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[Sahari D'Aveed]

Sahari sat at the back of the class his feet up on the desk and an unlit cig between his teeth. Today this classroom was being used for detention and though he didn’t usually care who else was sent to detention he was curious for once as to his fellow cell mates. His pale eyes circled the classroom that was empty except for another girl who was brashly having a conversation out the window with someone, fucking moron. Sahari groaned, he wasn’t going to get any peace and there was no way he was going to light up until after the detention teacher had left them to their detention.

Another yawn tugged at the corner of his lips but he stifled it lest he lose his last cig for the day. He sighed through his nose and reached out to ruffle his auburn locks, most people seemed to think the rather large streak of white in his hair was dye but it really wasn’t, sure he did dye it to cover it but it was actually premature gray. This damn school was driving him crazy. He ran his fingers over the choker that was wrapped snugly around his pale neck hiding the hickeys from a previous love affair, it hadn’t lasted all together to long and it hadn’t been with anyone in this school. His secret was safe still.

Finally his eyes glanced up as he noticed his detention buddies walking in once more. Swiftly he tugged the cig from his lips and slipped it under his hair behind his ear a small smile tugging at his lips as he caught eyes with the warden. The man stared at him with malice in his eyes and Sahi tipped an imaginary hat towards him. After all Sahari was here for embarrassing him in front of the entire class, the details of that little stunt he’d leave to the local gossip queen. For now he was content to soak in the rancid air of the detention hall.

His eyes scanned the crowd for mere moments of time, curious as to who all had been brought in. He saw a few familiar faces but Sahi wasn’t one to really notice or care for anyone outside his own little world. He’d not made an attempt to make a friend since coming here, but had been immediately been lumped in with the stuck up rich kids because he was rich and could play the part better than any actor he knew, he was also a foreigner and was lumped in with the sexy boys with delicious accents, not to mention he was a trouble maker and always labeled as such by his teachers.

He hated this place, but he had to admit it was better than Israel. Much more freedom, and the women...or should he say men were just…muah…perfect. Sahi finally sighed and smoothed his fingers through his hair for the last time before the warden slowly got up and walked to the door, with a barked order of not a sound he quickly exited and the room almost immediately burst in to a cacophony of gossip and the all time favorite ‘What’re you in for?’ Sahari quickly flicked his lighter out and placed the cig between his lips, he clicked it once, twice, three times and not a single flame sparked. Damn it all to hell, it was why he swore by matches but unlucky for him he’d used the last.

He was cursed to be miserable in this hell hole for an entire hour without nicotine.

Just fucking great.

[Stephen Steiben]

Stephen's eyes scanned the hall as he walked down it, seeming to go possibly as slow as possible. Detention... again. Go figure right? Nothing out of the ordinary for dear Stephen. Maybe the kid should stop trying to grab girl's asses whenever he passes them... well, and getting caught. Hell as far as he was concerned the girls liked it... whether or not they wanted to admit it... What girl didn't want their ass grabbed... by him! Hell he knew he was sexy... and assumed he was irresistable. Whether he was or not, he wouldn't ever stop his flirty and sexual ways. Not anytime soon at least. He was to busy having fun and tryuing to bang every hot chick at the school. He already got a few of them, no names needed, and of course he enjoyed it. In his opinion, when he could get his tutor to bang him... he was happy. And dear old Krystal did follow through with that... which only boosted his confidence and self-esteem even more. Yeah Stephen was a major whore... but he really didn't give a damn. He was satisfied when he had random hot girl's asking for sex... or even a little make-out session. Who wouldn't be though?

As Stephen continued, his eyes lingered the girls in the hallway, flashing some winks and flicking his lip ring across those thick lips; it always seemed to drive the girls wild. Stephen moved his hands down and attempted to pull his pants up some so they wouldn't fall off, but at the attempt his pants fell once again, resting against his mid-thighs. Ah... what a pathetic attempt. Stephen was a true gangster... Well, besides the emo lip ring, but it suited him well... and drove the girls completely crazy when he went down them... if you catch the drift. God he needed sex right now. Well he could skip detention... but that would only lead to two detentions next week and a parent call. That's all he needed was his mom to be up his ass about something else! Stephen didn't get along with his mom anyways. He damn sure didn't want her yelling and yapping her trap because he wasn't "perfect" like the precious Liam. Stephen scowled slightly at the thought, rolling his eyes. Jealous? Ohhhh yeah. He would never admit it though. Stephen acted as if he was to good to be jealous. But in his mind, Liam got everything. He was the good kid, everyone loved him, he was smart, the teachers loved him, and he got along with nearly everyone. And boy did that get under Stephen's skin! He wanted what was best for Liam... but it pissed him off that everything was Liam this and Liam that. Never once did you hear anything good about Stephen.

Stephen gave a slight whine as he heard the bell go off. Great... now he was late to detention. DAMNIT. Oh well... he would deal with it. Steph continued on his little voyage down the hall, a huge grin playing on his lips as a girl handed him her number. Ha! SCORE. Well that just made everything better. He moved to the detention door and pushed it open with a yawn, he's moving to the teacher. 'Late again Mr. Steiben?' Stephen seemed to completely ignore him as he moved to the back of the room, scanning over a few girls as he plopped down in the free desk in the back, propping his elbows on the table as he leaned forward, chin resting in his hand. This would be a loooong detention. He could already tell. The room was just dead today, so it seemed. Detention... fun stuff... not.