"Why is that door closed?" questionned the vice-principal.

"How are we supposed to know? We're not supposed to move, right?" retorted my brother.

Dick glared at John before turning to Claire, expecting the answer he wants from the prom queen.

"Why?"

"We were just sitting here, like we were supposed to."

I'm sure he knew we weren't going to tell him the thruth, but he kept trying anyway. He looked at my brother once more, asking more harsly.

"Who closed that door?"

"I think a screw fell out of it..."

"It just closed, sir..." added the jock.

Vernon looked at Allison next, asking the same question. The only answer he received from her was a squeak then she hit her head on the table. At least we know she won't talk, I'm pretty sure she didn't say a single word since we got here.

"She doesn't talk sir." explained John

"Give me that screw."

"I don't have it, screws fall out all of the time, the world is an imperfect place..."

"He has a point..." I muttered.

"Besides, why would anybody want to steal a screw?" Claire added.

"Watch it, ladies."

He gave up and went to the door, trying to find a way to keep it open. He picked up a folding chair and put it in front of the door, like it would do something. Ha.

"The door's way too heavy, sir." commented my brother.

He was ignored by the vice-principal who released the door... that should be fun.

As I expected, the door slammed shut once again, the chair flying somewhere in the hallway. Like I said; funny.

Rich came back in and asked Andrew to come help him put the magazine rack in front of the door.

"How come Andrew gets to get up? If he gets up, we'll all get up, it'll be anarchy!" protested John.

"I vote anarchy!" I yelled and stood up on the table and jumping on Brian's table, making him laugh a bit, but he stopped once he saw Vernon looking at us.

"Bender junior, sit the hell down or I'll get you down." he threatened.

"I'm older than John!" I exclaimed, sticking my tongue out at him, "And that's real clever sir, the magazine rack, I mean, but, what if there's a fire? I think violating fire codes and endangering the lives of children would be unwise at this juncture in your career, sir." I added when I saw that the rack was now blocking the entire door, making it very difficult to pass.

Vernon realised I'm right and yelled at Andrew to get the rack out of the way. I smirked at our victory, the door will stay closed for the day.

"You know the school comes equipped with fire exits at either end of the library." Johnson spoke up, looking up at me and pointing the exits.

"Shh, Vernon didn't realise that, it'll be our secret, genius boy." I said, winking at him.

"Alright, Bender senior." he laughed.

Ok, I may be older, but Bender Senior doesn't sound right... Anyway, I don't care since Brian called me that.

"Braelynn Bender, I already told you to get the fuck off the fucking table!" Dick yelled, suddenly pulling at my arm forcefully to get me down. He used so much force that I ended up on my ass and his hand left a mark on me. Like I didn't have enough already. Fucking bullshit, "That will cost you three more detentions."

"Fuck off." I replied.

"Here's one more!"

"Can't wait, Dick." I muttered.

"Another one, are you happy now?"

"Oh, very."

"Well, if that makes you so happy, you have another one!"

"Stop it!" John yelled at me.

"Listen to your brother, Bender junior. And you, Mr., you're not fooling anybody! The next scew that falls out is gonna be you!"

Well, I now have 8 detentions... I didn't think about what I was doing until I was done... now John had to get in trouble seven more times because of me... I feel bad, only because of our stupid 'we always get detentions together'. Well, we have a good reason for that, but I don't know how our parents will react about us having 8 fucking detentions, we never went that far. I don't even know what took over me, I'm not like that usually... maybe I wanted to impress Johnson, I don't know... but I'm pretty sure I freaking him out more than anything. Oh well.

Vernon was about to leave when my brother muttered something.

"What was that?" questionned Rich.

"Eat. My. Shorts. You can't just grab my sister like that, it's really unprofessional, Dick!"

Oh no. I hoped he wouldn't get in trouble so quickly, I could've changed his mind, I don't know how, but I could've... now it's too late and this is going to be a freaking disaster.

"You just bought yourself another Saturday, mister!"

"Well, I'm free the Saturday after that... beyond that, I'm gonna have to check my calendar!"

"Good! 'Cause it's gonna 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!"

"So?"

"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!"

"You got it! You got another one right there, that's another one pal!"

I tried to shake my head at John, signaling to him that he should stop, but he just shook his head in return before looking in front of him.

Claire also tried to get him to stop, but he ignored her and stared at Vernon with a hard look on his face.

"You through?" questioned Rich.

"Not even close, bud!"

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

"You really think I give a shit?"

"Another..."

The vice-principal let a little moment of silence before asking my brother if he was through. He hesitated, looking at me. He probably lost count of the detentions he had, so he didn't know if he had to stop or not.

"How many is that?"

I was right.

"Seven, if you count the first one you got this morning, you should stop, bro." I answered him.

"Now it's eight. And you stay out of it, Bender junior."

"Excuse me, sir, it's seven." argued Brian, throwing a small smile in my direction right after he said it. I returned it before freaking Vernon interupt our moment.

"Shut up, peewee!" he turned to look at me and my brother before continuing talking "You're mine, Benders... for two months I gotcha! I gotcha!"

I zoned out a bit after that, I was staring blankly at the ground, still sitting on it, replaying what just happened in my head. Everything escalated so quickly...

I don't want to go home and explain that to mom and mostly dad...

"Are you alright, B?" the voice of my brother got me out of my daze.

He was crouched next to me, his hand placed gently on my shoulder and he was looking at me in worry.

"I'm good... stupid prick that can't take a freaking joke." I said, getting up rapidly, letting out a fake laugh to make my comment believable.

When I looked around, I saw everyone watching me intensly waiting for I don't know what, a bigger reaction maybe? I'm not sure, but it was annoying.

"Stop looking at me like that, please everybody?"

Andrew and Claire turned around to the front of the library, Allison shrugged and gave me a smile, John didn't look away and Brian turned his gaze on the table.

I huffed and went to sit down next to the brain, I didn't feel like talking to anybody right now and I know if I went back to my place John would want to talk and stuff.

I sat down right next to him and placed my head on his shoulder. He went to talk, but I interupted him.

"Don't talk, please, or I'll switch place. And I don't want that, so, please, shut up."

2 updates today 'cause I disapeared for way too long xD I know this chapter had a lot of talking, so sorry 'bout that... but I kinda loved that chapter, Braelynn's musical side will show more in the next chapters, I didn't developp as much as I wanted with that, but it'll hopefully come because I had great plans for her with music and stuff
So I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I'll try to update soon, please tell me what you think, I really appreciate your comments guys!:)/p