Chapter 16

I sat at the lunch table, alone. Christy had a meeting today and Riley was absent. Why didn't I make more friends? Oh that's right, you're antisocial and violent! I sighed as I slumped further into my seat.

Why hadn't I joined student council? Or at least something so I wouldn't have to sit here and look like a loner. I don't understand how people can do this daily.

I felt eyes on me as I finished off my pasta.  I couldn't help but look at Cyrus; he was also alone at his table. He looked like he didn't care though, he never cared. He just sat back and texted.

I smiled widely as this period ended, taking me away from my suffering lunch.

Cyrus's Point of View

I felt her eyes on me as she glanced up from her pasta. I was scrolling through our old messages. Don't call me creepy for keeping them; sometimes you just need something to smile about whether it's a funny video or texts from over a week ago. I was teasing her about how she had her hair that day, even though it was beautiful.

I needed to go shopping later, right after school, unfortunately. It was all a part of my plan, which was piecing together nicely, if I do say so myself.

Maverly's Point of View

I met up with Christy at our lockers and we slowly walked to our next class. I knew she was going to ask me questions because she was walking slowly. Christy was a speed walker and was never late for class. She slowly turned to me.

"So..." She stated, pressing her lips together slightly.

"So?" I repeated, raising an eyebrow.

"How are you?" She asked me.

"I'm great." I lied. Cyrus didn't care about me enough to continue trying. But why should I want him to try even though I told him to stop?

Oh I don't know, maybe it's because you want him to like you.

Maybe you should shut up, stupid voice. What did he even do wrong? I always asked myself this, but I realized that what he did hurt me so much because, as much as I hate to admit it, I've discovered my little crush on him. I'm just confused.

"Are we still on for the dance?" She asked and I smiled tightly.

"Sure, why wouldn't I miss watching you and Warner dance together while Riley and Leila make out in a corner? It'll be the time of my life, that's for sure." I retorted sarcastically. I was going to go, my mother was forcing me, date or not.

"We'll dance together, and I bet some guys will ask you to dance. Plus, Riley and Leila aren't going to be making out. There will be staff members, y'know?" She said, reassuringly.

"But it'd be better if I had someone to save a date for, y'know?" I said, frowning.

"You've never been one for romance!" She said, grinning widely. I scowled.

"I'm still not." I said, shoving her off of my shoulder.

"Oh, c'mon, I'm only teasing you. Who wazzed in your cereal?" She said. I never understood why Christy said 'wazz' instead of 'pee.'

"It's nothing." I shrugged.

"I think it's something." She said, poking my side. I jumped slightly. So what? I was slightly ticklish?

"Would you look at the time? 2 minutes until our lesson that's all the way down this hallway!" I exclaimed. The panic in Christy's eyes made it all worth it as she hightailed down the hallway, taking me with her.

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"Ms. Perkins, would you like to explain how I got my answer?" My Calculus teacher asked as I cut off my daydreaming.

"Uh... well," I said. She looked pleased as I stuttered for an answer. "I don't know."

"Mind telling me why you're day dreaming in my classroom?" She asked, leaning on her desk. I gritted my teeth.

"Is it because you can't comprehend the lesson? I know how hard it must be for you." She continued, smugly.

I hated how she assumed I was an idiot just because I didn't pay attention in her boring class. She's in for a shocker if she thinks I'm going to let it slide for about the 6th time this week.

"No, I understand it, it's just you're terrible at teaching it. I mean, look at half of the class- half of them are in their own worlds and the ones that are paying attention are only watching when you're looking at them. You talk like a robot; it's pretty boring." I spoke, earning a round of gasps from my classmates. Who would've thought that I would've snapped today?

The teacher looked appalled as she began scribbling a detention slip out. I wanted to burst out laughing.

"I'll make sure Mr. Ronan gets this himself, I can't trust you to give it to him." She said, pointing her nose up as she slammed the detention slip onto my desk.

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"You got a detention?" Christy inquired. I nodded as she stared at me, horrified.

"Why do you act as if it's nothing?" She asked me, her eyes widening slightly.

"Because it isn't." I said, shrugging. I had a reason!

"You're crazy," She said, shaking her head as she made her way to the parking lot. "See you later, crazy best friend."

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I knocked once, twice, thrice. Is anyone even here? I looked at the sign on the door.

                                                                                               Detention

                                                                                          2:45P.M- 4:00P.M

                                                                                             Mr. Ronan

I unlocked the door and saw an empty teacher's desk and Mr. Ronan walking out of the bathroom.

"Hi, uh, Sir. I have detention." I stated, stupidly. Of course I have detention. I'm not here to microwave my hot pockets.

"Of course, Ms. Perkins, have a seat." He said, motioning to the chairs behind me. I slowly walked to them and took a seat in the middle.

Mr. Ronan was a young teacher, about 26 or 27. He had long brown hair that reached his neck and dark brown eyes, he reminded me of that guy off of Victorious. The door swung open and in walked a black haired guy.

"Sup, Unc?" He said, sitting down on top of a desk. He hadn't noticed me.

"Sebastian, please, get off of the desk." He said, placing a hand to his forehead.

"You seem cranky, besides no one is here today. You should get home to Martha." He said, winking. No one's here today?

"Actually, there is someone here." Mr. Ronan said, sitting down. The black haired boy carelessly looked around until his eyes landed on me, his eyes flashing in recognition.

"Hey you're that girl that hangs out with Cyrus!" He said, pointing at me.

"No, I used to." I corrected. Now it's Miranda.

"Oh... that's right! You guys got into an argument! What was it about, by the way?" He said.  Saying I wanted to smack him in the face was an understatement. I had a feeling that he knew how much he was annoying me by the deep look of amusement on his face.

"Yes." I replied hastily, ignoring the latter question.

"Oh... attitude." He winked. The teacher groaned, annoyed.

"Sebastian, why don't you skip today? I will mark you as here." He asked, pleadingly.

"I can't leave your student alone. It isn't fair for me to deprive her of my presence." The boy pestered. Mr. Ronan gave up, sitting at his desk, sighing inaudibly.

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Halfway into my essay, a piece of paper hit me in the head. I glared at the paper tosser and he motioned for me to open the paper. I growled under my breath, unraveling the paper.

'Hola, pretty lady.' It read. I did a double take. Is he serious? I gave him a blank look that said something along the lines of; 'Are you stupid, I will slice your face right now, idiot. What do you do for a living? Watch Dora reruns all day until dinner time?'

He motioned for me to reply by making a scribbling motion with his pen.

I wrote down in big bold letters, drilling my pencil into the paper, 'Leave me alone.' I threw the paper onto his desk as he opened it, reading the words and raising his eyebrows.

He scribbled back a response and tossed me the paper ball.

'Feisty, I like it ;).' I sighed loudly, standing up and walking to the teacher.

"Your nephew is sending me notes." I snitched. I handed Mr. Ronan the note as he read it and glared at his nephew.

"I'll keep an eye on him." He said, glaring at Sebastian fiercely. I'm pretty sure they were only about 8 or 9 years apart.

"TATTLETALE!" Sebastian hissed as I sat down in my seat.

"Leave me alone." I replied, continuing my paper.

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About 45 minutes later, I finally finished my paper and was ready to get out of that prison cell that most people would call a classroom.

"I'm finished Mr. Ronan." I informed him as he glanced up from his paper work.

"Bring it up, Ms. Perkins." He said, motioning me to his desk. I grabbed my bag as Sebastian whispered.

"You may leave now." He said as his eyes hastily skimmed the paper. I nodded, walking out of the classroom happily.

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"Mom, I'm home!" I said, smiling happily.

"Hey..." My mom trailed. Trailing was never good.

"What's wrong?" I asked her, dropping my bag onto the couch before approaching her.

"You've received a letter." My mom said, handing me an envelope, my father's sloppy writing scrawled across the front along with his jail information. I laughed dryly tossing the letter into the trash can as I passed by it on my way to the fridge.

"C'mon, at least open it." My mom encouraged me, throwing her hands up in the air.

"Why? So I can be harassed even more? Give me one good reason." I retorted, opening a Trix yogurt.

"Because you might get that apology you've always hoped for." My mother replied, smiling lightly.

"Yeah, whatever; we all know that isn't going to happen." I stated, scoffing. My mother and I both know that my father can't reach the expectations I've set for him to be classified as a father. Right now, he's at enemy who I must destroy with lasers and bricks. Too bad he's in the big house.

My mother sighed, sitting at the table, a sure sign of disappointment. I snatched the letter from the trash bin, ripping it open and skimming the letter in her satisfaction.

Dear Maverly,

I miss you so much. Words cannot describe how sorry I am for what I did to you and your mother. A response is all I wish for from you, not to be forgiven, nothing of that sort; just a letter that you're alright and happy. How's your mom? I know I don't deserve a response after what I did to you and her, but just to see that you're acknowledging my far away presence would help me a lot. Thank you.

                                                                                                                                                -Frank

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I scoffed, a letter acknowledging his presence. How about I not write him and say I did? Sounds a lot better, right?

"What did he say?" My mother inquired. I tossed the letter in her direction, storming off to my room. I slammed my door, sighing against it as I scanned my room. My eyes fell on my slightly ajar closet that contained my dress.

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I lightly pulled my dress from the closet, examining it. The dark blue color wasn't exactly eye catching, but that's what I want. I don't want to be the center of attention. The strapless top part was tight but maintained a 'This is a clean school dance' look. The bottom half was loose and flowed lightly to my knees.

I looked at the half blazer that sat beside it; it screamed 'Professional' and my mother loved it. She fell in love with it the moment she saw it. I also bought sparkly black heels, chosen by Christy with the approval of me.

If by approval, you mean taking out my money, paying, and rushing out of that store faster than you can say 'Eep,' then yes I approved.

She also forced me to buy a matching blue purse to hold my makeup and beanie. YEAH I BOUGHT A BEANIE. I doubt I'll ever get tired of wearing it. I sighed loudly, if only someone was there to accompany me to this dance. I honestly see no point in going.

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Cyrus's Point of view

"You have to make sure she goes." I stated slowly, making sure she comprehended each of my words.

Christy nodded her head quickly, still not over the shock that I talked to her without punching her in the throat. I would only punch a man in the throat; a woman deserves to be punched in the boob. Kidding, kidding, I'd never hit a woman... with witnesses around. I'm joking. Maybe. Seriously, I'm kidding though. Focus, idiot. Don't tell me what to do.

"I-I will!" She assured, smiling widely at me. I nodded, walking off. Did she realize how creepy she looked with that smile? She looked like the Joker and Dr. Octopus combined. Hey, don't judge me. But what I'm doing: It was all falling into place, my plan. I had everything reserved and everyone that needed to be informed was informed. I just hope it works.

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Maverly's Point of View

"Someone call for a super-hot guy?" Sebastian said as I unlocked my locker. Sure, he was good looking. But he didn't have anything on Cyrus- I mean, Channing Tatum. Did I just compare Channing Tatum to Cyrus? No, I didn't. Don't judge me.

"No one wants to talk to you Sebastian, especially not me." I fussed.

"I'd say opposite. I have something you're interested in." He replied and I furrowed my eyebrows. He has abs? I'm kidding.

"What do you want?" I asked, crossing my arms. He thought for a minute, grinning and then looking back at me.

"I have a... proposition." He said, raising an eyebrow. A proposition? What can it be?

"Which is?" I questioned, closing my locker after exchanging my books.

"Go to the dance with me." He stated, examining my undecided expression. I took a deep breath before giving him my answer.