A Dream, A Destiny

Detention

Serena POV

Monday. Science class in Lumiose School.

I suck at arguments.

If I know I'm going to have one, I always think of smart, witty things to say, but they fly out of my head when I'm face to face with the person I'm arguing with. And after it's over, I always come up with the dopest retaliation's known to mankind.

Still, at least I was happy knowing I had given Ash a piece of my mind. When he got his head out of the clouds long enough to think hard about everything I said, he would realize that he was persona non grata with me and I really didn't want anything to do with him. I hope.

And until Trip tapped my free shoulder in the middle of yet another mind-blowingly boring Science class, I actually thought he'd gotten the point.

I hadn't heard from him all weekend, so I had assumed he had given up. And this time I didn't even have to ask Mr. Non talker who the note was for because my name was written neatly on the folded piece of paper.

Hey. I like your hair like that. Ash.

I could sense he was smirking behind my back without taking a peek at him.

I rolled my eyes. Only an act of divine providence stopped me from reaching up to pat my hair down. I washed it this morning and didn't have the time to blow-dry it, so it had decided to dry curly. And obviously Ash would notice.

I stood up, walked to the front of the class, balled the note up and threw it in the garbage.

Almost laughing at the shock on Ash's face. I sat back down in my seat comfortably with a real smile on my face, confident that he wouldn't have the nerve-.

Tap, tap- on my free shoulder. I turned back as Trip gave me another note, I took it off his hand and nimble it open.

Okay... so you're still mad at me, I see. Ash.

How observant of you.

I ripped the note up into tiny little shreds and made a nice little pile on my desk. Now all I need is a match and a bonfire then I can burn Ash too.

Unfortunately, some people are more persistent than others. See, if I had tried passing someone two notes within the space of three minutes and the said notes got the treatment I had given to Ash's, I'd give up. Period. So what the hell was his problem? Apart from being stupid, of course.

Obviously someone's not into saving the environment. We're learning about recycling- don't abuse paper. Ash.

I'm abusing paper? He's the one who's ripping it out of his notebook to write to someone who clearly isn't interested.

I guess you're hell-bent on not talking to me, huh? That hurts. Ash.

Deal with it. I was feeling proud of myself for staying true to myself and not being a sellout. He could apologize till his voice was hoarse, I wasn't gonna give an inch.

A squeak sounded as a chair was pushed back behind me, and before I could blink, grey jeans had passed by my desk and settled in the empty seat in front of me. I raised my eyes, even though my sense of smell was already telling me who had vacated his seat from the back of the class to sit in the spotlight.

Ash was wearing another shirt that belonged to Calem, which meant he was still staying over. May hadn't said a thing about that, but after the way I went in on her the day she did, I wasn't surprised.

Mr Rowan paused from his texting spree on a iPhone 7 stuck to his hand to glare at Ash. "Mr Ketchum, get back to your own seat!" He shouted across the classroom with spits coming out from his mouth.

"I just want to borrow a pencil," Ash explained cheerfully, his trademark 'winning' smile no doubt on his face.

I scowled down at my book, not taking in anything I was reading. Not from me you don't.

Ash waited till Mr Rowan had decided that there was nothing illegal about him changing seats and returned his focus to his phone, and then Ash twisted in his seat to look at me. His closeness was disconcerting, mainly because he looked so cute. His hair had been trimmed over the weekend and as much as it pained me to admit, he looked hot.

The first words that came out of his mouth were, "I'm sorry." He muttered, an apologetic darted all over his face.

Predictable. Is it too late now to say sorry?

I looked up from my book in front of me. "Shut up." I muttered to him glaring into his shining eyes.

My awesome rejoinder of the day. Take that, Ash!

He leaned in closer dangerously. "I really need you to just let me explain," he whispered. "Please?"

"No."

"I'm a jerk, okay? I admit it."

Shaking my short hair back, I smirked at him. "I knew that already."

He sighed. "And I deserve everything you're saying to me, but- can you just hear my side of the story before you decide to never talk to me again?" A puppy dog look. "I don't want you to never talk to me again. That would suck."

I glanced to my left and my right. Nobody was looking, which was good. I didn't feel like people watching me and Ash have a heart to heart in Science class. Giving him a disbelieving look, I said, "Is that supposed to make me feel bad?"

Ash shook his head, restlessly moving around on the chair. "No, I just- don't you ever do or say things you don't mean?" he asked.

I gave him a blank stare. "Not like that."

"Sere, don't be like this," he groaned quietly.

"I hate repeating myself, so I won't. I'm checking out now and don't say that name." With a mean-full glare.

And with that, I held my Science text book upright gripped into my hands, effectively hiding my cold face. Like that would stop Ash.

"You're gonna have to listen to me sometime-," he grumbled.

"Ash, the whole class is listening to you! Do you take that much pleasure in being a disruptive influence?"

I grinned happily behind my book. Mr Rowan had enough. Thank God for easily annoyed teachers.

"I was just-," Ash started out, trying to defend himself. However Mr Rowan wasn't having that.

"Detention..." he said sternly pointing directly at him. And then dropped the bomb. "For both of you."

In complete shock. Dropping the book on my table, I exclaimed, "What? But I didn't do anything!"

Mr Rowan rolled his eyes, massaging her temples and scratched his white hairy beard that covered all over his mouth but enough to speak out. "It's too early in the morning for your wide-eyed innocence act, Serena. I'll see you both in detention."

Ash turned and flashed me a wide smile that really put me this close to punching his lights out.

"See you in detention, Sere" he whispered gleefully, looking like Christmas had arrived two weeks early and he had proof that not only was Santa real, he'd given him a Lamborghini.