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After a while of silence between the two, Bender lite another cigarette. He thought about how he had just finished two months of his other detention from another Saturday, and now he had two more. His mind wandered back to the Saturday two months ago, Allison, Brian, Andrew, and...Claire. On Monday Brian came up to him in the hallways and they talked a bit, but that was it. Andrew, that fuckin' scumbag, he just walked right by Bender without acknowledging him at all. But how could he blame him? Bender had also given no attempt to make contact also. The only person that Bender talked to from that Saturday was Allison, she was pretty cool. She was the only one that he found himself nodding to or saying hi to in the hallways like she was a normal friend. But Claire, that goddamn bitch. On Monday after Bender shouted at her down the hallways, "Yo sweets! CLAAIRE!" all he saw was a look of disgust from her, and when she turned back to her friends they were all laughing. So much for that love story. Bender made countless other attempts to talk to her, but she always pushed him away. As these thoughts flooded his head, he had no idea he was swearing silently under his breath. He snapped out of it, and looked at Nattasia. She gave him a small smile, but she could tell something was wrong.

"Are you okay?" She questioned. Her green eyes with a spark of blue in the background looked at him with care. God, had her eyes always been that beautiful? Bender thought.

"Why wouldn't I fuckin' be?" He lashed out, in a annoyed voice. He had his boot on the table and he threw his cigarette to the ground. "I just earned myself two more fuckin' months in this hell. Vernon obviously takes a liking to me, and I make tons of fuckin' friends that never talk to me at school! How would I not be okay?" He was glaring at her now, his tobacco breath filling her nostrils. She broke his eye contact. He rolled his eyes and got up violently out of his chair, hopped the rail that was next to Nattasia's desk, and sat up onto the bookshelf. He picked up a book and started to rip it, throwing the pieces everywhere imaginable.

"I know how you feel." Nattasia said in a quiet voice, looking at her bracelets on her hand. She could feel Bender looking at her, and the demolition of the books had ceased. She finally looked up at him, "About the friend thing. And detention now, I guess." All he did was stare at her, and she got the feeling she had to keep going,

"I don't have many friends." She said in a hushed voice, almost in a whisper, she covered half of her face with her curly hair, as if she was too shy to be looked at. "In middle school I had a really tight group of friends, about ten of us. We were all best friends. Then one day it just kinda...poof." She did an explosion motion with her hands. "When I entered high school I didn't have any friends except for four people. We were kinda the misfits. We still had fun and stuff, but, eh. For the past four years I have been kind of ignored in the hallways, every time I have to do a class presentation I get way to nervous that i'm going to be laughed at." She paused for a moment, Bender kept staring. He kind of felt bad for her. She didn't seem too bad. Nice, beautiful, and had a rockin' body, he thought. Nattasia continued, "I guess that not having many friends and being a shadow to the school doesn't exactly make guys turn around and take a second glance at you. I have never had a boyfriend before. I have never really fit in. I wish I had the confidence that you have." After saying all this, she gave him one of her beautiful smiles. Except it wasn't pure like the other ones, it was just like a mask, a mask to hide the pain she was feeling.

Bender was surprised by this. About everyone had at least had one boyfriend by senior year. He smirked at her and said, "Well they are fucking idiots. I'd bang you in a second." he jumped off the shelf, and was now sitting on the rail, a few feet away from her.

She laughed a bit, "I'll take that as a compliment. I'd assume you have had your share of girls after you."

Bender shrugged his shoulders, "A few. What makes you think that?" He said in a low, seductive voice, looking her body up and down. The tension was now lost in the room, and was filling with a playful atmosphere. Bender could make anyone feel better. Nattasia thought.

"Your groovy." She blurted out. She then started laughing at herself, and she could feel herself blushing.

"Groovy? I haven't heard anyone say that for a while. Are you a fuckin' hippy or something?" He said sarcastically. But he had to admit, groovy was a compliment to him. They carried on their conversation for hours, laughing and joking. Eventually Nattasia was casually resting her feet in Bender's lap as he talked about the pranks he pulled throughout the school.

Vernon walked in, "Ok, that's thirty minutes for lunch." He looked at Nattasia resting her feet on Bender, "What's this? A Lounge party?" Nattasia quickly took her feet off of Bender's lap and smirked at him.