You Bring Out the Best In Me

Chapter 2: Detention

Lauren's POV

Since when are my shorts too short? They were never too short in my old school. And now I have after school detention because of it. Great.

Camila's POV

Apparently my stockings ripped in the back without me knowing. So, now I have detention for "showing too much skin". Whatever, I didn't have anything better to do.

Ally's POV

No hats allowed. What am I supposed to do without my hats? The neon isn't enough. This detention better end fast; I've got a manicure appointment at four.

Normani's POV

My heels were too high. According to the principal, they could be used as "weapons". He said something about my belt too, but I zoned out after he handed me the detention slip. Fashion is one of the main reasons people love me so much, and I will not let anyone take that away from me.

Dinah's POV

So I was late to class. Big deal. I just get lost easily in a new place. I thought they would cut me some slack because it was the first day. These performing art schools don't play around with their detentions.

I was the first to arrive in detention; how ironic. Apparently only four other people had detention today and they were all girls. I was staring down at my homework when a familiar pair of heels walked by me. I looked up to see the face of the snobby girl I had encountered before.

She sat down right next to me, crossed her arms over her chest and stared straight ahead. Okay...

"What are you in for?" I asked quietly.

She turned her head, looked me up and down and put one of her shoes on the desk. "Apparently these can be used as weapons." she rolled her eyes and placed her foot back on the ground.

"Well, they would definitely kill it in a fashion show." I told her. She shrugged but I could tell that she liked my comment.

"What about you?"

"I was late." I answered simply. She raised an eyebrow. "To all of my classes....."

She chuckled and shook her head just as two more girls walked in the room.

Ally's POV

I walked to the back of the room and took a seat in front of but beside another girl. She leaned forward a little and I could see her start to swing her feet, letting her heels scrape just slightly against the ground. "Stop," I demanded without turning around. The girl that walked in with me left a seat in between us and sat to my far right.

There was no reply but the noises ceased. "What's got you here?" the other girl that was already in the room asked.

"We're not allowed to where hats." I responded.

"But you're wearing yours."

"Yeah," I smiled to myself. She probably looked as confused as she sounded. She sighed and the room was silent for a while.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the girl with the heels staring at me. I shifted a little in my seat to show her that I could see her, but her gaze didn't break. My leg started to bounce under the table: It was a nervous habit. After a few more seconds, I finally spun around in my seat.

"What do you want?!" I snapped. She smirked and focused her attention on the chalkboard at the front of the classroom. I turned back around in my seat just as another girl walked into the classroom.