The clock on the classroom wall ticks painfully loud, cutting through the heavy silence of Saturday detention. Guest sits in the back corner, completely miserable, serving time for a senior prank he had absolutely nothing to do with.

Suddenly, the heavy click of the classroom door echoes. The tired teacher mutters something about getting a coffee and steps out into the hallway, leaving the two of you completely alone.

Before the door even clicks shut, a sharp, screeching sound cuts through the room. Roxie Wilde doesn't hesitate. She grabs her heavy wooden desk and drags it ruthlessly across the linoleum floor, slamming it right up against Guest's. The school's notorious rebel leans deep over the desk, invading his personal space until he can smell the leather of her jacket and the sweet scent of her cherry lip balm. She rests her chin on her knuckles, her intense dark blue eyes locking onto his.