions she wanted to ask, but she couldn’t get her brain to make her lips move. She couldn’t form a sentence correctly in her head and she ended up just keeping her mouth shut rather than sounding like an idiot.

[Sam Dawson]

'Yeah, probably, I don't know', Sam shrugged with every word that he spoke, trying to make out that it was no big deal. It was though, to him anyway. Things with Amanda had been kind of ... Well, kind of shit lately. Not only had she not come to see him in Hospital, but somehow once he was out, she'd made it his fault? It was safe to say that he didn't want to be in that relationship anymore, but somehow he still was.

'If you say it was just a kiss, then it was just a kiss ... I was pretty wasted anyway', Sam replied, his gaze turning towards the window.

[Maxwell Manson]

(( www.polyvore.com/max_is_fag/set?id=86502247 ))

Max didn't want detention, he actually tried skipping it in order to go to preseason baseball but the coach made him go. He walked into the detention for the seventh time this month, dropping his baseball bag by the door of the classroom. He pushed his sunglases from his eyes to the top of his head and took in everyone who was in there. There was Sierra who was an attention seaking hottie, Sam who the poor kid had been shot during the shooting, and then his eyes rested on Rozzi. Who was so pretty and amazing in every way.

He knew what he was doing was wrong. He liked Brielle, she was beautiful and amazing. But she was so young and he was realizing that. She was also just not his type. He couldn't have fun with her like he could Rozzi back when they were dating. And he couldn't help but feel they had no chance in lasting. Especially now that Rozzi was back. His first love....

He walked over to the desk by Rozzi and slid in not saying a work at first thinking of how to start what he had to say. But he literally sat there for a couple of minutes with his mouth open not having anything come out. He turned in his seat to face Rozzi and touched her arm a little to get her attention. "Can we talk now, Rozz?"

[Rozzi Summers]

“Yeah it was just…” she bit off the rest of her sentence as Max walked into the room.

This detention is about to get a hell of a lot more fun.

When he didn’t say anything she decided to continue talking to Sam. “It didn’t mean anything, and I kind of feel bad anyway because don’t you have a girlfriend or something?” She didn’t want to talk to Max. She didn’t want to see him, and she just wanted to leave the room and hide. If he really wanted to be with her then he should have thought of that before he cheated on her like an idiot. She really didn’t see what he was going to talk about, she had heard all his dumb excuses, and she was pretty used to hearing him apologize by now. Who was to say he wouldn’t do something stupid like that again? He was an idiot to think she was going to take him back.

“ You can talk if you want but I’m probably not gonna listen,” she empathized the you part just to let him know that she wasn’t going to talk to him. Why would she? He was a cheating jerk, not to mention he took her virginity and then dumped her, and then he did it to some girl who was way too young to be having sex in the first place. Who even thought it was a good idea to sleep with a thirteen year old girl anyway? She hadn’t been lying when she told Isabel that she had been stupid for dating him, and for giving him everything when he was just going to throw it all away. Now he was probably going to apologize, and she didn't want to hear it.

[Maxwell Manson]

Max sighed and put his head in his hand, "Rozzi. Please listen? I need to talk to you!" Max stopped and sat up in his chair. He really had realized everything he lost when him and Rozzi broke up. He stopped talking to anyone besides his family and Kegan for a couple months.

"I'm not going to try and tell you I did anything on accident while we were dating. Because I didn't. I knew what I was doing the minute I hooked up with Esme, I was self centered and a jerk for doing that to you all because you didn't want to lose your virginity to me. And honestly, I wish you didn't. Because if I was you, I wouldn't want to have lost it to a guy like me either. I'm a dick." He paused what he was saying and bit his lip.

"I am sorry for treating you so badly. That whole expression you don't realize what you have until you lost it. Yeah, it's corny. But it's true. I didn't realize how special you were to me until I lost you. And I was stupid to treat you that badly. If I could change everything , I would trust me. I would change sleeping with esme and losing every ounce of trust you had in me. And I don't deserve you to even have said anything back to me...." Max rolled his eyes at himself and leaned back in his seat.

"I'm sorry." Max whispered.

[Rozzi Summers]

“Stop telling me you’re sorry, I don’t want to fucking hear you apologize anymore, you’ve already done it a thousand times and it doesn’t really mean anything anymore I don’t even want to hear it anymore. I know that you’re just saying it anyway, and I’m done with your shit Max, if you really cared about me you would have thought about that before you fucked Esme. What’s so good about her anyway? Why does everyone like her? She’s a whore, she slept with every guy on the planet, and stole pretty much everyone’s boyfriend at one point or another, and yet everyone loves her? What is so good about her anyway?” At this point her voice was cracking because she was trying so hard not to cry.

“If I was like that would everyone like me? You know what don’t fucking answer that because I don’t care. You don’t care either, if you cared then you would have thought about it, and you wouldn’t have been with her, so don’t try and sell that bull crap story to me, and since when do you care about my virginity? Really? If you really cared that much then you should have said something. Are you gonna give it back to me? I would really like to go back and get it back too, and give it to someone who gives a shit about the person they supposedly love, but I can’t I can’t go back and get—“ she stopped talking and wiped some tears out of her eyes. “I can’t get that back Max,” she said in a childlike voice. “If you cared so much then why did you take Brielle’s virginity, why didn’t you think of that, at least I’m old enough to make a choice. You don’t really care about anything Max. So go have sex with your whores, ok?”

She wasn’t even crying because she was sad, but because she was so pissed off that he even tried to talk to her about it. “I don’t think that you even know what you’re saying anymore, that all sounds exactly like the last time you came over and apologized to me. It’s all ways the same, ‘I’m sorry’ ‘I’m an ass’ ‘take me back because I was an idiot for sleeping with that ho anyway’ well you know what, until you come up with something new to say, don’t talk to me, because you might be an idiot, but I was an even bigger idiot for thinking you would change.” She really didn’t want to hear what he had to say, but she had wanted to tell him off for a long time, and it felt good to say what she was thinking, even though she was crying, and she didn’t want to be.

She realized that she probably looked like crap, and it didn’t even matter. Who did she have to impress? Someone who was obviously not getting her back anytime soon?

[Sam Dawson]

What kind of person just sat themselves down when you were trying to have a conversation? Maybe Sam wouldn't have minded if they were just talking about what they had for breakfast, or which teacher was their favorite, but they were talking about the kiss. Sam had been psyching himself up to say that he felt it was a big deal, and then go on to tell Rozzi that he liked her, and that he wanted to break up with Amanda, so then maybe they could go out sometime ... But no, Max had to come over and get her all upset and stuff.

'Rozzi, you okay?', Sam asked, knowing full well that she wasn't okay, he reached out and put his arm around her, not knowing if she'd be okay with that.

'Max, why don't you just fuck off, she doesn't want to talk anymore', Sam said to Max, not in a threatening way, he felt like he was only being truthful.