AN: The weather was pretty gross, and it didn't put me in a mood to write. However, now it's nice out =) so here it is. Thanks for reading.
After third period, Claire and Samantha were walking in the hall. Claire thought it was best that she didn't try to find John.
"So how did it go?" Sam asked, as she went to lean on a wall.
"How did what go?" Claire asked, stopping to talk to her.
"Detention, silly!" Sam exclaimed.
"Oh, that." Claire said, rolling her eyes.
"It seems like it must have been pretty interesting, considering that girl that came up to you." Sam laughed.
Claire was trying to think fast. She didn't know how much she actually wanted to tell Sam, if anything at all.
"Well, yeah, actually her name is Allison, and, okay, she's weird, but she's actually not that insane." Claire admitted.
"Oh, did you talk to her or something?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, I mean, there wasn't that much to do there, except write a paper." Claire said, at least she wasn't lying, she thought.
"Oh, sounds pretty lame." Sam said.
"Yeah, it was pretty bor-" Claire didn't finish her sentence, because she noticed someone standing in between her, and Sam. She slowly turned, and she saw that it was John.
"Cherry." John greeted her.
"Hi," Claire quickly scanned the both of them, "John." she started walking, while Bender and Sam followed her. Sam looked on, she had only seen John in the halls before. She was questioning what was going on.
"So," John began, "what is goin' on here? Talking about me?" John asked.
Claire wasn't sure if he was joking, and gave a short confused laugh. Sam on the other hand, looked on, she glanced at Claire.
"No." Claire stated, she made it to her locker.
"Who are you again?" Sam asked, looking at John. He looked at her quickly, but didn't respond.
"Maybe we should talk later." Claire suggested to John.
"Or we could talk right now." John said, leaning against a locker. He was now blocking Samantha.
"Or, maybe we can talk later." Claire said, lowering her voice.
John gave a menacing smile, looking at both of them, and walked away, leaving Claire feeling uneasy.
"What just happened?" Sam asked.
"I'm not sure." Claire said.
"Well what did he want?" Sam asked.
"I'm not sure." Claire said, standing there staring into space.
"Why would you be talking about him?" Sam asked.
"I-" Claire said, "I don't know, I'll see you later." Claire said.
"Okay," Samantha said, "Bye." she couldn't get the words out fast enough, before Claire was gone.
Claire assumed that wasn't the last time she would be talking to John. She thought he understood that her life didn't allow for him to be in it, but then she thought that it was John Bender, and he wasn't going to make things easy.
Allison was sitting in the hall by her locker, she decided to not go to fourth period. She started walking the halls, till she reached John's locker. She remembered it from detention; also there was no lock. She wondered if he even noticed it was gone. She continued walking the hallway, moving her fingers across the lockers, she wondered which one was Andy's. She knew she was near it, she had seem him in that hallway before, and knew he was a senior. She thought about his patch that was still in her bag. It made her smile. She walked around, trying to hide from teachers and faculty when she saw them coming. She slid down a wall of lockers, and sat on the floor for awhile. When the bell began to ring, she looked at all of the people coming out of classrooms. After some of the people cleared, she peered around the corner. She saw Andrew heading to his locker. She stood up, and looked around the corner again. She looked around for a moment, and then began walking over to him.
"Hi."
Andrew heard a voice behind him, and turned to look, "Hey." he greeted.
"Hey." Allison repeated, smiling, "What are you doing?" she asked.
"Um, putting books in my locker." Andrew laughed.
"Right." Allison smirked.
"What are you doing?" Andrew asked.
"Well, I skipped class, and.." Allison said, "walked around."
"Oh." Andrew said, trying not to laugh.
"Then I saw you here." Allison said, "...I figured I'd come say hi."
Andrew closed his locker, and stood there looking at Allison, "Oh..cool."
"Yeah, cool." Allison smirked.
"Well, listen, I gotta go." Andrew said, "Maybe I'll see you later."
Allison smiled and nodded, "Okay." she hoped she would.
Brian walked fast through the hall, he had his next class to get too. He almost didn't hear Mrs. Iverson calling for him. When he saw that it was her, he became nervous. He didn't know why she would need to speak with him.
"Excuse me! Brian Johnson." Mrs. Iverson yelled, outside her door.
"Oh, um, sorry, Mrs. Iverson, I was running be-," Brian tried saying, "because I didn't want to be late to my class."
"You're not in trouble, Johnson." Mrs. Iverson stated, "Come in a minute." she said, walking inside her room.
Brian entered cautiously, he didn't want to be late to his class.
"Come over, and sit down." Mrs. Iverson said, tapping on a desk. Brian, of course, did what he was told.
"Is there something wrong with my grade?" Brian asked, nervously.
"No, of course not, you have the best grade in class." Mrs. Iverson said, "However, that's why I needed to talk to you."
"Do you know who John Bender is? He sits over there." Mrs. Iverson pointed.
Brian's eyes widened, "Um, y-yes, I guess I do." he shrugged.
"You're not his friend?" she asked.
"Uh." Brian wasn't sure how to answer, "N-no." he shook his head.
"Good." she said, "Because I would like you to be his tutor, it's to help his grade, and I need someone who is honest."
"Uh, oh." Brian said, he was becoming sweaty.
"You two seem to have the same study hall, and you're doing perfectly fine in this class, so you were the perfect choice." she said.
"Oh." Brian said.
"It's been awhile since he has come to class, and I want you to help him with what he's missed, and make sure he shows up." she explained.
"Um, okay." Brian agreed, wiping his brow.
"Are you okay, Johnson?" she asked, looking concerened.
"Perfect." Brian smiled.
"Just make sure to fill me in on how you both are doing." she demanded.
"Okay." Brian said, standing, "Is he, um, are we getting graded or something for this?" he asked.
"You don't need to worry about that." she replied, smiling, "Thank you, Brian."
Brain stood there, not moving.
"Goodbye." she smiled.
"Bye." he replied.
Brian returned the smile, and walked out of the classroom. He found himself feeling annoyed. He worked his butt off, and there was John who didn't show up in months who might end up getting away with it, he thought to himself. Even worse, he was the one who had to help him.
Claire was sitting at a lunch table with a bunch of her friends; she had a bagged lunch as usual, except she wasn't eating it. She was staring at her soda, and stirring it.
"Claire?" her friend Melissa asked; looking at her confused.
"Hey, Claire? Anyone home?" Melissa asked, again.
"Oh, sorry, did one of you say something?" Claire asked her friends.
"Yeah, we have been saying your name, for like, twenty minutes." Jenn said, even though it was far less than that.
"Sorry, I must be sick or something."
"Maybe you caught something from someone in detention." Jenn said laughing.
"Very funny." Claire responded without laughing.
"How was it?" Melissa asked.
"I already asked her how detention was." Sam replied instead, "She had to write a paper." Sam said, looking at Claire.
"Yeah, it was pretty stupid." Claire added; she wondered if Sam had an idea of what was going on.
"Whatever, who was there?" Jenn asked, curiously.
"It was just some kids."Claire stated; she started stirring her soda again.
"But who?" Mellisa asked.
"You probably don't know most of them, Brian Johnson, Andrew Clark, um, and Allison something.." Claire answered.
"Wow, that must have been torture." Jenn said.
"It wasn't totally bad." Claire said.
"Not that bad? You really are sick." Melissa said, while checking Claire's forehead with her hand.
"Well, I mean, Andy was there." Claire shrugged.
"That's true." Melissa said, "I'd die to be stuck in detention with Andrew Clark."
"Ugh, not if you have to spend it with some kid named Brian Johnson." Jenn corrected her, rolling her eyes.
"So, what are we doing this weekend, guys?" Samantha asked, trying to change the subject.
Claire became distracted when she noticed Allison sitting alone, she almost choked on her food. She didn't know Allison was in her lunch period. She, of course, never noticed her before. Allison was taking things out of a lunch bag. Claire thought it looked like the same weird stuff Allison ate in detention. Claire made a face, looking disgusted.
"Are you going to be sick?" Jenn asked, moving her chair, so nothing could possibly reach her.
Sam turned to see what Claire was looking at, and she saw Allison, "Claire?" she asked.
"Yeah, sorry, I don't feel well." Claire said, "I don't know, who knows, maybe I'm grounded this weekend for something."
Claire's friends looked at her, she was acting strange. Allison was eating her Cap'n Crunch lunch, and she noticed Claire sitting with her friends, but she wasn't looking. She started chewing faster, when she finished, she let her mess sit on the table. She got up, and walked casually over to Claire's table, and Claire was seeing it happen. Allison stood near Claire's table with her hands folded, she was scanning the girls around Claire. Jenn, and Sam turned around. Everyone at Claire's table looked at Allison.
"Hello." Claire said, she started getting her trash together.
"Hi." Allison said, "I didn't know you were in my lunch." she said, looking at Claire.
"Well, I am." Claire flashed a smile.
"What were you talking about ear-" Allison started talking, but Claire interrupted, "We'll be right back."
Claire grabbed her trash, and Allison.
"What are you doing?" Claire asked.
"I didn't understand the pencil thing." Allison said, "I was talking about your clothes."
"I know." Claire sighed, "Just keep them."
"Okay." Allison said, "Is there something wrong?" she asked.
"No, everything is fine." Claire said, she threw out her trash, "I'm going to go sit back with my friends."
"Fine." Allison said.
"Bye." Claire flashed a smile, and went to sit down.
Allison went to her table, and threw out her trash. She decided not to sit back down, and instead started walking the halls. She wasn't going anywhere specific. It was better than sitting alone. She saw John in the hallway at his locker. He was getting a jacket. Allison slowly walked up behind him, and John felt her poking him.
"Hey." Allison said.
"What?" John asked.
"Are you going somewhere?" Allison asked.
"I'm going out to smoke." John replied, while quickly showing the cigarettes he had in his hand.
"Yeah." Allison replied, seeing them, "Well, is this your lunch period?" she asked, folding her arms.
"No." John said, "I thought they stopped having hall monitors in the seventh grade." he said, sarcastically.
John began to leave, but Allison stopped him, "Hey, wait a minute."
John stopped, and turned. She was searching through her huge bag.
"Do you always carry that much shit in your bag?" John asked.
She thought that sounded familiar, "I do." Allison replied. She found his lock.
"Here." Allison said, holding it out.
John grabbed it, "You took my lock?" he asked.
"Yeah, sorry." Allison laughed.
"Can I ask why?" he asked, looking at her like she was crazy.
"I don't know, I mean, why not?" Allison explained, "It could be useful." she added.
"Sure." John laughed, "See ya."
Allison watched him leave, and then looked around at the empty hall. All of a sudden the bell began to ring, and people started coming out of their classes.
