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"Great. Let's go fuck shit up together."

Luke Hemmings, being badass? What a plot twist this is.

Quinn and Luke are about to walk out the door to do whatever they want to do when suddenly I stand. What's life without a little fun; why not go break some stuff that belongs to the all the teachers I hate at this fuckin' lame school.

"You comin'?" Quinn asks, stopping in the doorway.

"If it means blowing up some shit, than yes."

"You're in luck." she smiles, pulling a lighter out if her pocket and igniting it.

I grab my bag off the back of the chair and walk down the aisle, Marykate giving me death glances. I keep walking, until she grabs the back of my bag and drags me back to her.

"What the fuck are you doing?" she seethes. "Do you want all of us to get detention again?"

I grab her by the back of her t-shirt, pulling her out of her chair. She curses and smacks my arm, grimacing at me.

"Another Saturday detention, so what. It's not like you do anything on Saturdays anyway." I say, re-adjusting my bag on my shoulder.

"I do alot on Saturdays!"

"If you consider alot playing video games and flirting with the cute pizza guy," I mumble, earning another slap on the arm.

"For your information, he likes me, why else would he keep coming back to my house?" she rolls her eyes, pulling a headphone out of her ear.

"Maybe because it's his job to deliver the shit ton of pizza you order," I snicker, continuing to walk away towards the door.

"Fine, you win, I'll come with you guys. But it's your fault if I die," she follows me to where Quinn and Luke stand. The kid's red as a tomato; figures, Quinn knows how to work guys. She knows their exact weaknesses and strengths, that's what's so bad about her.

Marykate curses the whole time we stand there, trying to untangle her headphones. She always ends up getting them tangled no matter what she does. I laugh at her, and she gives me one of her genuine 'shut the fuck up' faces.

Marykate and I hate each other alot; that's why we're best friends. It all started in freshman year when she "accidently" tripped me in homeroom, and I may or may not have cursed her out, but the next day she came over my house to "talk out our differences", since my mum said it would help our problems. I honestly didn't believe that we could ever be friends, I hated every piece of her back then. But then she came over, and we ended up having a sleepover, and I realized that we were the same fuckin' person split in half. Who would of thought.

"Your friends coming?" Quinn asks Luke, who simply shrugs. He looks at his friends who whisper and stand up, joining the rest of us.

"Fantastic." Quinn rubs her hands together in a devillish manner, ready to destroy everything. How pleasant.

Quinn peaks her head out the door, looking for any signs of teachers. She nods her head, telling us the coast is clear, and opens the door all the way.

I'm about to leave when I notice the ice queen herself, Emily Sanders, not moving an inch.

"What, you're afraid of breaking a couple things?" I ask, planting a hand on my hip. She grimaced at me, tapping her nails against the top of the desk.

"No, I just really don't to get detention again," she replies, with a roll of her eyes. "I have things to do on Saturdays!"

"Like your boyfriend?" I mumble, just loud enough for Marykate and I to hear. Marykate snorts, covering her mouth with her hand.

Emily scowls and flips up her middle finger at me, which Marykate and I kindly return. We walk out the door, and Emily stays firmly planted in her seat, not planning on going anywhere.
The rest of the kids are ahead of us, Quinn leading the pack. She's really getting into this; let's face it, she loves to get into trouble. She's in detention, for God's sake.

The tapping of shoes behind me makes me snap my head around quickly. Emily's there; God, I swear this girl is bipolar. One minute she's saying how she doesn't want to get into trouble, the next she's out here with the rest us.

"Fine," she says, crossing her arms. "I'm coming with you guys." she walks over to Marykate and I, and we share a look.

We walk down the hall together, Marykate mouthing words to me every so often.

"She's such a snob," she mouths, and I nod. The only people who like Emily Sanders are..well, her boyfriend, because she gives him what he wants, and her friends. In all honesty, she has two friends, but everyone claims she's a popular girl since all the guys want her.

"Move your asses a little quicker, we don't have much time!" Quinn yells from the end of the hallway, and we all start moving quicker. All of us except Emily.

"I don't like her," Emily whispers to us, pointing at Quinn.

"I don't like you either, bitch!" Quinn screams, flipping her off. Luke laughs, a little harder than he should of. This kid's making it so damn obvious that he likes Quinn, in more than just a friendly-way.

I mean, there's people who hide their affection for people easily - you don't even know. And then there's the other people - who make it apparent as fuck that they're madly in love with said person. Like, Marykate, for example. She had - and has - a crush on the four of the boys who in currently in detention with us now. Luke, Michael, Ashton, Calum? Yeah, not just one. She has a crush on all four of them. She's always admired them from a distance, ever since I can remember. And she's not sneaky about it either, I swear to God she fucking stalks them to the point where she knows everything they're doing at all points of time. "Oh, Luke has science this period." "Michael is wearing a sweater today!" "I just saw Calum and Ashton walking down the hallway!" When she saw they were in detention with us, she practically squealed for twenty minutes until Mr. Henry basically told her to shut the fuck up. Glad he said it so I didn't have to.

Emily just snarls at her, as Marykate looks my way with wide eyes. "Damn, Quinn can hear really well."

"Hell right I can!" Quinn yelled back, proving her point once again.

"We're not gonna get fucking anywhere or do anything illegal if you guys keep yelling!" Michael yells at us, throwing his hands up in the air.

"Says the boy yelling at us right now," I roll my eyes, smiling.

"Shut up," he smiles, rolling his eyes back at me.

"Illegal?" Ashton gulps, looking around at the rest of us.

"Not illegal. Just fun," Quinn reassures us, that evil grin on her face that always seems to be there present.

"So where are we going anyway?" Luke asks, stuffing his hands in his jean pockets, rocking back
and forth on his heels.

Quinn looks around, that gleam reappearing in her eye. Probably thinking of what stunt she could pull; burning all the books in the library, or breaking all the teachers prized possesions? The thought scared me, of all the things Quinn could do.

"Cafeteria." she decided, after minutes of thinking. Everyone exchanged looks, wondering what in the name of bloody hell she had in mind.

"And what exactly are we going to do there? Have a buffett?" Michael scoffs, adjusting the sleeves of his leather jacket.

"No." Quinn tuts, pulling Luke by the arm to move him along. "But we are gonna have some fun."