Lemonade Mouth

Detention Connection

By Lavender

Don't know where this idea came from, but here you go, another Rayella one-shot by yours truly!

Hope you all enjoy!

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Stella Yamada may be a rockstar revolutionary with both the respect of her parents and her peers, but apparently Brenigan still thought she was trouble and figured that detention was still the only way to straighten her out.

How he came up with that solution, she wasn't entirely sure, especially considering detention is what set off Mesa High in the first place.

But then again, she did disrupt assembly even if Brenigan was being totally biased in thinking that all students (including those without varsity jackets and cheerleading uniforms) should be self-empowered, and stand up for what they believed in (how could they do that when they're underneath the social ladder?). He was also being completely hypocritical by giving her detention on that first day.

At least she deserved it this time.

"You two, you two have caused enough trouble this past week and I was willing to overlook it the first three times, but this, this was completely, completely disruptive," he stated pointing accusingly at herself and her supposed partner in crime.

"So what, are you slapping me with the pink slip again or what?"

"Now, now, I'm getting there Mr. Beech."

In the seat beside his, Stella rolled her eyes. "Can we skip the dramatics and just get to the punishment?"

"Why are you in a rush? You're just going to end up in Saturday detention as usual," Ray Beech sneered getting the guitarist to glare.

"And why are you acting like you could actually get in trouble this time around? I mean, all this guy will give you (dramatic hand gesture towards Brenigan) is another warning. What are you blabbing on about a pink slip for?"

True, the detention slip was very much the color pink, but what Stella didn't get was why Ray knew that. He and his fellow meatheads, along with their cheerleaders, were exempt from detention. All they got was slaps on the wrists and a firm "Don't do it again" which pretty much translated into: "Don't get caught again".

"Contrary to your belief Yamada, I do get punishment."

"Oh like what? Win us another regional trophy or you'll be getting a whole year of disappointed looks by Principal Gum-Under-The-Bleachers," Stella once again gestured at Brenigan who opened his mouth to reply only to have Ray cut him off, "You're just jealous that I have enough talent to actually bring back a trophy."

"Talent? Hah!"

"You should be talking," Ray claimed with a scowl, "you're just a talentless circus freak."

"Hah!" Stella scoffed again, "I played at Madison. Where'd you play? Some abandoned warehouse?"

The blond was about to reply again when Brenigan cut him off. "That's enough you two."

"She started it."

"You started it."

"You're such a -"

"Well you're a -"

"Enough! I've had it with you two," Brenigan claimed as he stood from behind his desk and glared down at the seated teenagers before him. "This fighting will cease immediately."

"Why, is Ray moving to the Arctic?"

"Is Yamada being deported?"

"Enough," he stated, still glaring fiercely at them.

The glare was enough for people like Mo, to get them to silence and take his authority simply, but the two teenagers sitting across the desk from him were completely different. Before them, he ran the school of Mesa with an iron fist (at least that's what he assumed). There was peace, there was quiet and there was order.

Now the problem student from Long Island had the student body in an uproar.

His star sports player was causing more trouble than usual.

And now he had a whole cafeteria with food running off the walls.

Brenigan smoothed down his hair again out of agitation. The two of them together were like dynamites, atomic bombs going off in New York, a Hurricane Katrina running on a rampage through Vegas. It was too much. No amount of normal detention would suit. They'd just be at it again as soon as they cross each other's paths.

He breathed in deeply and then eyed the two teenagers before him again.

Instead of the fear induced silences he'd receive from most students stuck in his office, the two teenagers were glaring at each other with all the hatred of Tom and Jerry.

No plan would be foolproof enough to keep Ray Beech and Stella Yamada at bay. And as much as he wanted to send both of them off to military school, he knew that kind of thing was for students who purposely fought with teachers, not with each other.

Shaking his head, he laid both his hands atop his desk and leaned towards them.

Their glares on each other snapped and they looked towards Brenigan with indifference.

"I've had enough of the two of you, but I can't find the time to fill up deportation papers so you two will clean up the mess you made in the cafeteria and report back to my office for the rest of your punishment."

"Cleaning is a cruel and unusual punishment," Stella deadpanned.

"And so is dealing with the two of you in one room," Brenigan claimed, his agitation edging off his voice. "You, you two need to learn to get into an agreement that won't leave my school in ashes every day."

"Me, get along with that?" Ray asked, looking disgusted. Stella in turn smiled at him and stated, "Yeah, that's the look on my face every time I see you."

Both teenagers opened their mouths again, and Brenigan, not wanting to hear it again, quickly interjected, "To the cafeteria. Now."

They exited his office, swearing and glaring at each other the entire way there. It was almost comical how much they argued over the most mundane things, and how high a volume they were willing to make it.

"This is your entire fault Stella," Ray claimed, running the mop covered in cream along the tiled floors about an hour into their cleaning session.

"Funny, I wasn't the one who threw that pie," she retorted as she wiped one of the cafeteria tables off with a rag, already covered in cheese. "Well I didn't do it."

"Of course you didn't," she grumbled in response.

Whenever the two were concerned, it was neither their fault, but it always happened anyway.

There was a silence as they continued their tasks of clean up. In the middle of wiping an incredibly difficult stain on the table, Stella grumbled again, "Of all the days to have a food fight, you pick Friday."

"Trust me, it's not like I want to spend my Friday with you," Ray grunted. "Oh yeah, and who would you prefer? Patty or Jules? Or maybe some random bystanders that you'll make clean everything up for you?" Stella inquired sarcastically. "Anyone," he said, "that isn't you."

"Oh really?" Stella asked, straightening in her work and carelessly brushing aside a wayward strand of hair. "So if your cheerleaders were here, they'd willingly help clean this up for you? Can you seriously imagine Patty washing those dishes? Coz all I can imagine is her complaining about how it'll ruin her manicure and that warm water is bad for her skin."

"What, like your Lemon Heads are any better?"

She arched a brow at him and Ray elaborated, "Mohini will probably be on your ass about cleaning everything up properly, most likely grumbling shit that she won't get into anymore trouble because of you." Stella crossed her arms and continued to look at him as he came to mop in few feet in front of her.

"And that Olivia or whatever her name is will probably be singing like she's in some high school musical," he ran the mop harder across the tiles as the cream was starting to wear it down. "That Delgado kid," Ray began, "would probably end up sitting on one of the clean benches and start hitting it. As if that would make anything better," he rolled his eyes at that. "And Scott, he'd probably bail on you the second he saw how much work this all is."

"Uh huh, it seems like you've got a beef with all my friends," Stella claimed kneeling on the bench and wiping a few splashes of soda off of it.

"You hate Mo because she took Scott away, you hate Olivia because she's the rival front-man, you hate Charlie because he's hogging all the freshmen girls and you hate Scott because he left you," she said and she looked up to find him standing in front of her. "But you forgot Wen. Or is he off the hook?"

"No, he's as much of a loser as the rest of you."

"Oh really?"

"What does it matter? I hate you all equally," Ray claimed, folding his arms and letting the mop fall on the floor. Stella's cloth lay forgotten on the bench as she stood in front of Ray. "Right, but I never hear you picking fights with him. I mean, you'll bully Mo, Olivia and Charlie, and hell, you've even given Scott the cold shoulder before he rejoined your band. I get your hate every day, almost every hour. But nothing on Wen."

A sneaky smile graced Stella's features. "Is there something going on between the two of you, or do you just hate Wen less than you hate me?"

"Are you really questioning my sexuality?" He asked in disbelief. Of all the things Stella accused him off; taking favour with another guy was not what he could think possible. "Do you know how many girls I've been with?"

She shrugged. "I don't know; it could just be an act."

"What the fuck are you smoking?"

"I don't know, it's just a thought," Stella claimed in a singsong voice. "I mean, the hair definitely has product," she stepped towards him and touched the golden spikes. "the clothes, definitely has more style than a normal guy," she took an unabridged look over Ray's clothing, consisting of his leather jacket, white shirt, dark jeans and his high tops. "And then there's the pretty boy looks, I mean come on, how much more boy-band can you get?"

"Girls happen to like the way I look," Ray stated, rolling his eyes and then gesturing at his face, he said, "and this is all natural. Don't hate on the gene pool."

Stella looked over him again, up close with no shouting or insult flinging involved, he was pretty good looking.

"You're too pretty to be straight."

"What kind of compliment is that?" If Ray really was expecting a compliment, that was not one of them. "It's not, it's just an observation," Stella stated with a shrug. "Oh yeah, and what exactly would I have to do to prove that I'm as straight as a rod." She smirked. "I don't know, surprise me."

The next thing was indeed quite a surprise.

Ray Beech knew no other way to prove his preference so of course the only way was to show it in action. Of course at the moment, Stella Yamada had no way of commenting on it for a while as her lips were currently more pleasurably diverted as it was gently pressed against Ray's.

Now Mesa High's favourite Big Bad Bully had a vast experience with girls; from a casual kiss to an all out snog in a closest.

It was fun. He admitted that kissing them was fun.

Proving his point to Stella, however, was absolutely exhilarating.

There was this heated tension that hung on them when they fought and all of it was suddenly being released into one kiss. Stella, having kissed a number of boys as well prior to this event, was completely baffled how and why such a kiss from her enemy would unhinge her so much.

She should've slapped him across the face and call the sexual harassment card.

She should've stepped away from him, glared and spat at him.

But she didn't because her knees were too busy melting; her arms were agreeably wrapped around Ray's neck and her lips were intoxicatingly engaged by Ray's own. But even if these things were not taken into account, Stella begrudgingly admitted that she simply liked his kiss too much to cut it short.

And if Ray finally realized that his point was made, he might've stopped. He might've stepped away, smirked, and insulted her.

That's what he might've done. But he was trapped in the sweetness of her lips and the chemical reaction that exploded with each caress of her hands in his hair and the soft sounds of approval that came from her as they lost themselves in each other.

At one point, air did become an issue but even then Ray hadn't grown tired of her nearness just yet.

Her breathing came out in pants and she bit her already swollen lip as she tried to stop the soft moans from sounding out as Ray's lips moved from her lips to her ear to her neck, sucking mercilessly on the sensitive flesh.

Ray smirked against her skin in satisfaction. "You still wanna question my orientation?"

Stella exhaled, sounding like a laugh to Ray's ears.

"You're definitely not gay."

"That's a good answer."

"I know," she pulled at the collar of his leather jacket so that he was resting his forehead against hers.

Her dark brown eyes twinkled into his. "But just in case, can I get another demonstration?"

FINIS

Hmmm...so...I don't know XP

I might turn this into several one-shots involving them in detention but what do you guys think?

Anyway, really enjoyed this one after my first completed story! Hope you guys liked another contribution to one of the most amazing couples in Lemonade Mouth, leave me a line and tell me what you think!

Thanks for reading!

Lavender