Needless to say, Bender was finished with trying to piss off the three teens in the very front. And they were getting annoyed with him. "So… Sporto, which one of these chicks is your girlfriend?" John asked. The three tried to ignore what he was saying to them.
"Steady dates? Lovers even? Maybe a threesome? Come on, Sporto, level with me. Did you slip either of them the hot beef injection?" Bender continued. Andrew, Samantha, and Claire twisted around to face them, all furious at Bender.
"GO TO HELL!" Claire bellowed. "ENOUGH!" Andrew shouted at the same time. "FUCK OFF!" Samantha roared at the same time as them. "Hey, what's going on in there?!" Vernon shouted, hearing the three teens shouting at Bender before looking back at his paper, "Spoiled little pricks,"
Things seemed to calm down when they saw that Vernon wasn't coming in. "Scumbag," Andrew spat, facing the front again. Samantha turned back around and huffed, already having enough of Bender already.
Bender then got up from his seat and strutted over to the railing where the books were being held and hopped on it so that he was beside Claire and Andrew's table. "How about this? Let's close the door. Can't have a party with Vernon checking us out every few minutes," Bender suggested.
"It's supposed to stay open," Brian piped in, twiddling with his pencil. "So what?" John said, shaking his head at the brain. "How about you shut up? There's five other people in here, you know?" Andrew declared.
"You on his side, Matthews?" Bender said, looking in the punk's direction. "As a matter of fact, I am. You seriously got nothing better to do with your life than to cause hell for everybody else?" Samantha answered in a smartass tone.
"Oh, you're smart. You can count. You should join the wrestling team with Sporto here," John said sarcastically. "Who the hell are you to judge anyone?" Andrew questioned, sending a glare to John. He pulled his seat more against the table. "You know, you don't even belong in this school. If you disappeared forever, it wouldn't make a difference," Andrew commented.
"He's not wrong. Nobody would give a shit if you weren't here, Bender. They'd fucking replace your ass and everyone would go on acting as if nothing changed," Samantha agreed, remembering all the words her own mother would say things like that.
"Well, I just run out and join the wrestling team," John drawled. Samantha sits back against her seat, chuckling with Andrew and Claire. "Or maybe you could join the student council," Samantha commented.
"No, they wouldn't take him," Andrew replied. "Oh, I'm hurt," John said with fake sadness, his hand over his heart. "You know why guys like you knock everything?" Claire asked. John rolled his eyes at this and grumbled, "Oh this should be stunning,"
"It's because you're afraid," Claire said, making the criminal laugh loudly. "Oh, God, you richies are so smart. That's why I'm not in activities," Bender said snarkily, mocking amusement.
"You're a big coward," Claire accused. Brian, being left out, decided to speak up, "I'm in the math club," He was speaking to no one in particular. "You know, you're just too much of a scared little girl they wouldn't accept you, you don't belong so you just shit all over it," Samantha commented.
"Well, it wouldn't have anything to do with you people being assholes, now would it?" Bender said, raising his brow a bit. "Well, you wouldn't know, you don't know any of us," Claire responded.
"Oh, good one. I don't know any lepers either, but I'm not gonna go running out and join one of their fucking clubs," Bender replied. "Hey, let's watch the mouth, huh," Andrew scolded but was quickly ignored.
"I'm in the Physics clubs, too," Brian interjected, making Samantha look over her shoulder at him. Brian really wanted to contribute to the conversation. Bender looks at Claire for a second. "S'cuse me a sec," he says before looking up at Brian, "What're you babbling about?"
"W-Well, what I said was, I'm in the math club, Latin club, and the physics club," Brain said, counting with his fingers. Bender nodded and turned back to Claire. "Hey, Cherry, you belong in the physics club?" he said, leaning forward towards Claire. Claire looked up at him with raised brows.
"That's an academic club," she said in a smart-ass tone. Samantha rolled her eyes at this girl's intelligence. She was too smart for her own good. "So?" Bender shrugged. "They aren't the same as other kinds of clubs," Claire said.
"Oh, but to dorks like him," Bender said, pointing to Brian, "They are. What do you do in your club?" Brian shakes his head and stuttered, "In physics, um, we ah, talk about physics, about properties of physics,"
"Oh, so it's social! Demented and sad, but social. Right?" Bender said. Brian quickly nodded at what John said. "I guess you could consider it a social situation. There are other kids in my club and uh, at the end of the year we have, you know, a big banquet, at the, uh, Hilton," Brian stuttered.
"You load up, you party?" Bender asked, enjoying Brian's reactions to his comment. "Only burners like you get high," Claire said, then looks over at Samantha, "Or punks like her," Samantha glared at Claire, daggers shooting at her.
Brian continued to talk though, "I didn't have any shoes. So had to borrow my dads. It's kinda weird 'cause my mom doesn't like me to wear other people's shoes. My cousin Keny… Kendall from, uh, Indiana…. He got high once and you know, he started eating weird foods. He then, uh, just felt like he didn't belong anywhere. You know, kinda, uh, Twilight Zone, kinda,"
"Sounds like you," Claire said, looking directing at Bender. "Look, you guys keep this up and Vernon's gonna come right in here. I got a meet this Saturday and I'm not gonna miss it on the account of you boneheads," Andrew piped in. Bender shook his head before continuing to speak with a fake groan of agony, "Oh, wouldn't that be a bite. Missing a whole wrestling meet,"
"Well, you wouldn't know about that, asshat! I speak for everyone, that you've never had the balls to compete in anything for your entire life. Don't know how you sleep at night," Samantha said angrily. They were heading for the danger zone, however, Bender kept pushing it.
"Oh, I know. I feel all empty inside because of it. I have a deep admiration for guys like Sporto that roll around on the floor with other guys," Bender laughed at the expense of Andrew. Andrew calmed down enough to not lose his temper on Bender. "Ah, you'd never miss it. You don't have any goals," Andrew said.
"Oh, but I do," Bender said. "Yeah?" Andrew said, looking at him suspiciously, giving Bender a dark look. "Yeah, I wanna be just. Like. You. I figure all I need is a lobotomy and some tights!" Bender finishes sarcastically.
Samantha glances over at Andrew, finding it ridiculous that he would wear such a thing. "You wear tights?" she asked curiously. Andrew looks over at the punk and felt his heart race at how she said that. He didn't know her and yet something about her, other than her spunky attitude. "No, I don't. I wear the required uniform," he replied.
"Tights," Brian repeated, smirking at him. Andrew blushed with embarrassment and says in defense, "Shut up!" Samantha gave a smirk at the jock's embarrassment.
