Thanks again to everyone who R&R'd :) Sorry to keep you all waiting! I'm back in the UK now so here's the next (and probably penultimate!) chapter. Enjoy!

"So what if there is? That's not the problem. The problem is, I can't just walk out of the library outright, especially not after last week. You think he won't be watching my every move?"

"He definitely will," Brian sighed.

"Exactly. That's why you guys have got to create a diversion," Bender told them.

"Like what? I don't see what we can possibly do that's going to distract Vernon from his lifelong ambition of keeping tabs on you," Claire said.

"We can't. There's no way," Brian shook his head, defeated. But then he noticed the look on Allison's face and concern spread across his own. "Oh no..."

Allison smiled. "I have an idea."

Bender sat in the library, eyes glued to the clock.

8.55 am.

He'd been in detention for exactly 2 hours and 55 minutes, and he was only 5 minutes away from finding out what Allison's grand plan was. She'd refused to give anything away the previous day, instead just instructing him to cause some kind of distraction at exactly 9 o'clock, and keep Vernon talking.

Getting up, Bender wandered around, thinking up something to do.

09:00 am.

Smirking, he picked up the front desk- the same one that Andrew and Claire had sat at- roared and flipped it over, making as much noise as he possibly could.

5…4…3…2…1…

"Bender! BENDER!"

Right on cue, Vernon was through the doors, this week in a bright white suit and a black shirt, no doubt pressed to perfection by the unfortunate Mrs Vernon.

"Yes Dick? How can I help?" Bender asked sagely, turning to face the teacher.

"What are you doing?! What is this?!" he cried, furious.

"What is what, sir?" he asked, feigning genuine confusion.

"THIS!" Vernon roared, pointing to the desk- a huge vein throbbing on his left temple. "WHY ARE YOU THROWING THESE DESKS AROUND THE ROOM?!"

Bender shrugged. "I just don't like that desk there. Next question."

"Can you count? How's that for a question? Do you know how many Saturdays you'll be spending here, you waste of space?" the principle demanded.

"That's 3 questions," Bender replied, smartly. "And now here's one for you- do you often come to school dressed as John Travolta, or are you just going through your Saturday Night Fever phase?"

Vernon scoffed, about to come back with a retort when something caught Bender's eye from beyond the library doors.

"Dick? Did you know your office was on fire?"

"Nice try wastoid, if you think for one second that I'm that stupid-" he began.

But seeing that, for once, Bender didn't have a smug smirk on his face, Vernon turned round too- seeing the smoke which was slowly but surely coming from his office door across the corridor.

Cursing under his breath, he rushed out to see what was going on.

Unsure of how long he had, Bender grabbed his coat and exited the library.

"Guess that's what you call a disco inferno these days," he muttered to himself, as he made his way down the corridor in the direction of the gymnasium.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Bender arrived just minutes ahead of time, as the cheer squad were chanting out another cheesy song, and two sweaty-looking meatheads were shaking hands in the centre of the mat.

"Ladies," he said simply, sitting himself down on the bench between Brian and Claire.

"You made it," she smiled, impressed. "Where's Allison?"

"I dunno."

"You didn't come together? Was she there?" Claire frowned.

"Obviously she was there. You know, if he's… here," Brian stated.

"Alright, fine. But where is she now?" the redhead pressed.

"Like I said, I don't know," Bender shrugged. "You know what she's like. A law unto herself. She'll be around somewhere, getting all hot under the collar over Sporto."

Claire shrugged. "I guess so. So what did she do to get you out of there?"

"Let's just say Dick's gonna be pretty glad that the school comes equipped with fire exits at either end of the library," he smirked.

Claire choked back laughter, and Brian looked horrified, but no one had time to say anything because the next wrestling match was announced: Andrew Clark (State High School Champion) versus Lewis Daniels.

"Have you seen the size of that guy?" Brian asked, his voice a little more high-pitched than usual.

The coach had silenced the crowd now, in preparation to blow the whistle that signalled the start of the match.

"GO SPORTO GO!" Bender bellowed, gaining a sharp nudge of disapproval from Claire.

Coach Carr blew his whistle.

Just a short one, since I've decided I'm going to do one final chapter. I'll be back soon this time, I promise!