I'm a horrible author, I hardly ever update :3

Déjà vu

I walked into a scene. A very disturbing one, to be more specific. Worse then the time I walked in on my mom with her…never mind.

"I'm having a meltdown Miki, I am having a meltdown! The show's in two weeks, and not a single thing is going right. There's the matter of costumes and props and everything else! Not to mention finding the right light angle for the death scene!" Mr. Gakupo paced back and forth whispering to himself in Japanese as Miki fallowed close behind trying to calm him.

"Sir, maybe if we-" I tried to say, but he lifted his hand.

"Maria, I don't have time for your sass today."

"It's Miku."

"Maria, please! I am trying to think of how Tony will die!" with that, he walked away to yell at Neru and I left to hang out with Mikuo. He was sitting on the edge of the stage singing his solo. I have to admit, he was really good. I felt myself staring at him for the longest time until he noticed and got all flustered.

"Miku, um…um….why were you staring at me?"

"Uh, haha, no reason…" I sat beside him when an aura of annoyance sat next to me.

"Hello, Piko…" I said. Piko shrugged, looking more pissed off than usual.

"Why on earth would you want to go hottubbing with my brother, he's a complete chav who just wants to shag girls!" he went on a British rampage, but I couldn't really understand half the words he was saying. Something about chaps, carpets, and limes. He also called me a tart, but I don't think I resemble a fruit pastry really…

Damn it, he was still talking to me. Time to do an epic escaping maneuverer.

"FLEE!" and with that, I jumped off the edge of the stage and ran to the top of the auditorium. Piko kept staring at me, so I went out through the doors and ditched the rest of class.

After lunch, I went into Mr. Shions class with the intention of not talking at all, hoping Dell and the hipster kid would forget about me, but as soon as I took my seat they started asking me about it.

The bell rang and I pretended to fall asleep. That's when it happened.

"Miku, what are you doing?" I looked up to see Mr. Shion glaring at me. His hair clashed with his shirt, AGAIN. Man, he should really work on that problem of his. I shrugged my shoulders at him. Seriously, I haven't done anything to piss him off this semester, what is he getting all flustered over?

"Well…aren't you going to say anything?" He whispered as if not to let anyone else hear.

"Um, why are you-"

"DETENTION!"

"What?!"

"Double detention for talking back." he started filling out a slip that already had my name on it. Seriously, what is his problem?

"But I-"

"That's it; I've had it with you and your sass. Ultimate detention this Friday. You'll stay right after class gets out, and leave when I say." With that he handed me a pink sheet of paper and walked back to the front of class. I stood up and raised my hand.

"Can I leave this class?" he just glared at me more and shook his head.

"No, there is no leaving, now sit down before I glue you to the chair." I sat down and hoped he didn't really plan on gluing me to this chair.

Dell leaned over and whispered, "Bummer about not being able to come hottubbing this Friday."

I perked up and smiled, not that he could see of course.

"Yeah, real bummer…"

A/N: sorry that this is really short, but I didn't have enough time to include Friday :3