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She must have fallen asleep because the next thing she knew she heard her father say, "Wake up!" She opened her eyes, finding herself looking into chocolate brown eyes. It seemed while she was asleep, John had pulled her chair closer to his and had laid his head next to hers on the make shift pillow. His arm was flung around her, his hand seemingly found its way underneath both of her shirts to rest on her side, his hand feeling like a hot brand against her skin.
"Who has to go to the lavatory?" Vernon asked. Mia raised her hand, feeling the hand on her skin disappear and appearing above John's head as he too raised his hand.
Mia stood up along with everyone else to go to the bathroom. She noticed that John had put his jacket around her shoulders probably while she was sleeping and gently laid it down on the table with a small smile.
They all returned a few minutes later from the bathrooms and they all moved around to stretch. Mia moved to sit next to Ally, the two talking softly to each other about Ally's new picture.
Bender was ripping through a book while Andrew was literally stretching. Johnson was watching Bender rip the book and Princess stared at her pencil.
Allison and Mia tuned back into everyone else's conversation when they heard John ask Princess, "Who do you like better?"
Princess didn't understand, "What?"
"You like your old man better than your mom?" Bender clarified.
"They're both screwed."
"No, I mean, if you had to choose between them."
Princess looked down in thought before answering, "I don't know. I'd probably go live with my brother. I mean, I don't think either one of them gives a shit about me, it's like they use me just to get back at each other."
"HA!" Mia's head snapped to Allison who smirked at Princess and blew a piece of hair out of her face.
"Shut up," Princess said prissily. Mia grinned at Allison as Andrew smirked and told Princess, "Your just feeling sorry for yourself."
"Yea, well if I didn't, no one else would." Princess remarked.
Andrew seemed not to care, "Oh you're breaking my heart."
"Sporto," John called as he threw a card over his shoulder and jumped from the banister.
Andrew turned to him, "What?"
John raised an eye brow, "You get along with your parents?"
"Well if I say yes, im an idiot, right?" Andrew asked sarcastically. John shook his head and stood toe-to-toe to Andrew, "You're an idiot anyway. But if you say you get along with your parents; well you're a liar too." John then walked by him and started to head back to where Mia was sitting.
Andrew followed and pushed John in the shoulder. As John turned to face him, Andrew commented, "You know something man? If we weren't in school right now, I'd waste you."
John lifted his hand, his middle finger pointing downward, "Can you hear this? You want me to turn it up?" As he said this, John flipped his hand upward, giving Andrew the finger.
Johnson came over to stop them, patting their shoulders (which they both shrugged off) and said, "Hey fellas, I mean, I don't like my parents either, I don't get along with them," Andrew pushed pass Johnson and went to the back table Mia sat at earlier and leaned against it. Johnson turned his attention to John, "Their idea of parental compassion is just…wacko."
John stopped him, "Dork,"
"Yea,"
"You are a parent's wet dream. Ok?" John informed him as he patted his shoulder, pushing him to lean against the desk behind him. John then started to walk toward Andrew when Johnson said, "But that's the problem."
Mia frowned at Johnson, wondering what he was talking about as John turned to face Johnson with an annoyed look, "Look, I can see you getting all bunged up at them for making you wear these kinds of clothes. But face it; you're a Neo-Maxi-Zoom-Dweebie. What would you be doing if you weren't out making yourself a better person?"
Andrew finally had enough, "Why do you have to insult everybody?"
John turned to him, "Im being honest, asshole. I would expect you to know the difference."
"Yea, well he's got a name," Andrew was beyond tired with Bender's bullshit.
"Yea?"
"Yea." Andrew looked at Johnson, "What's your name?"
Mia snorted, "That's really helping your argument, sporto."
Andrew ignored her as John looked over and winked at her and Johnson answered, "Brian,"
"My condolences," John said sarcastically. Mia ducked her head to hide her smile, but looked up when Princess asked, "What's your name?"
John stared at her for a moment, "What's yours?"
"Claire,"
"Ka-laire?"
"Claire, it's a family name."
"Oh, it's a fat girl's name." John remarked cruelly.
Claire glared at John and said sarcastically, "Oh, thank you."
"You're welcome," John said pleasantly.
"Im not fat,"
"Well not at present but I can see you really pushing maximum density. You see im not sure if you know this but there are two kinds of fat people: there are fat people who were born to be fat and there's fat people who were once thin but they became fat. So when you look at them, you can sorta see that thin person inside. You see your going to get married, your gonna squeeze out a few puppies and then uh…" Bender mimicked someone becoming bigger and Claire flipped him off with a glare. John pulled a face of shock, "Oh, obscene finger gestures from such a pristine girl."
"Im not that pristine," Claire defended. Mia shook her head, knowing the girl was just digging herself a hole that John would gladly push her into unmercifully.
John leaned closer, becoming eye level to the red head. "Are you a virgin? I'll bet you a million dollars that you are. Lets end the suspense, is it going to be a white weddin'?"
Mia almost felt bad for the girl but she knew that Claire would just be a bitch in a few moments and Mia could go back to hating her in peace.
"Why don't you just shut up?" Her point just being proven.
"Have you ever kissed a boy on the mouth? Have you ever been felt up, over the bra, under the blouse, shoes off, hoping to god your parents don't walk in?" John said, Mia looked down in reminisce. She wasn't a virgin, having lost it with her first boyfriend who she thought she was in love with. But she hadn't been with anyone since.
"Do you want me to puke?" Claire asked him softly.
John continued anyways, "Over the panties, no bra, blouse unbuttoned, Calvin's in a ball on the front seat, past eleven on a school night?"
The two stared at each other before Andrew said, "Leave her alone." John ignored him and followed Claire as she turned her head away. Andrew stood up and started toward John, "I said leave her alone."
John finally looked away and turned toward Andrew, "You gonna make me?"
"Yea," Andrew said strongly.
John climbed over the desk and stood in front of Andrew, "You and how many of your friends?"
"Just me. Just you and me, two hits: Me hitting you and you hitting the floor. Anytime you're ready pal,"
John smirked and made to pat Andrew on the shoulder but Andrew grabbed his hand, swung him around and pinned him to the floor. Mia shot up, prepared to step in if needed.
She relaxed slightly when she heard John say, "I don't want to get into this with you man." Andrew let John up and Mia sat back down as the athlete asked, "Why not?"
John stood up, straightening his clothes and walked backwards toward Mia and Allison. "Cuz I'd kill you. It's real simple, I'd kill you and your fucken parents would sue me and it'd be a big mess and I don't care enough about you to bother."
As Andrew called John a "Chicken shit," John placed his hand in his pocket and pulled out a pocket knife, flipping it open. They all turned to look at him, Andrew growing wide eyed in fear.
"Johnny…" Mia warned softly. He glanced at her, staring at her for a moment before stabbing the knife into the table.
Andrew was suddenly fearless again, "Let's end this right now. You don't talk to her, you don't look at her, and you don't even think about her! You understand me?" Allison made to grab John's knife but Mia grabbed it before her, sticking it in her pocket. Ally pouted at her but didn't fight it.
"Im trying to help her," John told Andrew, mockingly.
A few minutes later, they were all sitting down in silence again. Mia was still sitting over by Allison; Brian was sitting in the seat ahead of them and John ahead of the nerd. While the two preps were in their same seats as before. They all looked up when the door opened and Carl, the janitor, came in. He went into one of the rooms, grabbing a small trash can and coming back out, greeted Brian, "Hey Brian, how are you doing?"
Brian looked down in embarrassment as Mia shot up and bounded toward the older man with a smile on her face. She slapped the back of John's head after his teasing comment of, "Your dad work here?"
John knew that Carl was the closest thing Mia had to a father in her life ever since Vernon became Principal and became a dick. He also knew that Carl and his wife, Mindy, had a small daughter that Mia baby sat for on weekends. Carl treated Mia like his own daughter, having known the young woman since she was younger and she would follow him around when her father brought her into work with him. Once Mia started having so many Saturday detentions and she became friends with John, Carl started to also see the troubled male as another one of his children. Seeing Carl was one of the high lights of both Mia and John's days, especially when it was just the two of them in detention and they could actually acknowledge that they were close to the school's janitor.
Carl narrowed his eyes at Bender at the teens comment, causing said teen to look down quickly to avoid the stern gaze. John couldn't help it, the nerd made it so easy. Carl looked toward Mia and seeing her expectant look, rolled his eyes, and reached under his cart of tools and pulled out a slim box and handed it to her. Mia grinned and hugged the man tightly before making her way back to her seat.
As she passed, John snagged the back of her shirt and pulled her onto his lap. She squeaked, feeling a blush come to her cheeks as John snatched the box from her and peaked inside. Seeing her drumsticks that she had doodled on caused him to grin. The criminal smirked at her reddened cheeks before placing the box on the table in front of them and wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer.
Carl rolled his eyes at the two and walked back into the room to place the trash can back. John breathed in Mia's shampoo before looking back up at Carl as he came back out of the room.
"Uh, Carl." Mia raised an eye brow at the mischievous twinkle in Bender's eyes as the janitor looked up at him questioningly.
Carl inwardly sighed at the glint in the criminal's eyes and asked, "What?"
"Can I ask you a question?"
Though suspicious, Carl went along with whatever Bender was going to do, "Sure."
"How does one become a janitor?" A smirk peaked up around Bender's lips by the end of his question that no one but Carl and Mia saw. Carl, glancing at the other detainee's, smirked in return; asked teasingly, "You wanna be a janitor?"
Mia bit her bottom lip as Bender squeezed her waist and said in mock seriousness, "No I just want to know how one becomes a janitor because Andrew here…" Andrew's head snapped toward Bender in alarm, "…is very interested in pursuing a career in the custodial arts."
Carl figured that Andrew must have got on Bender's nerve for the criminal to be putting him on the spot like this. "Oh really?" The older man asked mockingly to Andrew.
Bender smirked as Andrew avoided Carl's eyes. Carl looked at all of them and started to speak. Play time was over. "You guys think im some untouchable peasant, you know? Maybe so. But following a broom around with you shit heads for the last eight years, I've learned a few things. I look through your letters, look through your lockers," Carl looked expectantly at John when he said the last part. John's head snapped toward him, wide eyed. Carl raised an eye brow silently telling the criminal they would be talking about that at a later date before continuing, "I listen to your conversations, you don't know that, but I do. I am the eyes and ears of this institution my friends. By the way that clock is twenty minutes fast." Carl finished, pointing at the clock behind them as he started back out the door.
John, though wary of the later conversation, shared a grin with Mia at the groans from the other teens. Mia watched over John's shoulder as Brian glanced at his own watch and re-set the time on it. John leaned forward and ran his nose along the side of her neck, feeling her tense in his arms, and softly kissed just under her ear at her pulse point. He kept his lips on her soft skin for a moment before whispering in her ear, "Vernon is going to come in soon. We need to go back to our normal seats."
Releasing a shaky sigh, Mia stood up and, without looking at the others, went to her old seat and sat down. John followed her and sat in front of her, grinning to himself. He was silent as he wrapped his scarf that was on the table around his head and stared around blankly for a moment before he started to whistle.