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[indent]Whereas other people were nothing but sad and disappointed over having landed themselves in detention, Soleil Jameson was just [i]annoyed[/i]. The reason she was currently walking in the opposite direction of her beloved softball field was stupid at best. If she was honest with herself, it was kind of Marco’s fault that Shady had gotten sent to the cage. If he hadn’t gotten that acceptance to that science program, Miss Marlena wouldn’t have thrown that party. And if Miss Marlena hadn’t thrown that party, she wouldn’t have gotten drunk. And if she wouldn’t have gotten drunk, she wouldn’t have interrupted Mrs. Henderson mid-lecture to run to the bathroom to puke her stomach’s contents out. And if she wouldn’t have interrupted the lecture, Mrs. Henderson would have never sent her to detention. So yeah, there went an hour of the first practice of the season, all because she’d gotten drunk the night before at a party celebrating her best friend’s accomplishments. Thanks a lot, Big Mac.

However, when she walked through the classroom door and her eyes fell on the blond Mexican-Russian who was the culprit behind her being there, all annoyance was replaced by excitement. A whole hour of talking shit with her best friend was honestly the best ‘punishment’ she could ever receive. 

[color=firebrick]“YEAH BOIIIIIIIIII!”[/color] Sol shouted in that raspy voice of hers, making a beeline straight for the empty seat next to Big Mac. But before she could make it halfway there...

[b]“[i]Freeze![/i]”[/b] Mr. Alvarez cried out from his seat in front of the desk. Soleil did what she was told, looking back at him with a bewildered expression. [b]“You seriously think we’d let the two of you sit together in [i]detention[/i], of all places?”[/b]

The young woman grinned. For years now, every time either one of her parents had come by the school to pick up her grades or for parent-teacher conferences, all her teachers complained about the amount of times Marco and Sol had to be chastised for talking during class. In some classrooms they were even forbidden to sit anywhere near each other. But what could they do? A bond like theirs wasn’t broken so easily.

[color=firebrick]“Awww, c’mon, Mr. A! Didn’t you have that [i]one[/i] buddy at school that you couldn’t live without? That’s my boy Mac for me.”[/color] Sol asked the older man, shooting Marco a salute before turning to face the teacher again.

Alvarado didn’t seem the least bit moved by the girl’s attempt to convince him. [b]“That’s neither here nor there, Miss Jameson. This isn’t Friendship Club. For this hour, the two of you will remain [i]apart[/i] to reflect on your mistakes. Your seat is next to Miss Hart, and I suggest you occupy it before this first detention visit turns into another one.”[/b]

Now even more annoyed than she was on her way down here, Sol trudged to her seat next to the wannabe Hannah Montana, threw her bag on the floor and noisily took her seat. [color=firebrick]“This is some bullshit…”[/color] Shady muttered under her breath, , leaning back in her chair with her arms crossed against her chest and a murderous look in her eyes that was enough warning for people to not mess with her right now.[/indent]