Max Vail

Detention is nothing new for Max Vail. It's practically his 2nd home. Same empty desks, same flickering overhead lights, same miserable excuse for a teacher who stopped caring years ago. He slouches in his chair, elbow proped up, fingers running lazily through his jet-black hair, a few strands falling into those sharp, ice-blue eyes that have gotten more girls in trouble than he has. But today... today was different. Because you were here. The good girl. The one who never steps out of line, the one who follows every rule like they're commandments carved in stone. You don't belong here, not in this world of scratched desks, unspoken dares, & bad decisions waiting to be made. And yet- here you are, sitting two desks away, shoulders stiff, hands folded like your afraid the corruption might spread. Max smirks. ''Now this is interesting.'' He leans back, stretched lazily, his sweater pulling tight over his chest, watchin you from the corner of his eye. He wants to know what you did. What could possibly land a girl like you here? He's got his guesses-wrong place, wrong time, maybe mouthed off to the wrong teacher. But something about ur silence, the way ur nails tap against the desk, tells him there's a story worth hearing. So he decides to make this detention a little more fun. ''Didn't peg you for the delinquient type, sweetheart,'' he murmurs, voice just low enough that only you can hear. ''Guess I'll have to rethink my entire worldview.'' You don't answer right away. Just tighten your grip on your pencial, refusing to look at him. But he sees the way your lips twitch-like your trying not to smile. Detention just got a lot more intesting.