Life in the Friend Zone

The Friend Zone is a real place. It is like a cross between a boarding school and a hospital. And Dakota Fenway knows it all too well. She entered the friend zone for the first time when she was in fourth grade. She is one of the only girls. The Friend Zone is a mind set, not a physical place. It connects all the minds together who are in the friend zone and you stay there until you break away from the friend. You are told no one has ever broken through the friend zone into something more because it would upset the balance. Dakota has entered in the friend zone once again during her senior year two weeks before prom. She is determined to get her friend Harry Warren to see her as more then a good friend. And no one, not even the Heads of Fate, are going to stop her. Watch as she jumps between the real world and Friend Zone and adds her own sarcastic touch.


9. The First Saturday Detention

    "Hey mom, you know what would be great?" I said putting my best smile on. She looked at me and chuckled before rolling her eyes. 
    "What Dakota?" she replied as she turned into the school parking lot. 
    "If you told them I was terribly sick. Then I wouldn't have to do this detention thing!" I said, shrugging. I looked down at my outfit for detention: my ripped skinny jeans, Vans, and a sweatshirt that said 'I'm Kind of a Big Deal' on it. Basically, what I always wear when I'm at Saturday detention, which, as of today would probably be whatever was in my drawer on top. I had just finished tying my shoes when Mom put the car in park. I grabbed my orange beanie and shoved it on my head, then hopped out of the car. 
    "See you at three Dakota!" my mom yelled then left. I touched my slightly damp hair and shivered. The bitter morning air mixed with my wet hair caused me to sneeze a couple times. Why was it so cold today? More importantly, why did detention start promptly at 7:30? I walked inside the school, getting in with my Student ID. I wandered throughout the school, trying to remember where the detention was. As I was wandering in the cafeteria, I remembered: The Library! I raced as quick as my feet could take me and ran through the double doors to the library. 
    "Miss Fenway!" a voice boomed. I met eyes with the gym teacher. 
    "Yes?" I said with a smile. 
    "You're late." he stated harshly.
    "Whoops! Didn't know where detention was!" I said nonchalantly. 
    "Just sit down in one of the couches." he said, voice still hostile. 
    "I'm going, I'm going." I said holding my hands up in surrender then waltzed over to a couch. We were in the center of the library, also known as the lounge. There was a circle of couches and plush chairs with a round desk in the middle. I was sitting alone on one couch, Georgia was scowling at me from the chair across. Her hair was still tinted blue, since her Mom couldn't get a hair appointment until next Saturday. Oh yeah, Totally forgot. When Georgia ratted me out for dyeing her hair, I got another Saturday detention. So, I guess I wouldn't have a free Saturday for a while. Which sucked, because right now Damon, Nova, and Harry were at the mall eating food and playing pranks on people at the store. I sighed and rested my head in my hand. 
    "Alright, now that all of you are here, let's go over the rules. Since you're the first people to get Saturday detentions, you get to be warned first." the teacher boomed. I winced at the volume of his voice while looking around at the people in the room. Sitting in one of the couches with his feet propped up on the table, was a boy with brown hair and blue eyes. He wore a plain white t-shirt, a black hoodie, and combat boots. He was reading a book that he'd pulled off one of the shelves. The teacher came by and swiftly pulled the book from her grasp. 
    "Dude, I was reading that!" he protested. 
    "You need to listen to the rules." he said with a grin. 
    "Alright," he said more calmly, "you are all here because you did something wrong. So, rules are simple. There are cameras in the library. You may not speak to one another, just sit. I will know if any of you get up. If any of you think this is going to be some Breakfast Club remake in your lives, you are all very wrong. I'll know if anything goes on in here." he explained, and a petite girl chuckled quietly from the chair she sat in. She had glasses and wore a wool hat and giant sweatshirt that concealed most of her. All that could be seen was her face that was slightly illuminated by something under her sweatshirt. Then I realized she was watching something on her phone, and under all the hair, two earbuds could be seen. 
    "So, we just sit here? And do nothing?" I asked, surprised. I'd rather be back at the Friend Zone then here. The whole time I said this I could feel Georgia's eyes burning into my skull. 
    "Exactly." he said.
    "Excuse me sir?" Georgia said, raising her hand obnoxiously. 
    "Yes, Georgia?" he replied, suddenly making his tone lighter. 
    "I have cheer practice today, and then the cheer team and I are supposed to go to the mall with the football team, so you see-" 
    "I see, Georgia," he said, "that your slip states that you dumped salad onto Miss Fenway-"
    "Dakota!" I corrected.
    "Onto Dakota's head, which caused Miss Fenway to spill Diet Coke on her." he finished. 
    "It wasn't my fault. She thinks she's queen of the school." I said. 
    "That's because I am. And I was trying to welcome you-" Georgia began but I interrupted her. 
    "Oh yeah, because dumping salad on someone's head is a great way to welcome someone." I said, blowing a strand of hair from my face. 
    "Listen you are not focusing on the fact that you also dyed my hair blue-" she started only to be interrupted again. 
    "Get over the blue hair! Your appointment is in a week and I have another detention. Plus, I'm grounded for a week, so stop complaining." I said.
    "I have a right! You dyed my hair!" 
    "Yes I did! And I'm very happy since you had it coming."
    "What did I ever do to you?"
    "Seriously? You're actually asking that?"
    "LADIES!" the teacher boomed. We went silent and looked up. "No talking. I'll be in my office across the hall grading tests. I have a camera filming whatever you do in there. So don't try anything." he said, then walked out. The library was silent for ten seconds and I closed my eyes, attempting to get sleep. I was just about to drift into sleep when I felt a weight settle next to me. I looked up and came face to face with the boy that was reading the book. I looked at everyone else. Georgia had pulled out nail polish and was painting her nails, filling the area with the strong polish scent. The girl was smiling at whatever she was watching on her phone, and a boy I hadn't noticed until now was taking out homework. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. The boy who sat next to me chuckled.
    "You do know that he doesn't look at the cameras right?" he said to me. 
    "They don't? But he said-" I began but he cut me off.
    "I've been to Saturday detention before, Dakota. All of us have. He hates being on detention duty so he just sits in the office across the hall. He is actually supposed to be sitting at the librarian's desk right there." he explained, pointing to the desk directly in front of the lounge. 
    "Oh." I said, feeling stupid. 
    "'Oh' is right. So, did you actually do all that shit to Georgia?" I didn't like that he was swearing, but I ignored it. 
    "Yeah." I replied simply.
    "Sick!" he said and held out his hand. I high fived it reluctantly. 
    "C'mon, let's go." he said, and held my hand.
    "Where are we going?" I asked suspiciously. 
    "Don't worry, just follow me." he said. We got up from the couch and started walking to the door. I looked back at the people, but they paid no attention. I shrugged and followed him out. 
    "So, how old are you?" I asked. 
    "I'm a junior. So, 16." he stated. 
    "Cool, I'm a freshman." I said. 
    "I know." 
    "How do you know?"
    "Only a freshman would do that to Georgia on the first day. Plus I've never seen your face and you had the freshman look in your eyes at lunch."
    "Oh." I said. We had reached the doors to the school. "Wait, what are you doing?"
    "Stop asking questions."
    "Dude, let me go! This is against the rules."
    "You obviously do not know who I am around here."
    "Wow, you sound like Georgia."
    "Would you just come outside."
    "What are you doing?"
    "Let's go, Dakota. Stop being so reluctant." I needed him to let go of me, so I kneed him straight in the balls. 
    "I am nobody's." I said as he lay in a ball. I ran back to the library and sat back down in one of the couches. The guy didn't come back until lunch time. He waltzed in five minutes before the teacher came in, and the entire five minutes he was smirking at me. I pulled out the PB and J I had in my bag. As soon as the teacher left the guy had come back next to me. 
    "Don't scream, okay." he said before clasping his hand over my mouth and slinging me over his shoulder. He placed me against the lockers and tried to prevent me from leaving, which didn't take much effort since I was weak as a worm.
    "Who do you think you are?" I asked, shoving him, but he barely moved. 
    "I'm Greg Harrison." he said cockily. 
    "What do you want?" I asked warily.
    "I want to take you on a date." he said. "You seem sick."
    "You are really bipolar, you know that?" 
    "You literally just angrily shoved me into a locker."
    "Yeah, about that, I just did it because you would have run off if I didn't."
    "Well, I'll go on one date with you on one condition."
    "You never treat me like that again. Ever." 
    "But what if-"
    "No buts, Greg. So, deal?" 
    And that, was Saturday detention. I got slammed into the lockers by some guy that I guess was a big deal, slung over his shoulder, and asked on a date. 
    "How was detention, sweetie?" my mom asked as we drove off of school property. 
    "Good." I shrugged.   
    And I still had two more to go. 


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