( come break me down ,, ) - - stevie .

[ashton phoenix rush]

SUPERSTAR, you mean so much to me,
I'M NEVER GIVING UP.

"...Uh, uhoh." Ashton Phoenix Rush was currently faced with a very difficult dilemna - his science teacher had given him the opportunity to earn himself and extra mark on his graded report paper, if, and here's the catch, he could produce a purple colored liquid out of sodium disulphate, diluted amonia, liquified lead, some salt crystals, orange juice, gas and aluminium - which he had to liquify himself. Lord only knew what the orange juice was for- everything else he knew. Ashton wasn't going to make a purple colored liquid out of those ingredients, it was going to be utterly impossible unless he had a purple colored food dye. The teacher had left him to his devices during the lunch period; hoping that when he came back, Ashton would have an answer for him. So, with his lunch behind him, the seventeen year old junior had set to work on creating the inevitable. He knew that it wasn't going to work, but he also knew that you could never really ever be sure unless you tried. Trial and error was his forte. And so was making a mess. You shouldn't really give him chemicals, gas and matches... together.

With his tongue hanging out of the corner of his mouth, Ashton carefully poured the liquid lead into a beaker, added the sodium disulphate; stirred them together with a glass stick, set up a bunsen burner, added a tripod over the fire and set the beaker on top of the tripod. Probably not the best of ideas if anyone who didn't pay careful attention in science, you may end up panicking; but it was perfectly safe. Next, Ashton added a drop of the diluted amonia and gave it a real quick stir. The liquid was turning a color, but it wasn't purple. Making a face, he added a drop more of the diluted amonia the shifted back from the bunsen burner and beaker because the contents seemed to be fizzing up rather a lot. With wide eyes, Ashton looked around for something to fix that; seeing the salt crystals he emptied a few of them into the beaker carefully and stood further back, chewing on his lip. The contents of the beaker was still fizzing up, he didn't know what to do! "...Uh, uhoh." he mumbled for a second time watching the fizzy mixture bubble and froth and spit over the side. "This is bad." he mumbled, picking up the aluminium and thinking about it for a bit. After a little thought he placed the aluminium back down and picked up the orange juice. It was an acid, right? So, maybe it could counter the dismal effects? Probably not, but like was afore mentioned; trial and error was his forte. Carefully he dropped some of the orange juice into the beaker and then dove under the table when fire erupted out of the beaker; smashing it.

This was bad, this was really bad. Once the fire had settled, a very shaken- yet curious, Ashton lifted himself up off of the floor. His face was covered in ashes and marked black, his hair was a complete mess and he had the foaming, fizzy liquid covering the whole front of his shirt. At that point another teacher came back into the classroom and saw the scene before her. "Right young man, it's the detention room for you. Don't you know that no-one is allowed in the classroom during recess?" Before Ashton had a chance to explain himself to the teacher, she had his arm and was dragging him out of the science lab. He opened his mouth to answer her but ash came out instead, he choked and spluttered then tried to cough. Waving his free hand in front of his face, the seventeen year old thought that it'd be best to not try to argue anymore- he'd end up choking even more and that would be bad. Eventually they reached the detention room and Ashton's eyes widened- he'd never once recieved detention in his life. Oh well, there was always going to be a first time for everything, right? Rubbing his eyes, he allowed himself to be led into the room and over to a chair. Sitting down he looked around the room and saw a head of orange hair. Smiling a little, he deduced that it wasn't going to be so bad now, not when there was someone could talk too in the room.

"Caught this one in the science lab, he blew a beaker up and lord knows what else he did in there. " The teacher's voice drifted around the room; it seemed to him that she wanted everyone to know just exactly why he was in there in the first place. "Hey! It was not done on purpose, I was supposed to be seeing if I could turn the solution purple, but it backfired." That was his protest, he wasn't going to say anymore than that. The teacher simply threw him a dirty look and left the room. Ashton sighed and turned to the red headed girl next to him. "Hello." He whispered, leaning in so that only she could hear his voice. His face was still covered in ash and soot and the foamy stuff was still on his shirt but at this moment in time, he didn't seem to really care very much. "What's up, duckie?"

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[stephenie lakota rodriguez.]

"I'm pretty sure this isn't legal." Stevie huffed and crossed her arms over her barely there chest as 'one of the teachers who had walked into the cafeteria just in time to witness the food fight she had no involvement in' dragged the orange haired seventeen year old down the hallway by the hood of her jacket, on her butt. Her comment was ignored blatantly, causing her to wonder what this must have meant. She was pretty sure that the teachers weren't aloud to handle their students in ways such as this, using their blue denim Glamour Kills skinny jeans as dusters, perhaps she should do something about it when she had a chance to. If she was some snobby rich bitch she would most likely have been yelling about how she would be getting a lawyer in and charging the school for the laundrette bill, but her mind was currently focused on more important areas of the situation - like the fact that she was currently being falsely accused and punished for something that she didn't start. She hadn't had anything to do with the food fight, all she had wanted was a raspberry and white chocolate cookie from the cafeteria when world war three had broken out right in front of her big green eyes. Talk about being in the wrong place at the wrong time, not that it was anything new for her.

Stephenie kept her arms folded as the teacher came to a stop outside of the detention room door and released the grip on her hoodie. "Get up off of the floor, now, miss Rodriguez." The girl's eyes narrowed into a glare as she looked up at the teacher. They all towered above the tiny girl as it was, never mind the fact that now she was sitting on the floor. She was sick and tired of being bossed around by not only teachers, but also her step-father and anybody else who thought that they were all better than her. She didn't want to get the blame for what everybody else in the cafeteria had done! Call this a protest. One or two students walked past and looked at her strangely as she continued to sit at the feet of the teacher. Stevie ignored them and did her best to resist the temptation to shoot them a two fingered salute, because she didn't want to be in anymore trouble than she already was - even though sticking her fingers up at anybody who walked past would only be her first offence of the day. She sighed, coming to the conclusion that she was only making the whole situation worse and the sooner she got her little butt into the detention room, then the sooner she would be out of there and free to do... well. Do whatever she felt like.

Slowly, carefully, not shifting the expression on her face in the slightest way; the small orange haired seventeen year old stood up. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad. There was the rather slim possibility that there would be somebody whom she knew in there, and she was well prepared to keep boredom at bay whilst she was in there. Her iPod was tucked inside her pocket; her notebook, and her sketch book tucked away inside her backpack; along with the bottle of lucozade and share-size bag of cookies that she always kept on her person - they weren't as nice as the raspberry and white chocolate cookies from the cafeteria but right now there wasn't much that she could do. It was better than nothing, after all. There were a couple sheets of homework that needed to be done soon ('soon' translating as 'tomorrow') which she could get over and done with so that she wouldn't have to waste time in the afternoon completing them. It sounded like a plan to her - maybe not the best plan, the best plan would be to just runaway from the teacher and straight out of the door right now, but she wasn't that gutsy. Perhaps someday, she would take a chance, but for now she would have to suffer for no reason at all. Shame, really, don't you think?

The teacher opened the door and pushed the red-head inside. Stevie's pout and glare expression remained perfectly in tact as she looked from the detention teacher, directing her eyes around the room to see who else was un lucky enough to be sharing the room with her today. "I found this one in the cafeteria, we believe that she started or was involved in a food fight." The girl came close to boiling point right there, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms even tighter with frustration. "Now that's a lie! I only wanted a cookie." There were a few snickers and muffled giggling at her claims but it didn't bother her; she was only telling the truth. With a sigh she sat down in the seat that was closest to her, right by the door; so when she was finally allowed to leave then she could make a speedy escape. She placed her bag on her knee, unzipping it slowly, removing her notebook and her sketchbook and placing them on the table. Her iPod was slowly pulled out of her pocket, earphones wrapped around, which was placed on the table too. She thought for a few moments about taking the bag of cookies from her bag; but she was pretty sure that they would be confiscated or stolen by somebody when she wasn't looking - but her thoughts were interrupted by the door opening again. Stevie didn't bother looking up to see who it was, although that didn't stop her listening to what was going on. She ignored the body that took a seat at the desk next to her, until she heard a voice very close to her ear. It was Ashton. "Oh, y'know, false accusations."

At least she wouldn't have to sit by herself.

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[ashton phoenix rush]

SUPERSTAR, you mean so much to me,
I'M NEVER GIVING UP.

It was definitely safe to say that it wasn't the very first time that Ashton had recieved detention for blowing the science lab up; or for doing anything else for that matter. In fact, if he remembered correctly; the seventeen year old boy had been given at least seventeen different detentions in the past three weeks of being at school - now, it wasn't his personal best, not like he was keep score or anything, but it was almost. Last time; in his sophomore year, Ashton had visited the detention room twenty three times in the first four weeks of the new term. Honestly, he was quite surprised that they hadn't kicked him out of the school thus far. The detention room was like a class to him, having been there so many times. At one point the school had contacted his mother to inform her of his bad behaviour and she had sat him down at the dining room table one night and explained to him that being an asshole was not the way to go in life; using his father as an example, his mother had then attempted to ground him, but she decided not to and instead had just asked him to, for once, be a good boy. Uh, yeah right; Ashton was way too much like his father to be a good boy.

The science lab incident, however, was very interesting though. Last time something like that had happened, Ashton had done the whole thing intentionally because he didn't like the lab and didn't like the school - eventually those feelings passed over his head and the boy found that the school wasn't really that bad at all, it was just ill-feelings of going to a new school for the very first time. This time, it was neither intentional nor based on ill-feelings, it was an actual science experiment for extra credit and a chance to redeem himself as a person in his science class, from last time. It was purely coincidence that the beaker had blown up from the contents and the bunsen burner - if the teacher had explained to him that this may happen then Ashton would have tried to come up with an alternate experiment so that it wouldn't happen. But it did. Also, he wondered, if the teacher had still been in the classroom when the other teacher had seen the beaker explode, then he wouldn't be in this present situation - detention. Oh well, it had been fun while it lasted.

After speaking with the person in charge of hell, Ashton's brown eyes wandered around the room for a familiar face, someone to talk too if they could get away with it, without being told off. Blowing his fringe out of his eyes, which incidentally, also spotted the red head a few seats away, Ashton left the desk without finishing listening to what the teacher was saying and settled himself down next to her. He spoke with his usual tone (almost sarcastic, mixed with conceitedness), in a whisper and settled his foamy self down in the chair, awaiting an answer. "Oh really?" Stephenie answered him and he nodded in response. "I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time." Ashton often got himself muddled up when he had been thrown, unjustly, into detention. "I think." There was a slight pause and apprehension in his tone of voice this time, turning his gaze to the ceiling and looking thoughtful. "No, I mean; the teacher was in the wrong place at the right time, I'm completely innocent as I am sure, you are too, right?" the boy looked down at his gunky shirt and furrowed his brows at it. "Well, that's not going to come out." he mumbled loudly to himself as he studied the stuff on the front of his shirt, waiting for Stephenie to answer him.

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[stephenie lakota rodriguez.]

There was nothing irregular or out of the blue for Stephenie about being falsely accused and then punished for something that she didn't do. She was a little confused by the fact that she hadn't neccesarily been at the wrong place at the wrong time. Hey, it was lunch time, you were supposed to be in the cafeteria. But perhaps she could have timed her cookie cravings a little better to avoid being in a situation just like this one, hm? Sitting in detention didn't really bother her that much, she could read or write or draw. The one thing that scared her about all of the detentions that she was recieving for no apparent reason was the possibility that the school would get in touch with her parents about her imaginary misbehaviour. Most seventeen year olds wouldn't be frightened by the threat of the school contacting their parents, because no matter what punishment they had slapped on them; there would be one sneaky way or another to get around it. It was such a shame that this concept didn't really apply in the same manner for Stevie and her parents' punishments.

Well, I say parents, it was mainly her step-dad's punishments that she feared so badly. Her biological father had passed on when she was five; even though she wasn't exactly old enough to understand what had happened, she still realised that her father was missing and he wouldn't be coming back anytime soon. According to her mother he was having 'a very long nap' and no matter how much she wished, he wouldn't be waking up anytime soon. Her mother was ripped up inside but managed to keep a brave face painted on for her daughter, not wanting her little girl to see her crying. Four years later, not long after Stevie had turned nine - her mother met another man. He seemed lovely at the time, sweeping Mrs. Rodriguez straight off of her feet. Everybody thought that they were head over heels with each other and when they got married it just seemed to confirm everything. The first few years, everything was fine; until their happy marriage slowly started to deteriorate. It started with the yelling. Then he shoved her, then he slapped her. The violence gradually seemed to get worse to the point where it happened almost every day - it was like Stephenie's mother couldn't put a foot right. Then came along the day when he started to hit Stevie, too. She had to (and still has to) strive for perfect grades, never talk back to her step-father and show absolutely no signs of rebellion to avoid being beaten up. Her only escape is to stay with her cousin in her apartment, but she doesn't want to get in Emily's way all of the time just because she can't stick up to her own step-father. That's how her mind works.

Stephenie tried her hardest not to make it seem obvious as she looked at Ashton - she wasn't just looking at him because he was covered in... whatever the hell that he was covered in, either. Her feelings for him were very confusing - he was cute, she had to admit, with his floppy hair and his lip ring. The problem was his personality. One minute he would be utterly adorable and she would be sure that yes, she really did like him. And that she liked him a lot. But as soon as she convinced herself of this, he would turn into a total ass and say something stupid; which would end up with her wondering what the hell she was thinking having feelings for him. It just carried on, round in circles, like this. If there was one thing she wanted to know, it was which side of his personality was more dominant - whether he was more of a nice guy or an ass. Was he just a twat as a cover-up for something? Did he only act sweetly to trick her for some reason? Curse the male mind. Especially Ashton's male mind. She raised her eyebrow slightly at his "oh really?" comment, but carried on listening as he attempted to explain why he was there. "I went to get a cookie, but then world war three happened to break out in the cafeteria. The only difference being that instead of bombs, they used their lunch." Stevie twiched her nose to one side - she wouldn't have been so upset if she had actually been able to get her cookie. "I was only standing in the cafeteria line, I didn't even have any food to throw; but apparently I was still involved." Teachers had some stupid rules and some very stupid ways of dealing with situations. She watched him look down at his shirt, trying to figure out what on earth he must have been up to but not asking. "I doubt it will." Her voice was quiet but honest as she pulled a pen out of her pocket, opening her notebook at the last page she had been writing at.

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