Nathan's P.O.V

   First period. Alegebra 2. I hate it. Math is numbers, whose the dumbass mathematician who decided, oh let's add in letters and make everyone's life miserable! If I could I would've punched their head in.

   The teacher passes our tests back. 90%. And teachers say cheating never gets you anywhere. Clearly it got me an A-. I smirk as we go over our tests, staring at Lelah.

   She's so damn hot. She's in volleyball, and she's so caring to everyone. She's like amazing. Every time I'm near her I feel knots in my stomach and I could get lost in her blue eyes. It's cliche, but true. I would love to run my fingers through her beach-blonde hair. She turns around and looks at me, and I quickly avert my eyes, hoping she didn't notice. I may be "popular" but I definitely don't have 'smooth moves' when it comes to girls I like.

   I can feel the fat hoe that sits behind me staring into the back of my neck, and it's killing me. She's obsessed with me and seems to always find a way to talk to me. It makes me wanna throw up. Has she ever thought about joining a gym? Her little eyes make the back of my neck sweat. Could this be considered torture?

   The bell finally rings and I make a bolt for the door.

Chrystal's P.O.V

   I sit down next to Beth in art class. I love art class. There's no stress or people bullying me. No jocks or cheerleaders. One or two Volleyball girls, but not in my class.

   I retrieve my painting I'm working on from the drying rack, as does everyone else. Our specific assignment this time is abstract. I've been waiting for this assignment all year. I love abstract artwork. My painting is full of swirls and colors coming together (interpret that anyway you want). I don't think I've ever worked this hard on a project. Choosing my colors carefully yesterday, I do the same today. My bottom layer was different colors and shades of blue. I think hard about my middle layer. I'm going for a sort of 3D-ish affect, and I hope it works out as wonderfully as I think it will.

   I decide on purple, and head back to my seat. Mark has taken a seat next to me. I have to say, he's my best guy friend.

"Wow Chrystal, that looks really good so far." He says. I can tell he's struggling. He only has a few brush strokes on his paper.

"Thanks. Are you having trouble?" I ask.

"No, I just don't have any inspiration. How do you find inspiration for abstract art?" He asks clearly frustrated.

"Okay, listen to what I have to say, and really think about it. What is an emotion you're feeling right now?"

"Happy, I guess."

"Okay, think of the colors you would put with that emotion. Bright reds and yellows. Pinks and oranges. Maybe a bright blue. Take the colors you want from what you feel and paint the emotion on your canvas. I imagine happy as bubbly and fun, so I would make quick strokes from bottom to top. Maybe a few splatters, but that's just me. You want another idea?"

   He nods his head.

"What is one thing you love very much?"

   He pauses before responding. "The sky. When it's clear, but there's still white puffy clouds in it."

"Channel your feelings for the sky and put it into your art. You can still paint the sky but still make it abstract. If you love the sky, put all your thought into how you feel this love, and put it onto your canvas."

"Wow. I would've never thought of all of that. Thanks Chrystal." He says, getting up to get paint.

   I then proceed to start on my project. Mixing blacks and whites with purple, making as many different shades as I can, applying them to make the 3D effect I'm looking for. It's working. I sigh in relief once I finish that layer and it looks great. I lay it on the drying rack and put all the paints away just as the bell rings.

Nathan's P.O.V

   Great, now I have second period. A class with a bunch of nerds. Literally, all of them are. I didn't get any of my friends in this class. Whoever set up these classes must have said, oh let's make Nathan's life a living hell.

   I sit down in my seat in the back. The class room is set up with tables and each table holds two people. How convenient is it that fucking Chrystal is my partner. She sits down beside me and I scoot far away.

   The teacher tells us to get out our homework.

Shit.

  I didn't do it. I was too busy at Cody's house playing Call Of Duty. By the time I got home it was 10 and I just couldn't find the strength to do it. 

I whisper to Chrystal "Did you do your homework?"

She replies back. "Um yeah, why?"

"I kinda didn't. Can I copy off of you?"

"Why should I let you?"

"Because I could easily beat you to a pulp after school if you don't." I say, starting to get annoyed.

   She keeps a straight face and slides her homework over to me.

   I manage to copy it all down before the teacher gets to us. He looks at our papers and his expression turns frustrated.

"Why do you two have exactly the same answers?'"

   Before Chrystal has time to say anything I hope in, playing my innocent act "I think she copied off me, she didn't have it done when she first sat down."

Then Chrystal jumps in "He's lying, HE copied off ME!"

I remain calm "Come on, I'm telling the truth Mr. Stills."

He thinks for a minute. "Stay behind after class Ms. Lang."

Chrystal glares daggers at me before replying, "Yes sir."

   I give her a big grin as he walks away. Class goes on as usual for the rest of class and the bell rings. Chrystal stays seated and right before I leave I say, "Thanks a lot dumbass." then head out smirking.

Chrystal's P.O.V

   Oh great, Science time. I really don't want to confront Nathan after what happened this morning. What if he's still mad?

   I sit down. Mr.Stills, the teacher, tells us to get our homework out, and as I get mine out, I see Nathan's muscles tighten.

"Did you do your homework?" He whispers to me.

"Um yeah why?" I answer annoyed.

"I kinda didn't can I copy off you?" He asks innocently. Who does he think I am?

"Why should I let you?" 

"Because I could easily beat you to a pulp after school if you don't."

   I internally groan and slide my homework over to him.

   The teachers gets to our desk right as Nathan shoves my notebook back to me. I try to act casual as he looks at our papers. His expressions turns frustrated.

"Why do you two have exactly the same answers?" he says.

   I start to open my mouth to say something that will allow both of us to get off the hook when Nathan starts lying.

"I think she copied off me, she didn't have it done when she first sat down."

   That little twerp.

I won't stand for this, "He's lying, HE copied ME!"

"Come on, I'm telling the truth Mr. Stills." he says.

   He thinks for a minute then responds, "Stay behind after class Ms. Lang" Well that's just great.

   I glare at Nathan before replying, "Yes sir."

   Nathan gives me the biggest smile after Mr. Stills turns his back and I just want slap him.

   The bell rings and I put my stuff away, but stay seated. Right before Nathan leaves he says to me under all the noise of people moving "Thanks dumbass" I feel my face go red when I realize how stupid I really was.

   Once everyone is out of the room Mr.Stills comes over to my desk.

"You know my rule about cheating Ms. Lang."

"Yes sir."

"So you understand why I'm about to do this."

   I nod, holding back tears. I hear him scribble on a piece of paper and hand it to me. It's a detention slip for today after school. I was supposed to watch my little sister after school today!

"Now get to class Ms. Lang" He says as the bell rings and more students start pouring into the class room.

   I grab my backpack and leave, clutching the detention in my fingers. Why can't I just stay out of everything. I try my best to go unnoticed, but still end up getting in trouble for things I didn't do. Last week it was spray painting lockers. The week before that was toilet paper all over the girls bathroom. I didn't do either of those things. Now I have my first detention.

   My mom's going to be pissed when I tell her I can't watch Lilly after school. Even more pissed when I tell her it's because I got a detention. She's going to kill me.