A/N: I am so sorry it took so long to update! Ugh, I really need to write more. In fact, I'm gonna write the next chapter and have it ready so I can post it next week. Or maybe even Sunday.

As for titles, I've gotten new entries and some of the old ones. And some have been eliminated. This is what we've got now:

"The Matchmakers' Enamoring Tale" (A mixture submitted by Doubt But Never Regret)
"The Complicated Enamoring of Stella Yamada" (A mixture submitted by KayDee-DesignerExtraordinare)
"The Matchmaker" (Sorceress of Magic 15)
"Undeniable" (Madelines)
"Downrush" (Madelines)
"Magnetic" (Madelines)

Wow that's been narrowed down. Which one do you think it should be? You can combine some if you like. I don't have a problem with it.

Disclaimer: These are so annoying. I don't get the point of them. If I have to write on FanFiction to get what I want to happen, happen, then I obviously don't own it!

"Honestly," Mrs. Reznick grumbled. "I leave you alone for half an hour and you create an even bigger mess." She ripped off the two detention slips and handed one to Stella and the one to Ray. "You both are going to come here tomorrow and clean this up. And I do mean clean. I'll see you two tomorrow. You can go now."

The room was a complete mess. Paper airplanes and paper balls littered the floor and boxes and various other items had been knocked over. The skeleton was missing an arm and a leg and the head was askew. The papers, books, pens, and pencils that were on Mrs. Reznick's desk were now scattered all over the ground, along with the garbage in the trash can. Desks were no longer in their rows, but in different places throughout the classroom. If you asked Stella how all of that happened, she wouldn't be able to tell you.

Stella was first out the door, her face still slightly red with anger. She only got to the elevator when the wait for it to come down allowed Ray to catch up with her. "You know what, Yamada?" He asked her rhetorically when he came up beside her. "I have half a mind-"

Stella turned to look at him. "Glad to know you've finally come to terms with."

He glared at her. "Never mind."

"Ra-ay!" A girlish voice called. Stella turned to see Patty coming out of some room, grinning like the idiot Stella knew she was. Ray groaned at the same time Stella did. But, unlike Stella, had to turn to talk to Patty.

Being the ultimate opportunist that she was, Stella ran into the elevator the minute it opened. She quickly hit the button to go up and then hit the button for the doors to close. The last thing she saw before the doors came together was Ray's shocked face. Stella chuckled darkly to herself. That was almost too easy. For once, she thought, I'm actually happy Patty showed up.

"So how'd the plan go?" Stella asked Olivia over the phone.

"A lot better than I expected, actually."

"Olivia White," Stella said, feigning shock. "Did you seriously doubt my plan?"

"Yes."

"Well, then." Time for part 2 of the plan, Stella thought. "Hey, Liv?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you have a crush on anyone?"

She knew Olivia's answer before she told her. "N-No."

"Don't lie to me, Liv."

"OK, fine. I do."

"On…?"

Olivia mumbled something that Stella wasn't able to hear. "What was that?" Stella asked slyly.

"Wen." She mumbled again, slightly louder. Stella could practically feel Olivia's blush over the phone.

"That's great! 'Cause I know for a fact he likes you."

"Look, Stella, no he doesn't." She sounded so sad. "Anyway, I gotta go. Talk to you later."

"OK. Bye."

"Bye."

Stella dropped her phone onto her bed when the dial tone sounded. She flopped down onto her bed after it and screamed into her pillow in frustration. Only she would try to set up the two shyest people in the world. She was having better luck with Mo and Charlie. She had convinced Wen and Olivia to leave the two of them at Dante's Pizzeria. And, according to Olivia, when they met up for band practice later on that day, the two of them seemed much closer.

At least one couple was cooperating.

You're not, that stupid inner voice told her.

Shut up! Nobody asked you!

You didn't have to.

Just… go away!

Fine. But I'll be back when you least expect it.

She hit herself over the head with the pillow repeatedly. She had to be crazy. There was no other explanation.

School was boring and a waste of time and energy. Stella had spent the whole day "listening" in class, plotting to set her band mates up, and dreading detention. It was bad enough to see Ray during school with a bunch of people around, but to be alone with him for an hour was going to be torture.

Stella had made it to the classroom before Mrs. Reznick and Ray. The sooner it started the sooner it could finish. She had ear buds with her and she planned to drown him out. It would make things more bearable. She had a bud in each ear and her forefinger hovered over the PLAY button. When the door opened and Ray walked in, she almost slammed her finger down on the button and the opening chords of one of Lemonade Mouth's song came pouring out, Olivia's voice covering the sound of his footsteps.

Ray didn't try to talk to her. He just found the seat farthest from her and sat there. Just to annoy him, she started tapping out the rhythm on her desk. He glanced in her direction, but said nothing. After almost twenty minutes, and Mrs. Reznick still hadn't showed, Stella stood up and walked around the room, not really searching for anything, but still looking. And she found something.

On the chalkboard was a note from Mrs. Reznick: DON'T FORGET TO TIDY UP. Stella sighed and turned off her music player. "Hey, Beech!" He looked up. She jerked her thumb at the note. "Reznick wants us to clean."

He sneered. "I don't clean."

"I know you don't." She deadpanned. "But, today, you're going to."

"And who's gonna make me? You?" He snorted. "Please."

Stella smirked. This was going to be fun. One didn't have to young, twin brothers and not learn a few things to get them to do what you want. She walked over to him and just stood next to his right shoulder and stared at him.

"Is that all you're gonna do?" He asked.

She gave him a sweet smile full of false intentions. She grabbed his ear and pulled, dragging him up with her. "Ow! Yamada, I happen to need that! Ouch! Would you let go already?"

She dragged him over to Mrs. Reznick's desk. She let his ear go and walked over to what used to be the first row of desks. "Straighten up over there. I'll get the desks."

Ray grumbled throughout the entire detention, but didn't stop cleaning. If he was being honest to himself, Stella terrified him. And, yet, if he would admit it, he still liked her despite that. But, let's face it. This is Ray Beech. He's not going to be honest with himself. Or admit anything.

Stella didn't really mind Ray, when he was quiet and not insulting her, her friends, or the band. So, safe to say, she rarely tolerated him. But, this time, she didn't care that she was stuck in detention with him. They spent the whole hour poking fun at Brenigan, his segway, and other teachers.

By the time Mrs. Reznick showed up, the classroom was cleaner than it was before Stella and Ray had made the giant mess. She dismissed them after a careful examination of the room. When it was up to her expectations, she let them go.

Surprising herself and Ray, Stella didn't try to run to the elevator and leave him behind. She didn't walk beside him, but she was only a few steps ahead. If he really wanted to, he could easily catch up to her. He wanted to, but he wasn't going to let Stella know that. He was going to keep his pace and pray that Patty had actually gone home today. Every time he got detention, she would find somewhere to wait for him. He never knew where. She changed it every time.

He put his hood up and slipped on a pair of sunglasses. Stella saw the movement in the corner of her eye and turned slightly to look at him. Raising an eyebrow, she asked a silent question. Patty, he mouthed. She rolled her eyes in response and turned back.

They both froze when a way too familiar voice called out, "Oh, Stella. Have you seen Ray?"

Stella narrowed her eyes at Patty. The girl was one of the most annoying beings she had ever had the displeasure to meet. Stella thought for a minute. She could sell Ray out and leave him to deal with Patty, or she could help him out. Sell…help…sell…help…sell.

Help.

Again? Really?

I warned you- er, me. Now help him!

OK. OK. No need to yell. Sheesh.

She smiled, it coming out a little forced. "I think he's still in detention. You might want to check there."

Patty turned on her heel and stalking down the hall. The second she was out of sight, Stella grabbed Ray's wrist and pulled him to the elevator. She pressed the button over and over and over until the resounding ding came. She got into it and looked at Ray expectantly. He got in after her.

The ride was silent and awkward. When they finally pulled to a stop, Stella thanked any and all gods that were listening. Before she got too far, Ray called out. "Yamada!"

She turned and looked at him, waiting. He shifted from foot to foot, smiled, and said the one thing she never thought she'd hear him say. "Thanks."

She gave him a small smile and walked out of the school, her thoughts in such a jumble that that little voice didn't make some comment that would really annoy her.

And for the second time that day, Stella Yamada thanked whatever god that would listen.

A/N: Well, I seem to be writing typing things a lot longer than I expect them to be. I was thinking I was gonna stop this chapter right after I broke 1,000 words, but the ideas kept coming and now I'm, according to Microsoft Word, at 1,575 words. I promise I'm going to try to get this updated much sooner than I have been. Any who, don't forget to vote. We should probably have a new title in the next few chapters. But, until then, vote!