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There was a long silence before Allison spoke up again.

"I've never did it either. I'm not a nymphomaniac. I'm a compulsive liar." Allison said and then Claire got furious. "You are such a bitch! You did that on purpose just to fuck me over!" Claire exclaimed. "I would do it though. If you love someone, it's okay." Allison said. "I can't believe you. You're so weird. You don't say anything all day and when you open your mouth, you unload these tremendous lies over me." Claire said. "You say it like there is a problem with being weird." I growled, but John's arms tightened around me.

"You're just pissed off because she got you to admit something you didn't want to admit to." Andrew said. "Okay, fine. But that doesn't make it any less bizarre." Claire said. "What's bizarre? I mean we're all pretty bizarre. Some of us are just better at hiding it." Andrew said. "How are you bizarre?" Claire asked. Andrew was silent then Allison spoke up. "He can't think for himself." she said. "She's right. Do you guys know, uh, what I did to get in here?" Andrew asked. We all stared at Andrew continuing on. "I taped Larry Lester's buns together." Andrew said. Claire laughed while Brian stares at Andrew in shock.

"That was you?" Brian asked. "Yeah. You know him?" Andrew asked. "Yeah, I know him." Brian replied. "Then, you know how harry he is, right?" Andrew asked. "When they pulled the tape off, most of his hair came off and some skin." Andrew continued. "Oh, my God." Claire said as I winced at that thought. "And the bizarre thing is...is that I did it for my old man." Andrew continued.

"I tortured this poor kid because I wanted him to think that I was cool. He's always going off about, you know, when he was in school. All the wild things he used to do. And I got the feeling that he was disappointed that I never cut loose on anyone, right? So, I'm sittin' in the locker room and I'm taping up my knee. And Larry's undressing a couple lockers down from me. And…he's kind of skinny. He's weak. And I started thinking about my father and his attitude about weakness. And the next thing I knew, I jumped on top of him and started wailing on him. And my friends, they just laughed and cheered me on. And afterwards, when I was sitting in Vernon's office, all I could think about was Larry's father and Larry having to go home and… and explain what happened to him. And… the humiliation, the fucking humiliation he must have felt. It must have been unreal. I mean, how do you apologize for something like that? There's no way." Andrew had started with tears welling up in his eyes. "It's all because of me and my old man. God, I fucking hate him. He's like this...he's like this mindless machine that I can't relate to anymore. "Andrew! You've got to be number one! I won't tolerate any losers in this family. Your intensity's for shit! Win! Win! Win!" You son of a bitch. You know, sometimes my knee would give then I wouldn't be able to wrestle anymore. Then he could forget all about me." Andrew said, having pure anger in his tone of voice and trying to hold back tears.

I never knew that Andrew Clarke, king of all jocks, would think of his reputation like that.

"I think your old man and my old man should get together and go bowling." John said. Andrew softly chuckled at that. Then, I noticed that Brian was silent, like he was lost in thought.

"It's like me, you know, with my grades. Like when I...when I...when I step outside myself and like when I look in at myself, you know. And I...and I see me. I don't like what I see. I really don't." Brian started. "What's wrong with you? Why don't you like yourself?" Claire asked, getting concerned for Brian. "Sounds stupid, but... because I'm failing shop." Brian said and when he said that, John perks up.

"We had this assignment, you know, to create this, like, ceramic elephant and we had eight weeks to do it. And then, you know, we're supposed to… It was like a lamp. And when, you know, you pull it, the trunk, the light was supposed to go on. But my light didn't go on. I got an F on it. I've never got an F in my life." Brian explained. I know how Brian feels because I have never gotten an F in my life as well. "When I signed up, you know, for the course, I mean, I thought I was playing it real smart, you know, 'cause I thought, you know, I'll take shop. It'll be an easy way to maintain my grade point average." Brian explained.

"Why'd you think it'd be easy?" John asked. "Have you seen some of the dopes that take shop?" Brian asked. "I take shop. You must be a fuckin' idiot." John said. "I'm a fuckin' idiot because I can't make a lamp?" Brian retorted. "No, you're a genius because you can't make a lamp." John retorted. "What do you know about trigonometry?" Brian asked. "I could care less about trigonometry." John retorted. "Bender, did you know without trigonometry, there would be no engineering?" Brian asked. "Without lamps, there'd be no light." John said and then Claire broke up the banter between the two.

"Okay, so neither one of you is any better than the other one." Claire said. "I can write with my toes." Allison speaks up. We all look over at her. "I can also eat, brush my teeth…" Allison continues. "With your feet?" Claire asked. "Play Heart and Soul on the piano." Allison finishes off. "I can make spaghetti." Brian said. "What can you do?" Claire asked Andrew. "I can, uh, tape all of your buns together." Andrew said. "I can do anything that has to do with the arts. Singing, dancing, acting, playing the flute, stuff like that." I said. "I wanna see what Claire can do." John said.

Oh, god. Don't start.

"I can't do anything." Claire said. "Everyone can do something." John said. "There's one thing I can do. No, forget it. It's way too embarrassing." Claire said, shaking her head. "You ever seen Wild Kingdom. That guy's been doing that show for 30 years." John said. "Okay. But you got to swear to God you won't laugh." Claire said. "I can't believe I'm actually doing this." Claire muttered as she pulls out some lipstick. She sticks the lipstick in between her breasts and started to apply her makeup and when she looked up, it was applied on, perfectly.

We all applauded at that. "All right. That's great." Andrew said. "Where'd you learn to do that?" I asked. "Camp, 7th grade." Claire said. John was clapping really slowly and sarcastically.

"That was great, Claire. My image of you is totally blown." John said as Claire wipes off the lipstick. I slapped him on the arm. "Don't be mean." I hissed. "You're a shit. Don't do that to her. You swore to God you wouldn't laugh." Allison said. "Am I laughing?" John asked. "You fuckin' prick!" Andrew growled. John turns to Andrew. "What do you care what I think anyway? I don't even count, right? I could disappear forever and it wouldn't make any difference. I may as well not even exist at this school, remember?" John said, recalling the first few moments that we had spent together in detention when Andrew said that.

John turns back to Claire. "And you...don't like my anyway." he said to her. "You know, I have just as many feelings as you do and it hurts just as much when somebody steps all over them." she said. "God, you're so pathetic. Don't you ever, ever compare yourself to me, okay? You got everything and I got shit. Fuckin' Rapunzel, right? School would probably shut down if you didn't show up. Queenie isn't here." he started and tears were welling up Claire's eyes. "I like those earrings, Claire." John said. "Shut up." she muttered. "Are those real diamonds, Claire?" he asked. "Shut up!" she said, getting a little louder. "I bet they are. Did you work for the money for those earrings…" he continued. "Shut your mouth." she said. "Or did your daddy buy those for you?" he asked. "Shut up!" she yelled. "I bet he bought those for you. I bet those were a Christmas gift, right? You know what I got for Christmas this year? It was a banner fucking year at the old Bender family. I got a carton of cigarettes. The old man grabbed me and said, "Hey, smoke up, Johnny!" Okay, so go home and cry to your daddy. Don't cry here, okay?" he said. It was silent then Andrew spoke up.

"My God, are we gonna be like our parents?" Andrew asked. "Not me. Ever." Claire said. Andrew's question was enough to sent me over the edge. "I will never ever be like those neglectful, arrogant bitches that I am forced to call mom and dad." I said, darkly. "It's unavoidable. It just happens." Allison said. "What happens?" Claire asked. "When you grow up, your heart dies." Allison said. "Who cares?" John asked. "I care." Allison said. "So do I." I said.