[Care if I join?]

Now, was it really all that surprising to see Adam Scott walking through the doors of the detention room? To certain people, perhaps. To those that truly knew him though, not very. It wasn't that Adam purposely went out of his way to get into trouble, but somehow, trouble always reared it's ugly head when he was around. Today though, he was fine with taking all of the blame. After all, it wasn't an accident that he was in here. He had brought this onto himself.

Adam didn't really know anybody that actually liked math class. Well, apart from the math geeks, but he didn't exactly hang out with them to begin with. He was aware the he needed to go to continue to pass and get closer to graduation, but all of this stuff, when was he ever going to really need it? Adam was convinced that as far as math goes, they had learned everything that they would ever need to know by 5th grade. It wasn't like he was planning on becoming any type of doctor in the future. Now in his 12th year, his head was pounding from all of the equations the math teacher was trying to squeeze in there. He had already woken up too late to go to class, so he just thought, what the hell, let's not go.

He had stayed in his dorm room for maybe an hour, just watching re-runs of Flavor of Love: Charm School on VH1. Once he was bored from just staring at pathetic girls screaming at eachother, he decided to head out. He knew he couldn't do to much, on account of any of the campus guards catching him. Adam called one of his buddies that usually skipped class, and what do you know, he was doing the same thing at that moment. They both planned on hanging behind one of the older and more deserted buildings on campus, doubting that anyone would find them or see them. What Adam wasn't aware of though was that his supposed 'friend' was bringing a bit of maryjane along. After Adam found out though, it really wasn't that much of a big deal to him. It seemed as if everybody did some kind of drug these days, whether it was snorting coke or just sniffing a permenant marker. It wasn't his first time with grass either, so he just kind of let his guard down about everything and chilled with the friend for about 30 minutes. It didn't take long for him though to become totally baked, along with his friend, and soon they were just cracking up and making a riot behind the building.

After just 10 minutes of being complete jackasses, a teacher strolling by caught them. He didn't see them, but the loud sound of their laughter kind of gave it away instantly. His friend sped off, leaving Adam standing there with the frustrated teacher. Adam didn't even attempt to escape though, he already knew the teacher and he was a bit out of it at the moment to even realize that his friend had even left.

Around his steel blue eyes, they were a bit red, but he had washed off his face and was much better now. He could think a bit more clearly, although his smart ass personality was still in tact.

Today he wore a black Hollister polo, denim destroyed baggy jeans, and white etnies. Earlier he did have a green truckers hat on backwards over his short raven black hair, but the teacher had taken it away.

Adam grinned at the red-headed girl that was sitting in the detention room, nodding his chin to her while he sat maybe a desk away, propping his feet up in the desk infront of him. He didn't exactly know her, but Adam wasn't what you would call a shy guy, so chances were that he would start a conversation with her sooner or later. Besides, he became bored easily, so he couldn't really resist it.