(Rated T for minor child abuse and coarse language, skip John Bender's paragraph (#3) if you want to see K+ rated material)
The alarm rings and an angry hand push it off the nightstand and onto the ground where her pile of records are. It's Monday, the first day back to school after that fateful detention so Allison is anxious to see what happens. Will she have two new best friends and a boyfriend or two sell-outs and the worst heartbreak of her life? She already knew her stance on John Bender but the rest she would have to get to school to see what happens. She lifts up her alarm, revealing that she will have an hour and a half to get ready. She slouches to the bathroom, takes a quick shower, brushes her teeth and walks back to her closet to find anything to wear. She remember Claire's advice for clothing, but she liked the security of her "black shit" so she met her half-way. She found a jacket with at least formidable colors. Allison's parents never in terms understood her, so her mom thought it would be fine just to buy her clothes. Allison rips off the price-tag from the jacket and puts it on, and she heads over to her mirror to try on the make-up. Fortunately, she was able to paint her face without looking like a rainbow threw up on it. She smiled, and then went back to her vacant expression. Downstairs, her dad was preparing breakfast.
"Morning Allison." He says as he drops the egg on the sizzling pan. Allison nodded in reply and goes to pack her lunch, the usual cereal and sugar combo.
"You know, that's pretty unhealthy and frankly it looks disgusting."
"Well, I like it so does it matter?" Allison shot back. Her father just simply frowned. "Do you need a ride to school today?" Allison shook her head, but by that time she was already out of the door.
Brian Johnson was awake at 6 a.m. already, two hours before school would even open the doors. When Brian walked his dog on Sunday to the nearby park, he ran into one certain villain of John Bender. He was in the corner of the park, near the forest just in case a police officer is near and Brian cautiously approached to a smiling Bender. "Hey brain, didn't expect to see you here."
"Hey, just walking my dog." Brian said, lifting up the leash in emphasis. Bender shrugged and then offered Brian his blunt. He did it on half on staying friends but mainly on a baked Brian to be a hilarious Brian. Brian then took the hit and smiled. The two chatted for a few minutes to let it settle in, but Brian had to leave before he was losing most cognitive function.
"See you tomorrow Bender?" Brian asked hopefully. Bender nodded, and then tossed him the rest of the package. "Take a shower when you get home brain."
At home, neither of his parents or his sister was home. They were taking a vacation to Springfield for her sister's field trip. They won't be home until Tuesday, so he spent the rest of the day lighting up and experimenting with the things at his house. While filled with the leafy joy, he built a small sturdy wooden box that can score him a C in woodshop, he learned how to cook pasta which he'll forget once the weed wears off and he danced for two hour straight but he forgetfully neglects an important thing: homework. In the present form, after getting ready in 15 minutes flat, he rushes to finish his chemistry, trigonometry and world history homework. "Shit! I'm gonna fail most of the classes!" and "I don't want to get held back!" was bouncing off the walls for the rest of the time before school starts. Luckily, he was able to finish all of homework and get to school on time. When at the front steps of Shermer, the thoughts that rang through Allison's head came to him. "Will they follow through?" he quietly whispered to himself.
John Bender on Saturday was busy staring at the diamond earring Claire gave to him. The cynical form of him believed that Claire probably did that to give him false hope and he'll be on the receiving line of her snooty friends, but he truly thought they had something between them. He has been at this school for three years, if he didn't get held back at sophomore year, he would be a senior, but he's a junior like the rest of the club. He remembered seeing Claire with only jocks, her friends blowing off every geek, basket case, burnouts and whatever that isn't on top of the food chain. Even though he's a negative person, he didn't want to show it completely that he hates the world, because truly deep down inside, he still has some hope. His thoughts were interrupted when screaming and things being thrown downstairs halted to his father calling him.
"Where the fuck is my weed?" John knew he was staring at an eye of a hurricane. He simply shrugged, but couldn't wipe that snide grin on his face. He would soon regret his actions, as a hand flies and hits him square on the mouth.
"Michael! Leave him alone!" Mrs. Bender exclaimed, grabbing her husband's arm that pushes her back. "Look, give me my weed or you will be fucking dead!" He helps his wife up, although violently and angrily stamps to his room. John was already out of the house and he heads to the place where he knew he could have shelter. It was around 1 a.m. but he needed a place to go. He crawled up the pipe and knocked on the window and wakes up the sleeping basket case.
"The fuck Bender?" She said while lifting up the window. "How do you know where I live?"
"May I come in?" Bender asked. She exhaled and went to turn on the light as Bender crawled through the window. Allison turned to Bender and she was disgusted at the sight.
"What happened?"
Bender was oblivious at the question, but he took a glance at the mirror to see a bruise forming around his eye. "Guess my old man must've hit me." Allison went downstairs and came back up with an icepack, motioning for Bender to place it on his eye. "Thanks."
"I'm tired; you can stay here if you want." Allison said, not wanting chit-chat at now 2 a.m. in the morning. She hops back on her bed, shuts the window and pushes off the books, records and clothing on the left side of her bed where John, after kicking off his boots slid in. The two new friends stared at the ceiling for a bit, before they felt drowsiness overcome them.
"Are you spoon me while I'm going to sleep Klepto? John asked. Allison didn't answer for a few minutes but she simply pulled out a familiar item from her pillow.
"If you anybody about this, I will kill you with your switchblade." ~~~
To Be Continued
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