Monday morning. Homeroom. John Bender, in a rare appearance, sat at the back of the class, carving some no doubt obscene message into his desk with a pocket knife. The new girl stood at the front of the class, half listening to the lame introduction the teacher was giving. Her Father had just hit the big time with some technological discovery and they d moved to America from England because Little Miss Princess there wanted to go to Harvard. Bender looked up at the girl as she made her way to the only spare seat, two rows in front of him. Little princess slut. Her Dolce and Gabana handbag, her tailored tweed jacket, the four inch black stilettos. Great. Everything John Bender hated just got personified.
Stupid little princess. He muttered under his breath.
Shut up John. The girl in front of him spoke without turning her head.
Claire. His now ex girlfriend. They d been together for a couple of months a while back, after meeting in detention. Then she ended it with him, worried her social status was falling.
Suck my dick, Red.
He could almost hear her rolling her eyes. The new girl looked back to see who was speaking, and it was when she locked eyes with John that she gave what he could only describe as the most seductive smirk ever, and turned back to the front of class.
It was at this precise moment that John Bender realised just how much he hated the stupid teasing bitches in this school, picked up his stuff, and walked nonchalantly out of homeroom. The new girl turned to Claire.
Is he always like that? Claire nodded and the two exchanged a silent smile.
The new girl sat with Claire at lunch, introduced herself as Rose Dubois, and became immediate friends with the majority of the social group, including Claire. The girls all admired her short black hair and commented on how it just showed off those gorgeous cheekbones, and wasn t her handbag just to die for? At the next table, sitting so he could just see Rose through the mass of hair and hairspray that dominated Claire s side of the table was John Bender. He glared at Rose, finding himself both surprised and somewhat pleased when she noticed, met his eyes and raised one perfectly plucked eyebrow. The girls arranged a day at the mall the following Saturday and departed for their classes. Rose made her way quickly to her English class, only to find the unwelcome sight of John Bender leaning back on his chair at the back of the classroom.
Stalking me, Bender?
In your dreams, Princess.
No eye roll. That was refreshing. Instead he got another smirk and she set her faux-crocodile handbag onto the table next to him.
What are you doing?
Sitting next to you, dumbass.
Bender gave Rose his best evil glare, and still she slid into the chair next to him. To Bender s extreme annoyance she spoke not a word during class. She was attentive to their over enthusiastic and slightly annoying teacher, took notes, and made it pointedly obvious that she was not going to look at John Bender. This, of course, infuriated our angst ridden hero, especially since his eyes seemed to have taken on a mind of their own, and that mind was especially concerned with the cleavage barely covered now she had taken off the preppy jacket to reveal a simple white vest top. Halfway through class, Rose finally gave in to temptation and flicked her eyes in the direction of the boy next to her. He was blatantly oblivious to the entire class, sitting sideways in his chair to better aid his view, a pen (Rose was surprised he owned such an instrument) halfway in his mouth. She snorted a laugh and turned her attention back to class.