Detention is supposed to be a punishment, but for Louis and Harry, it's the start of something beautiful. Unfortunately, what starts off as a harmless love affair quickly takes a turn for the worse. Through all the stereotypes, judgments, family issues, and demons from the past, Louis and Harry struggle to stay strong. What happens in detention, stays in detention. [NOTE: I began writing this book in 2011 when I was 13 years old. There are many grammatical errors, cringe-worthy moments, and plot inconsistencies. Obviously, my writing has improved immensely since 2011, so please feel free to check out any of my more recent works instead. This book is not representative of my present-day writing abilities. I would prefer to delete this entirely (and its sequel), but there have been many readers who have expressed their love and appreciation for this book despite its flaws. Regardless, thank you all for your support with the Detention series over the past few years. I love and appreciate each and every one of you.]

What happens when two completely opposite lads from different social classes meet one day aboard the fatal British ocean liner?

I received a text from Julianna, several of them. "What do you want babe?" "Come down." "Where are you?" There wasn't a response back from her and I heard noises coming from downstairs. I got out of bed and into the hallway, where the lights unexpectedly started to go on and off. I heard the noise once more, so I tiptoed down the stairs. It was pitch black, until I saw a trail of blood heading towards the living room and so I followed it. I saw her, I saw her sitting on a chair tied up, crying, with duck tape across her mouth. She has small, but deep cuts on all over her body. I quickly walked towards her to untie the rope and slowly ripping off the tape. "LOUIS, BEHIND YOU," she shrieked. I quickly turned around and felt this sharp pain going through my stomach, knowing already that I was stabbed. The voices in the background were as if it was muffled and the last thing I saw was Julianna putting pressure on my wound, telling me that it'll be okay.