After School[Jeremy]

[Donella McArthur]

Donella sat in detention boredo uot of her mind. She just arrived not too long ago and immediately wanted to turn back around. The only reason she was here was because she'd mouthed off to her a teacher. I believed the words she used were 'treacherous cow' and need to get laid immediately'. Yeah, definitely not something you wanted to say to your teacher.

She impatiently tapped her black Jimmy Choos on the linolium floor. They were the perfect compliment to her skinny jeans, white quarter length sleeved button up, and yellow jacket which was zipped all the way up. She looked at the front of the class at the teacher who was supposed to be watching them. "How long do we hae to be in here?" she asked her.

The teacher ignored her as if she hadn't said a word out of her mouth, which annoyed Donella even more. She had to bite her tounge so that she wouldn't say anything back that would land her in another detention the next day. She scanned the classroom for someone she'd feel comfortable enough holding a conversation with.

[Jeremy Hunter]

Jeremy wasn't one to get dentention much, but his cockyness and sarcasam had gotten him a first-class ticket to the hall of detention. Great. His father'd love to hear about this one. He'd told one of the his teachers some pretty profound things. Bad boy.. Not quite. Well, anyway- here he was.

Jeremy had taken a detour around campus on his way to DH (detention hall), so no doubt he'd get in more trouble for being late. As he slid open the door to his assigned room, he looked around. Not many kids on a day like today. But he did spot one person- someone he'd seen before- probably at lunch, when he sat with some of his senior friends. Shrugging, he sat down next to her.

[Donella McArthur]

Donella watched as a boy walkeed in late for detention. He sat down in the seat next to her. He looked familiar to her but she couldn't place him. Suddenly she got it. He sat with the seniors just about every lunch but he was a junior. Now what was his name?

She turned to face him and bit her lip. "Your name's....Jeremy right?" she said after remembering his name finally.

[Jeremy Hunter]

He was trying to figure out the girl's name, but it never came to him. Jeremy was never really a name-rememberer. Mostly faces. He yawned, and leaned back on the seat.

As the girl spoke, he turned his gaze to her. "Jeremy Hunter." he said softly. "You're Donny, right?" he asked, still confused.

[Donella McArthur]

Donella raised an eyebrow. so he knew her name, not surpirsing. "Yeah. Donella McArthur, Donnie for short though." She stopped tapping her her Jimmy Choos and sat back in her seat.

"So....what are you in here for, if you don't mind me asking that is." She was seriouosly noisy so it was onlly a matter of time before she asked that wuestion. "I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours."