"That's very funny", the jock said looking at the closed door and turned back to Bender. "Fix it."

"Am I a genius?" Bender asked with a smile.

"No, you're an asshole!"

"What a funny guy!" he continued.

"Fix the door, Bender!" the jock yelled.

"Everyone just shh!" Bender said before. "I've been here before. I know what I'm doing."

"Exactly how many times have you been in here?" I asked.

"About twice a month this year."

"Goddamn it!"

Everyone went quiet when we heard the yelling come from the other side of the door. We sat in our seats as Vernon opened the door and looked at us with suspicion.

"Why is that door closed?" he asked.

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

Vernon glared at him before turning to the popular girl. She looked straight ahead, refusing to meet his gaze.

"Why?" he asked her.

"We were just sitting here…like we're supposed to…" she nervously said, almost hesitant.

Vernon looked at us, not believing a single word any of us was telling him. He looked at Bender, walking toward him.

"Who closed that door?" he asked.

"I think a screw fell out of it", Bender lied to his face.

I looked at him, worried that he was going to get into more trouble. Bender had the screw in his pocket, how much trouble would he get if he was searched? I turned to Vernon and raised my hand slowly.

"Sir…it's my fault the door's closed", I lied. "I needed to use the restroom… and I tripped and knocked the door closed."

Bender looked at me in disbelief. It was almost as if this was the first time anyone had ever lied to this extent for him before. I looked up at Vernon who looked at Bender before looking at me, almost trying to figure out if he put me up to lying. I looked Vernon in the eye, trying to be serious about it.

"That is another detention, Miss Harris", he said.

I sit back in my chair, sighing as I covered my face with my hands. Three detentions in a row. My mom was going to kill me. Everyone watched as Vernon walked to the door, trying to figure out a way to prop open the door. He put a metal folding chair in the door, seeing if it would work.

"The door's way too heavy, sir", Bender said as we watched.

The door slammed shut, making Vernon yell in anger and making us laugh. He opened the door and came back in, pointing to the jock.

"Andrew Clark...get up here. Come on, front and center, let's go."

Well, now we knew what his name was. Andrew got up and walked toward Vernon who was dragging the magazine shelf toward the door.

"That's very clever sir, but what if there's a fire?" Bender asked. "I think violating fire codes and endangering the lives of children would be unwise at this juncture in your career, sir."

For a delinquent, Bender sure was smart about this stuff. I don't think even Brian would've come up with those kind of regulations and information.

"Alright, what are you doing with this?" Vernon said blaming it on Andrew now. "Get this out of here for God's sake! What's the matter with you? Come on! I expected a little more from a varsity letterman."

"Dick…" I mumbled underneath my breath.

Bender gave a slight nod as we watched Vernon escort Andrew back to his seat before turning to the rest of us."

"You're not fooling anybody, Bender!" he said. "The next screw that falls out is going to be you!"

"Eat my shorts…" Bender softly said, loud enough for us to hear.

I gasped and watched as Vernon walked toward him.

"What was that?" he asked.

"Eat…my…shorts", Bender repeated with no hesitation, looking him directly in the eye.

"You just bought yourself another Saturday, mister!"

"Oh, Christ..." he mumbled.

"You just bought one more right there!" Vernon added.

"He didn't do anything!" I said defending Bender against this asshole of a principal.

"You want to join him?" Vernon asked me. "Another detention, missy!"

"Well, I'm free the Saturday after that", Bender said not seeming to care about why this was happening. "Beyond that, I'm going to have to check my calendar!"

"Good!" he yelled. "Cause it's going to 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?"

"No!"

"I'm doing society a favor!" Vernon continued.

"So?" Bender asked.

"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!" Bender yelled.

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

"Stop it!" I yelled.

Everyone looked at me as I covered my ears with my arms, curling up in my chair again. I rocked back and forth in my seat as I hyperventilated. They all looked at me worried before returning to their thoughts.

"You through?" Vernon asked looking at Bender.

"Not even close, bud!" he answered.

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

At this point, I couldn't hear anymore. I slid out of my chair and hid underneath the desk, keeping my arms over my ears as my hyperventilating got faster.

"No more… no more…"

Everyone really started to get worried. Vernon looked at me underneath the table, about ready to yell at me to get out. I guess my behavior scared him because he said nothing. I couldn't focus on anything. All of this yelling was giving me flashbacks of my home life.

"How many is that?" Bender asked about his list of detentions.

"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", Brian answered.

"Now it's eight", Vernon said before turning back to Brian. "You stay out of it!"

"Excuse me, sir, it's seven", Brian said not understanding the big deal.

"Shut up, Peewee! You're mine Bender...for two months I gotcha! I gotcha!"

"What can I say?" Bender said. "I'm thrilled!"

"Oh, I'm sure that's exactly what you want these people to believe", Vernon said. "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."

Vernon looked at the rest of us, finished dealing with me and Bender.

"Alright, that's it! I'm going to be right outside those doors. The next time I hafta come in here...I'm cracking skulls!"

He turned around and walked out the door. As soon as the door slammed, Bender startled us all, yelling at the top of his lungs.

"FUCK YOU!"