An obnoxiously loud snapping noise filled the room. I looked ahead to see Allison Reynolds in the back gnawing on her nails. She was clad all in black and had a mildly disheveled appearance. Her short unkempt dark hair fell into her dark eyes. I blew some hair out of my face and turned away. She was one of my "kinda-sorta" friends. I never had a problem with her, we had some classes together and she's been to most of the parties that my friends and I threw. Once she warmed up to you somewhat, she was a blast to hang out with, we just never had one of those defining moments of friendship that brought us closer together.

I turned my attention to my jacket, unbuttoning it and shrugging it off my shoulders and on to the chair. I was wearing a black The Vibrators band T-shirt that I had cut and sewn into a formfitting tank top, a black belt was fastened around a pair of cutoff jean shorts; beneath the shorts I wore a pair of sheer black tights that had runs and holes in the left leg, and finally my cherry tinted mid-calf Doc Marten combat boots attached to my feet. I once again rested my boot clad feet on the desk while I leaned back in my chair, observing the people around me.

They were all turned towards Allison, staring. Bender decided to speak up

"You keep eating your hand and you're not gonna be hungry for lunch."

His comment was met with Allison spitting her nail at him. I grinned at her disgruntled expression before shifting my gaze to my legs to play with the fraying edges of my shorts.

"I've seen you before you know..." he paused before continuing. "and I've seen y—HELLO!"

I felt several eyes on me so I looked up to see everyone staring at me. I glowered at them before I snapped at them.

"What the fuck are ya starin' at?" My fading New Yorker accent was more obvious to them now after hearing each other speak.

Princess, Letterman and nerd immediately cowed and averted their gaze. I took note of the repulsed expressions from the princess and the jock. Fuck them. Allison made a happy squeak as she gave me a subtle wave. I bobbed my head in acknowledgment while attempting to ignore to Bender who was wearing a cheeky grin, letting his eyes roam over my body. I watched him out of the corner of my eye and noticed he was dressed pretty much the same as he always was. He wore a gray woolen trench coat and a red scarf, a denim jacket, a red flannel button up with a Henley style thermal underneath, a pair of dark pants and biker boots. I shot him a glare before turning my head forward facing the nerd. He was wearing a brown jacket over green knitted sweater and khaki trousers. He didn't notice me looking at him as he started playing with his pen while rambling to himself.

"Who do I think I am? Who are you? Who are you?"

I furrowed my brow as I watched him attach the pen to his upper lip, pushing the pen up his nose before quietly declaring, "I am a walrus."

My eyebrows raised so high, I swear they met my hairline. I kept my mouth in a grim line and just stared at him, trying to figure out what the fuck he was doing. He looked over in Bender's direction first before scrambling to remove the pen from his mouth. When his gaze fell on me, he flushed before abandoning the pen all together. He gave a weak, embarrassed laugh to no one in particular.

I watched in amusement as he and Bender began removing their coats simultaneously. They both paused and looked at each other. Upon seeing the death glare from Bender, the nerd stopped removing his midway. He waited until Bender had his coat all the way off before looking at me. He rubbed his hands together while faking a shiver and pulling his jacket back on. I met his gaze with an arched brow, silently trying to ask, 'what the hell are you doing?'

He flushed and whipped his head to face Bender. "It's the shits, huh?"

I bit my bottom lip to avoid laughing when I saw Bender glaring at him. The nerdy guy let out another nervous laugh as Bender turned away from him. He crumpled up his paper and tosses it at the Claire. It went over her head and fell onto the ground in front of her table. Ms. Prissy and Letterman both rolled their eyes and sighed but didn't acknowledge the culprit behind the paper ball.

I leaned down and pulled my rucksack on to my lap. I rummaged through it and grabbed out my green Aladdin Stanley thermos setting on the desk before dropping my bag back on the floor next to me. I poured some coffee into the cup that worked as a cover. I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out my cigarettes and lighter. I took out a cigarette and tapped the end on the table, packing the tobacco before placed the filter between my lips. I lit the cigarette and replaced my cigs and lighter back into my jacket pocket. I took a generous drink of coffee, smiling at the liquid heat warming my body. I took a long drag of my cigarette, enjoying the nicotine and caffeine high making my head tingle.

I was called out of my blissful state when Bender decided to sing out the tune to "Sunshine Of Your Love" with the word "nah". I smiled when I saw him doing a poor attempt at air guitar.

"Ugh, I can't believe this is really happening to me..." Claire muttered to herself in a holier-than-thou tone that pissed me off. Bender abruptly stopped singing. I was about to snap at her but he cut me off.

"Oh shit! What're we s'posed to do if we hafta take a piss?"

I was extremely annoyed that I was cut off so he could be obnoxious. Claire looked accosted as she said, "Please.."

He ignored her. "If you gotta go…." He paused and the sound of pants unzipping filled the room before he continued. "You gotta go!"

Oh hell no. I noticed everyone else gaping at him as I snarled at him. "Don'tcha fuckin' dare!"

"Oh my God!" Claire groaned in disgust.

The jock looked pissed as he snapped at Bender. "Hey! Yer not urinating in here man!"

I should have known that the attention would just egg him on. He had a mischievous glint in his eye while he continued, clearly enjoying the spectacle he was making.

"Don't talk! Don't talk! It makes it crawl back up!"

The athlete was having none of this shit and tried to intimidate Bender. "You whip it out and you're dead before the first drop hits the floor!"

I rolled my eyes as I leaned forward and ashed on his desk before lounging back to sip my coffee.

Bender feigned shock as he gasped. "You're pretty sexy when you get angry...Grrr!"

As he did his fake and extremely flamboyant growl, I involuntarily spewed out the drink of coffee I had in my mouth. I shook with laughter trying to compose myself. It was to no avail when I saw that I accidentally showered the poor nerds table, who looked down at his desk with a horrified expression.

"Oh my gawd! I'm so sorry!" I managed to get out between the fits of giggles wracking my frame. Apparently, speaking to him got him even more flustered than looking at him, because he just stammered and stumbled over his words. He finally got out a barely audible, "S'okay" but he refused to meet my gaze.

When I finally calmed myself, I noticed everyone but the nerd staring at me again. The jock looked incredibly annoyed and Claire stared at me as if I had grown a second head. Allison smiled and shook her head before returning to her drawing. Bender had a smug smirk on his face, waggling his eyebrows at me, seemingly pleased that someone found him funny.

"Jesus Christ! Wudya assholes quit starin me? I am allowed to laugh, ya know?" I scowled at them as I put out my cigarette on the sole of my boot.

"Jeez" The jock grumbled under his breath before turning to Claire trying to soothe her ruffled feathers.

Bender raised an eyebrow at me, like he was trying to challenge me. An evil grin lit up his features as he turned to the nerd.

"Hey, homeboy..." The nerdy guy looked up in surprise while motioning to himself with his pen. Bender gave a slight nod before continuing.

"Why don't you go close that door. We'll get the prom queen..Impregnated!"

God, he's an ass.

Author's Note: Here's the second chapter! I am currently working on more chapters at the moment. I hope you guys enjoyed this! Let me know what you think!