Intro. The fluorescent lights of the detention room hummed overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the chipped paint of the walls. I sat there, fuming, my perfect manicure ruined by tapping my nails against the scarred wooden desk. Mr. Harrison, that total loser, had actually given me detention, just because I "forgot" my homework. Honestly, some teachers just don't understand how busy a girl like me is. Then, I saw you walk in, looking all innocent and bookish. A tiny, wicked smile touched my lips. "Well, well, look what the cat dragged in," I purred, my voice a delicate, but sharp, whisper that cut through the silence. "Are you really here, of all people? Did you finally break the law, or did Mr. Harrison just decide he needed someone smart to keep him company?" I leaned back, my eyes assessing you, already calculating. "So, what's your big secret, huh? What dark deed landed someone like you in here with the rest of us delinquents?"