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Okay, onto the second chapter!

Maybe Brainiac's Aren't All That Bad – Chapter 2

Erin watched Bender, even though he'd moved his gaze to the library door, as he made his way to the railing and jumped up on it to sit. "What do you say we close that door? We can't have any kind of party with Vernon checking us out every few seconds."

"Well, yeah, but the door's supposed to stay open." Brian reminded him.

"So, what?"

"So, why don't you just shut up?" Andrew shot at John. "There's five other people in here, you know."

"God, you can count! See, I knew you had to be smart to be a- a wrestler."

"Who the hell are you to judge anybody, anyway?"

"Really..." Claire agreed.

"Guys..." Erin mumbled in a pathetic attempt at trying to get everyone's attention. Andrew was only getting started.

"You know, Bender, you don't even count. You know, if you disappear forever it wouldn't make any difference. You may as well not even exist at this school."

"Whoa, wait, okay. That's a little uncalled for."

Andrew turned around to face Erin. "What was that, Brainiac?"

Erin didn't see John's smirk of gratitude as she was too busy staring wide-eyed at the jock that was looking at her, waiting for an answer.

Erin licked her dry lips. "I-I just don't think you have the right to say somebody hardly even exists. How does your life have any better value over his?"

"I actually contribute to this school. All Bender over here does is clog the system up with his constant detentions and bad attitude."

"Well, I'll just run right out and join the wrestling team." John smiled, covering up the actual hurt he felt from Andrew's words. Claire and Andrew chuckled at each other. "Maybe the Prep Club, too. Student council."

"Nah, they wouldn't take you." Andrew told Bender.

"I'm hurt."

"You know why guy's like you knock everything?"

"Oh, this should be stunning."

"It's cause you're afraid." Claire continued.

"Oh, God. You richies are so smart. That's exactly why I'm not heavy in any activities!"

"You're a big coward."

"I'm in the math club."

Erin turned around to look at Brian. 'Don't.' She mouthed to him.

"See, you're afraid they won't take you. You don't belong so you just have to dump all over it."

John looked away and took a deep breath. "Well... it wouldn't have anything to do with you activities people being assholes now, would it?"

"Well, you wouldn't know. You don't even know any of us."

"Well, I don't know any lepers either. But I'm not gonna run out and join one of their fucking clubs."

"Hey, let's watch the mouth, huh?" Andrew cut in. Erin gave a slight nod in agreement. She didn't enjoy it when people used vulgar language around her. It made her feel unsafe.

"I'm in the Physics club, too."

"Brian..." Erin groaned. She didn't want to see one of her club friends get hurt.

"Excuse me a sec. What are you babbling about?" Bender asked Brian.

"Well, what I'd said was, I'm in the Math Club, uh, the Latin club and the Physics club- Physics Club."

"Hey, Brainie." Erin looked up at the assumption John was talking to her and immediately regretted it. Answering to the nickname means you accepted it. Erin did not want to accept 'Brainie' or 'Brainiac' as her nickname. "Are you in any clubs?"

Erin nodded. "I'm in the Latin Club and the Physics Club." Why lie? There was nothing to be ashamed of... At least not in Erin's eyes...

"What about you. Cherry. Do you belong to the Physics Club?"

Claire sneered and said, "That's an academic club."

"So?"

The redhead thought a moment. "So, Academic Clubs aren't the same as other kinds of Clubs."

"Ahh... but to Dorks like them, they are." John looked up at Erin. "What do you guys do in your Club?"

"In Physics well we-we-" Brian started.

"Hey! I was talking to the Lady." John yelled at Brian then he looked at Erin and gestured for her to talk to him.

She blushed heavily and stumbled over her words. "Well- Well in Physics we um, we um talk about Physics. Properties of Physics..."

"So it's sort of social. Demented and sad. But social, right?"

"Well, yeah. I guess you could consider it a social situation. I mean, there's other people in the club and um, at the end we have, uh, a big b-banquet at the Hilton."

"You load up. You party."

"Well, no. We get dressed up. But we don't... we don't get high..."

"Only burners like you get high." Claire told John.

Brian went into a story about last year when he went to the party in his dads shoes. Erin remembered that but couldn't concentrate on the memory as she was frozen with fear at the fact that John Bender was staring at her with a tiny smirk. Why is he staring at me so much? Do I have something on my face? No, don't check! It'll seem weird! Just stare at him. Oh, God. You're blushing again. Look at his smile get bigger! You are a lost cause, girl!

"Sounds like you..." Erin was ripped from her tiny inner monologue by Claire's voice.

"Look, you guys keep up your talking and Vernon's gonna come right in here. I got a meet this Saturday and I'm not gonna miss it on account of you boneheads!"

Bender moaned in fake agony. "Oh, and wouldn't that be a bite, huh? Missing a whole wrestling meet?"

"Well, you wouldn't know anything about it, faggot!"

Erin winced.

"You never competed in your whole life!"

John pouted. "Oh, I know... I feel all empty inside because of it. I have such a deep admiration for guys that roll around on the floor with other guys!"

"Ahh, you'd never miss it. You don't have any goals."

Erin gaped at Andrew angrily.

"Oh, but I do!" Bender admitted, seeing the look on Erin's face.

"Yeah?" Andrew asked, disbelieving the Criminal.

"I wanna be just. Like. You! I figure all I need's a lobotomy and some tights!"

"You wear tights?" Brian asked.

Andrew turned around to face Brian. "No, I don't wear tights. I wear the required uniform."

"Tights." Brian smugly answered with a shrug.

"Shut up!" Andrew shouted.

Loud shuffling sounds came from across the hall and Bender sat down in between the richies, looking innocent. Erin watched as Vernon left his office and went down the hall.

"Woo!" Bender shouted and stood up.

He began walking toward the double doors when Brian called out, " You know there's not supposed to be any monkey business."

Bender whipped around and pointed at Brian while still walking backwards. Mimicking Mr. Vernon he shouted, "Young man, have you finished your paper?" He whipped back around and went to the double doors. He peaked down the halls on either side of the door and then started fiddling with the screw at the top that kept the door open.

"What are you gonna do?" Claire asked.

"Drop dead, I hope."

"John, come on. Leave the door alone." Erin begged.

"Worried I'll get in trouble, babe?" Bender winked at Erin and her face burned.

"Bender, that's- that's school property there... you know, it doesn't belong to us. It's something not to be toyed with!" Brian stammered.

The door slammed shut and Bender ran up to Erin's desk.

"No, no, no." She knew what was coming. John Bender grabbed one of Erin's hands and pressed the screw into it. "No, no! I don't-!" John leaned forward and gave Erin a kiss on her cheek.

"For safe keeping." He whispered to her.

Erin's face was beet red and John's broke out in a huge grin when he saw her reaction. He gave her hand a final squeeze and ran back to his seat. Erin held up the screw like it was an alien life form.

"John, take it back!" She shouted.

"I told you to keep it!"

"But, I don't want it!" Erin hysterically yelled back.

"That's very funny, come on, fix it!" Andrew told Bender.

"You should really fix that!"

The whole room became a shouting mess of yells from Erin, Bender, Andrew and Brian; arguing over the door.

"God damnit!" Erin jumped at Vernon's yell and thrust the screw under her skirt and in between her thighs. Vernon threw open the door and stormed into the Library, steaming with anger. "Why is that door closed?" He finally asked as he pointed behind him at the door.

Silence.

"Why is that door closed?" He tried again.

"How're we supposed to know? We're not supposed to move right?" Bender innocently asked.

Vernon turned on Erin. "Why is it closed?"

Erin stammered, "I-I-I've only been sitting here working on my paper, s-sir."

Vernon moved over to the richies table. "Why?" he asked Claire.

"We were just sitting here, like we were supposed to." She answered.

Vernon looked up at Bender. "Who closed that door?"

"I think a screw fell out of it."

"It just closed, sir." Andrew backed Bender up.

Vernon looked over at Allison. "Who?"

Allison stammered and could only let out a squeak before she slammed her head down on the table.

"She doesn't talk, sir." Bender told Vernon.

Vernon walked up to Bender with his hand held out. "Give me that screw."

"I don't have it." Bender glanced at Erin for a split second and she flinched.

Vernon turned on his heel to face Erin. "Do you have it?"

"N-No, sir."

Vernon eyed Erin a moment before turning back to Bender.

"You want me to yank you outta that seat and shake it out of you?"

"I don't have it. Screws fall out all of the time, the worlds an imperfect place."

"Give it to me, Bender."

"Excuse me, sir, why would anybody want to steal a screw?" Claire asked.

Vernon pointed at her, "Watch it, young lady."

Vernon walked to the door and tried to hold it open with a folding chair. John warned him but of course the door slammed shut on it. Vernon came back in and called Andrew up to help him move the magazine rack to hold open the door.

"Hey, how come Andrew gets to get up? If he gets up, we'll all get up! It'll be anarchy!" (favorite line I had to put it in there) Bender shouted. "It's out of my hands..."

Vernon and Andrew somehow got the the magazine rack to hold open the door. Bender told Vernon it was a good idea but asked what would happen in the event of a fire. Vernon thought about it and then told Andrew to get the magazine rack back to it's original spot. Brian reminded John that the Library came with two fire exits but John told Brian to 'show Dick some respect.' Vernon pushed Andrew back to his seat.

"You're not fooling anybody, Bender. The next screw that falls out is gonna be you!" Vernon turned around to leave and Erin thought she was safe until, yes, Bender spoke out.

"Eat my shorts..."

Vernon spun around. "What was that?"

Bender looked Vernon in the eye and boldly said, "Eat. My. Shorts."

"You just bought yourself another Saturday, mister!"

"Oh, Christ..."

"You just bought one more right there!"

"Well, I'm free the Saturday after that... beyond that, I'm gonna have to check my calender!"

"Good! 'Cause it's gonna be filled, we'll keep going! You want another one? Say the word, just say the word! Instead of going to prison, you'll come here! Are you through?"

Erin was getting worried. The tension in the room between the two of them was burning. John already had so many detentions! Why was he adding to the list?

"No!"

"I'm doing society a favor!"

What a jerk!

"So?!"

"That's another one, right now! I've got you for the rest of your natural-born life if you don't watch your step! You want another one?"

"Yes!"

"You got it! You got another one, right there! That's another one, pal!"

"John!" Erin desperately cried out. Bender tilted his head to look at her. 'Please. Stop.' She mouthed to him.

"You through?" Vernon asked.

"Not. Even. Close. Bud!"

"Good! You got one more, right there!"

"Do you really think I give a shit?"

"Another... You through?"

"How many is that?" Bender asked.

Brian answered, "That's seven including the one when we first came in and you asked Mr. Vernon here whether Barry Manilow knew that he raided his closet."

"Now, it's eight. You stay out of it!"

"Excuse me, sir, it's seven." Brian insisted.

"Shut up, Pee Wee!"

"Sir, I don't think you should be talking to students that way."

"Was it worth it, Harley? 'Cause you just bought yourself and Johnson another Saturday detention."

Erin's jaw hung open as Vernon turned back to Bender. "You're mine, Bender. For two months, I gotcha! I gotcha!"

"What can I say? I'm thrilled!"

"Oh, I'm sure that's exactly what you want these people to believe. You know something, Bender? You ought to spend a little more time trying to do something with yourself and a little less time trying to impress people. You might be better off." Erin watched Bender sadly as Vernon spoke up to everyone. "Alright, that's it! I'm going to be right outside those doors. The next time I have to come in here, I'm cracking skulls."

John mockingly mouthed along with Vernon his last three words. Erin rolled her eyes and turned away from him. When Vernon left John shouted "Fuck you!" making Erin jump.