We Meet in Detention
You know we all have that one life-changing moment? That one event, decision, confession, action that changes everything, including yourself as you realize just what kind of a person you really are from the inside. Well, I can sure say I have truly experienced that.
Ever since my parents moved to LA, life had taken a whole sixty-degree flip for me. I lived a happy, joyful like in New York with all my friends but now that I was here in this desert-like place. I couldn't help but feel frustrated at everything. I complained to my parents every time, but they chose to ignore me like always. I guess that me being the youngest in the family might be the reason behind it. My family only consisted of four people-my parents, me, and my older sister, Zoey.
Zoey and I never were on friendly terms due to the huge difference between our beliefs and personalities. If you asked me, my sister was a total bitch that I would happily murder if I was allowed to. I hated her even more when she actually tried to talk my parents into moving to LA. Why on earth would she do that? First, it would annoy the fuck out of me, and second, she wanted to become a Hollywood actress. Psh, like that would ever happen.
I made sure not to snicker out loud at that thought as I turned the hallway of my new school and walked towards where my locker was.
A month. It had been at least a month since I started school here, and let's just say that even though I had been successful at making friends, everything still managed to feel dull without my old ones, the ones I grew up with and shared many memories with. Sigh, nothing could be done now.
I bent down and turned the combination. My locker opened up and I unzipped my bag to throw all my books in the locker just so that I could fill my bag up with junk food I had stored in my locker. Hey, you never know where you may end up. Knowing me, you'd rather expect me to end up lost in a forest than in my class. What would I do then? Eat books?
The hallway was deserted since class had long started, that was why I jumped when I heard a voice behind me. I turned around to have my eyes come in contact with the school's Security Officer. She placed her hands on her hips as she looked at me.
"Ms. Evans, care to explain to me why you're here piling your bag with food when you should be in class?" She questioned in her authoritative tone.
"Ms. Cuppet, care to explain why you're here interrupting my business when you should be keeping the school safe?" I mimicked her tone. She shook her head at my usual behavior and motioned me to follow her.
"Come on, to my office, right now." She commanded, not giving me another chance to protest. With a sigh and slouched shoulders, I followed her up until we reached the fourth floor where her office was.
"Take a seat, I'll be right back after calling your mom." She said before disappearing behind the door. Great, another reason for my mom to yell at me. Seriously, this officer needed to calm the fuck down.
Sighing, I dropped my bag on the floor and plopped down on one of the seats. The office was huge but was dimly lit. It was hard to read the posters on the wall. Why would she keep so dark in here?
"You must be the new girl," I heard a source of voice coming from beside me. I turned my head towards the left to find the most gorgeous steel gray eyes come in contact with mine. The boy had shaggy, dark blonde hair that shined in their glory and the most perfect facial features. Something about him seemed very familiar...but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. He was lazily leaning back on the chair.
"Enjoy what you see?" he cocked a smirk at me. Cocky, huh?
"Haha," I said with sarcasm, "No. It's just that you seem familiar."
He sat up straighter so the light from the lamp across the room directly hit his face. Seeing it in a much more clear light, I nearly jumped up from my seat. It was none other than Dylan Sprouse, the guy who played Zack Martin on the Suite Life show. I had known that he attended this school for a social experiment along with his twin brother, Cole, but I had never really seen either of the twins in person up until now.
"Hey, you're Dylan Sprouse!" I found myself saying.
"Really?" He asked with a fake shock in his tone. "I didn't know. Thanks for reminding me!"
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Don't do that shit with me mister." I warned him.
"I like it." He grinned. Like what? I was confused.
"Like what?" I asked him. He leaned forward and clasped his hands together, his elbows resting on his knees.
"I like that you're not going crazy like all those other girls just because I happen to be a celebrity." He replied, looking at me giving me the most gorgeous smile ever. Ugh, why did I just say that? I mean, sure the guy is hot but that doesn't mean that I get to compliment every single little detail of his in my mind.
"Psh!" I exclaimed with a wave of my hand. "I'm not like those girls. They practically worship you and I can't find a logical reason behind it."
He grinned again. "You can't really blame them, sweetheart." There goes his ego again. "How come you're different?"
I placed one of my legs over the other and looked at him, his eyes were filled with curiosity. "Do you breathe oxygen?"
He blinked, obviously confused of my random question. "Err..yes. Duh."
"Do you eat food for survival?"
"Yes. But why-"
"Good!" I smiled, flashing my dimples. "I breathe and eat food too! See? We're not that different. You're a human and I'm a human. There's no reason for me to go all crazy over you just because of your career."
He looked at me with for what seemed like ten seconds, just sitting there blinking. For some odd reason, having his eyes glued to my face made my cheeks burn and I was thankful for the dark room because I didn't want him to see me blush for no reason.
"Stop staring at me." I told him.
"You know," He began talking again. "You're very, very different..."
He waited for me to tell him my name. "Aria." I told him.
He flashed that smile of his again. "Aria."
Damn, the way he said my name with that velvety voice of his-stop it, Aria!
We both took a deep breath and, at the same time, lazily leaned back in our chairs. We sat there for a couple of minutes. The silence was actually comforting, rather than awkward. He finally decided to break the silence as he craned his neck just enough to glimpse over at me.
"So, you're new here. Where are you from?" He asked me.
"New York." I answered. I felt a shot of pang in my heart at the memory of my home and friends back in NY.
"Oh, I've been there a couple of times. It's really fun over there." He said, looking over at the ceiling in thought.
"Well, no shit, Sherlock." I commented. "It's New York. Of course it's fun over there."
He grinned and shook his head at my comment.
"Isn't it hard?" I then found myself asking.
"What is?" he raised an eyebrow at me.
"Going to a public school when you're famous? Plus, don't you have to work as well?"
He took a deep breath before answering. "It was my dad's decision to send us to public school. He wanted us to experience a normal life, you know? I was happy with his decision. I still am, but it's just that fans and paparazzi and constant sneaky photos and people, mostly girls, going crazy all the time can be annoying. Not really normal after all, huh?"
I studied his face for a while.
"I can't even imagine." Was all that I could say.
Silence seeped through us again as we both lost ourselves in thoughts. I was still thinking about how hard his life must be. God...
"Hold up, why are you here though?" I then asked, realizing that only people who got in trouble came to the office.
"Ugh, don't ask. My science teacher gave me a bad grade and for a little revenge, I set a stink bomb in his classroom this morning. Someone snitched on me or else I wouldn't be here." He informed. I busted out laughing.
"What?" he asked.
"Using stink bombs is so old school." I told him, my laughter coming to an end.
"I know that, dumbass. But that's the only thing I had at the time." he said, and then looked at me. "Why are YOU here?"
"I'm here more than I am in my classes. She found me skipping." I sighed, tired of all these school authorities.
"Yeah, I heard you were the trouble type." He nodded at me.
"I'm not the trouble type." I said, rolling my eyes. " I just have the tendency of being at the wrong place at the wrong time. "
"Psh, yeah right." He snickered.
I opened my mouth to say something but got interrupted as Officer Cuppet popped her head into the office.
"Dylan, your dad is waiting for you in the main office. You're going to have a nice little chat with him and the principal." She smiled an evil smile. Dylan groaned and stood up, walking towards the door. He turned the knob and before stepping out, turned to me.
"I hope to see you again, Miss New York." he winked at me, before closing the door behind him. I sat there in awe.
The conversation I just had with him replayed itself in my head. It was oddly comfortable talking to him, despite the fact that he was a famous figure, plus I couldn't believe that he would want to meet with me again. I mean, I had nothing against it but still...
"Aria," Ms. Cuppet snapped me out of my thoughts. "Let's go. You're going to detention as if right now up until after school ends."
I groaned, getting up and grabbing my bag. Great. Just fucking great.