Summary: They go to the same school, but don't really know each other. An awkward meeting in detention can change that.

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Detention. Again. Nothing new, just the same damn thing. This time, for the second time this month, a food fight in the cafeteria. So, the blonde sat in the empty classroom, her eyes watching the clock and waiting for three thirty to come. It was two fifteen. Ugh.

"You don't understand!" a high voice said in the hallway. "This is a mistake!"

The class door opened and a girl with red hair backed into the room, a teacher in front of her. The blonde tuned her attention to them.

"Look, I was just told to put you here." the teacher said. "Now sit down and serve your detention."

"But-" the red head began, but the teacher had closed the door already. The girl pouted, like she was about to cry, and sat down.

The blonde studied the girl curiously. She was more like a Barbie-type girl, minus the bright red hair. She was really pretty, and seemed to stand at average height. "Hey."

The other girl jumped, finally noticing the blonde's presence. "Me?"

"No, the other red head behind you." the blue-eyed girl remarked with a roll of her eyes. "Yes, you. What's your name?"

"Caterina Valentine." the girl said. "But all my friends call me Cat."

"I'm Sam Puckett." the blonde said, sticking her hand out for Cat to shake. Cat hesitantly took it.

"Nice to meet you, Sam." she said.

"You don't look like detention material." Sam observed.

"I'm not." Cat tucked a stray red lock of hair behind her ear. "It's a mistake."

"How do you get into detention by accident?" Sam mused with a teasing smile, chuckling.

"It's a long story." Cat said. "My friend Jade got me involved with something."

Sam nodded. "I see."

"Hey, what grade are you in?" Cat asked suddenly. "I've never seen you around."

Sam kicked her feet up on the desk next to her. "Senior, you?"

"Junior." Cat answered.

"That explains it." Sam stated.

Cat nodded in agreement, an awkward silence settling between them. Sam took interest in something that was stuck to the bottom of her shoe. Cat watched her, awkwardly intrigued by this girl she knew absolutely nothing about. There was something about the atmosphere around Sam. Cat didn't understand it at all.

The alarming ring of the fire alarm shocked her out of her trance. She jumped up out of her seat, ready to bolt for the door. She noticed that Sam, on the other hand, seemed rather calm, a small smile on her face.

"It's about time." she said, putting her feet down.

"What's going on?" Cat cried over the wailing siren, but the sound drowned out her voice.

The door handle jiggled, like someone was picking the lock, and the door swung open. A brunette girl wearing a black beanie and in a tank top and jeans rushed in, screwdriver in hand.

"Carly!" Sam said, approaching her.

"Come on," Carly said with an urging wave of her hand.

"What's going on?!" Cat repeated, now nervous.

Sam grabbed her wrist. "Just get a move on."

Without anymore questions, Cat let Sam lead her out the class and down the hall. Something about her made it nearly impossible for Cat not to trust her.

"Where's Freddie?" Sam asked the brunette.

"He's the one who pulled the alarm." Carly explained. "He'll meet us."

"You broke her out of detention?" Cat asked.

"Who's the chick?" Carly asked as they rounded a corner, looking back at the red head.

"I'm Cat." Cat responded.

"She's a junior." Sam added. "Don't worry about it."

A boy with brown hair appeared at the other end of the hall. He kept pace with them, looking a bit frightened.

"Freddie?" Carly said to him.

"They know the alarm is fake." Freddie said. "We gotta go."

They ran down another hall and somehow made it out the door to the outside. Sam let go off Cat's wrist.

"This is where we split, kid." she said. She nodded her head to the side. "Best for you to go home."

"But what about tomorrow?" Cat said, her voice trembling.

"Don't worry about it." Sam replied with a lopsided, reassuring smile. She and her friends started running up the street. "Later, red!"

"It's Cat!" Cat said on instinct, but found herself wanting to smile.

"Red's better!"

Cat watched as they disappeared up the street and sighed. Deciding to follow Sam's advice, she headed home wondering if she'd see her again.

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