Another hour or so passes by, and everyone was bored as fuck. Time seemed to go at a snail's pace. Everyone didn't say a word to each other, looking at each other every few seconds.
Samantha was tracing the lines on the table, tapping on them with her fingers. Bender had both feet up on the table and lit his shoe on fire so he could light up a cigarette. Andrew was pulling on the string of his hoodie since he took off his letterman coat, keeping his eye on the strings he was pulling.
Claire was resting her head in her hand, staring off into space. Allison was wrapping a piece of string around her finger until it turned purple. Brian grabbed his crotch before covering it up and resting his head on his arms. Allison then draws a bridge with woods and a river, using her hair dandruff as the snow.
Andrew then plays a single game of paper football, silently cheering as if to imitate a crowd. Bender then smacks his shoe to put the fire out before playing air guitar.
Before they all knew it, sleep was screaming for them. Samantha laid on the table, using her jacket as a pillow. They all ended up falling asleep at the tables, unable to stay awake any longer.
They were asleep for about an hour before Vernon comes back in there and sees that they're asleep. "Wake up!" he shouted, but they didn't budge. "Who has to go to the lavatory?" he asked.
The question was answered with all of their hands raised into the air. One by one, they all went to the bathrooms to do their business before coming back to the library.
(10:22 AM)
They make it back to the library. Andrew is stretching his legs on the ramp railing. Bender was tearing pages out of a book. Samantha was perched on the desk, swinging her legs back and forth. Since their small talk earlier, Samantha stayed close to the jock.
"That's real intelligent," Andrew said, seeing what Bender was doing. "You're right. It's wrong to destroy literature," Bender replied, not looking up. He continues to tear up the book, ripping out the pages. He threw the papers around the room.
They could easily tell that he didn't mean it, he was just bored. "And…" he says, turning the book over to look at the front, "Molay really pumps my nads," "Moliere," Claire corrected, smiling a bit. Samantha always hated that book considering they had to read it in English class.
"I love his work," Brian commented from above them. Bender throws what's left of the book at him. Brian ducks out of the way. After that, Bender picks up a card catalog drawer and starts taking the cards out.
"Big deal. Nothing to do when you're locked in a vacancy," Bender replied, looking down at the cards. Samantha raises an eyebrow. "Speak for yourself, wise guy," Samantha said with a scoff. Bender looked up at her, giving her a deadpan look.
"Do you think I'd speak for you or to Sporto? I didn't even know your language," he said to her. Andrew rolled his eyes and looked at Claire. "You grounded tonight?" he asked.
Claire shrugged at that. "I don't know. My mom said that I was but dad told me to just blow her off. What about you?" Claire said, looking at Samantha. "I don't care if I am or not. Wouldn't matter anyway," the punk girl said, shrugging her shoulders.
"Big party at Stubby's, parents are in Europe. Should be pretty wild," Andrew said. "Really?" Samantha asked, looking at him. "Yeah, you two able to go?" Andrew nodded.
"I doubt it," Claire muttered. Samantha gazed down at her hands before covering the scars on her wrist. "No, don't think so," she said, shaking her head. "Well, because if I do what my mother tells me not to do, it's because my father says it's okay. There's like this whole monster deal, it's endless and it's a total drag. It's like any minute… divorce," Claire explained, shaking her head.
"Or they just run away and leave you to rot," Samantha muttered bitterly. She didn't want it to be heard, but Andrew did. He didn't say anything though. "Who do you like better?" Bender asked, still pulling out more cards.
"What?" Claire asked. "Do you like your old man or your mom better?" Bender repeated, placing the cards on the table. He failed to see the small smirk on Claire's face.
"From how she said it, they sounded strict," Samantha swallowed, leaning forward. "I mean, if you had to choose between them," Bender says again. Allison and Brian were both paying attention now.
"I don't know. Probably go live with my brother. I don't think either one of them gives a shit. They use me to get back at each other," Claire finished. "HA!" Allison loudly says. Everyone looks back at her with a start, all surprised that Allison actually spoke.
Allison leaned back and blew some hair out of her face. "Shut up," Claire said. Andrew and Samantha glared at the red-head. "You're just feeling sorry for yourself," Andrew said. "Yeah, well if I did, nobody else would," Claire replied.
"Aw, you're breaking my heart," Andrew sarcastically said, looking back at the red-head. "Sporto," Bender said. "What?" Andrew said, looking back at him. Bender jumps down from the railing and goes to the athlete and the punk.
"Do you get along with your parents?" Bender asked. "If I say yes, I'm an idiot, right?" Andrew says, staring up at the criminal. Looks like they were sizing each other up as if to fight. "You're an idiot anyway. But if you say you do, you're a liar too. " Bender said, looking down at the punk.
"What about you, Matthews? Do you get along with your parents?" Bender said to her. Samantha glanced down for a moment and swallowed the lump in her throat. "Not really, no. In fact, we never really connected," she said, feeling the hole in her stomach get bigger. Even when her father was around, he wouldn't give her the time of day.
"Well, looks like someone here's telling the truth," Bender said, walking away. Andrew saw that she was getting upset again and wouldn't stand for it. He follows him and shoves him forward. "You know something, man? If we weren't here right now, I'd waste you," Andrew snarled.
Bender spins around to face him, keeping his middle finger pointed at the floor. "Can you hear this? Want me to turn it up?" Bender said, slightly raising his hand a little. Samantha turns her head to look over her shoulder and saw the two square up.
Brian walked up to them and placed a hand on their shoulders, trying to defuse the situation. "Hey fellas. I uh…" Brian started, but Andrew roughly pushes him away, but Brian kept going. "I don't like my parents either, I don't get along with them. Their idea of parental compassion is just, you know, wacko," Brian said, sitting down on a deck.
"Dork?" Bender said to Brian. "Yeah?" Brian said, looking up at Bender. "You're a parent's wet dream, okay?" Bender tells him, turning to walk away. Brain looked hurt for a second before saying, "Well, that's a problem,"
"Look, I can see you getting bunged up for them making you were these kinda clothes. But face it, you're a Neo-Maxi-Zoom-Dweebie. What would you be doing if you weren't making yourself a better citizen?" Bender asked, staring straight at the brain.
"Why do you gotta insult everybody?" Andrew asks, a mix between anger and irritation. Bender steps up towards him and snaps back, "I'm being honest, asshole. I would've expected you to know the difference,"
Samantha walked over to Andrew and sat down with him. She started feeling comfortable around him. Without hesitation, the jock wrapped an arm around her shoulders and she took his hand.
Bender was trying to be nice, but Andrew was starting to get under his skin. "Well, he's got a name. Don't judge him because of how he dresses, okay?" Samantha said. "She's right. What's your name?" Andrew asked Brian.
"Brian," the brain said. "See?" Andrew said. Bender held his hands up and walked around the front table. "My condolences," Bender said, sitting by the redhead's table.
"What's your name?" Claire asked. "What's yours?" Bender fired back. "Claire," she answered. Bender was in disbelief when he heard this. "Ka-Laire?" he replied in a mocking tone.
"It's a family name," Claire said defensively. "It's a fat girl's name," Bender said. Claire rolled her eyes at his mockery. "Well, thank you," she said sarcastically. "You're welcome," Bender spat back.
Claire shot him a glare of surprised anger. "Well, not at present, but I could really see you pushing maximum density. You see, I'm not sure if you know this, but there are two kinds of fat people. Those who were born like that and those who were once thin but became fat, so when you look at them, you can see that thin person inside. You see, you're gonna get married, gonna squeeze out a couple of puppies, and well…" Bender says, mimics inflating, making a whooshing sound.
Bender then looks over at Samantha. "Now, Sammy over there, she'll remain a twig the rest of her life. Might even fill out a little," he commented, making sure she heard him. Samantha glares back at him.
Claire flips Bender off. "Oh, obscene finger gesture from such a pristine girl," Bender said with sarcasm. "I'm not that pristine," Claire said resentfully. Things got quiet for a minute before Bender leaned forward towards Claire.
"Are you a virgin?" he asked. Samantha and Andrew looked over their shoulders to look at him. "I bet you a million dollars you are. Let's end the suspense! Is there gonna be a white wedding?" Bender prodded on. Claire glared daggers at him.
"Would you shut up? Why aren't you asking Samantha this?" she snapped at him. Samantha glanced over her shoulder and spoke up, "Because I've got no fucking problem admitting that I'm a virgin unlike you," Claire stared back at the punk girl in confusion. Andrew looked at her too. "Nobody was really ever attracted to the punk girl. They look the other way when they see me," Samantha prodded on.
She never gained the attention of anybody in their school. Why would anyone want to sleep with the lone wolf punk girl that has a hatred for the whole world? That was until she had laid eyes on Andrew for the first time since coming here.
"Have you ever kissed a boy on the mouth? Ever been felt up? Over the bra, under the blouse, shoes off, hoping to God your parents don't walk in?" Bender kept going. Claire was starting to get upset by what he was saying. "Do you want me to puke?" she said.
"Over the panties, no bra, blouse unbuttoned, Calvins in a ball on the front seat past eleven on a school night?" Bender said. Samantha rolled her eyes with that. What Claire had said showed how preppy she really was.
He was talking about sex, which was a human thing to do. She couldn't do more to keep up with her pristine image. It'd be a shame to taint it.
"How about you, Matthews? Pretty sure you're lying about being a virgin there? You sure you don't do it to yourself? You hope to God nobody walks in on you?" Bender said to Samantha.
Samantha didn't like what he was saying there. She was angry now. Andrew saw how upset both girls were getting and decided to intervene. "You leave them alone," he spat, standing up from the table. Samantha looked up at him, seeing how he was defending both of them.
Bender leaped over the table, standing about a few inches from Andrew. "You gonna make me?" Bender challenged. "Yeah," Andrew said in a cocky tone. "You and what army, bud?" Bender said.
Andrew got in his face, ready to deck this guy. "Just you and me. Two hits. Me hitting you and you hitting the floor. Anytime you're ready pal," Andrew said.
Bender then makes an attempt to hit Andrew but he was quick to catch Bender's wrist, pin it behind his back with a start, before pinning him to the floor. It was a wrestling move that he used often.
"I don't want to get into this with you, man," Bender said. Andrew lifts him up and lets go of him roughly. "Why not?" Andrew spat. "Cause I'd kill you. It's real simple. I'd kill you and your fucking parents would sue me. It'd be a big mess though I don't care about you enough to bother." Bender answered nonchalantly as if nothing happened.
"Chickenshit," Andrew said, under his breath. He motioned for Samantha to come to sit with him and Claire. She does before grabbing her jacket. Bender took out a switchblade and stuck it in the chair next to him.
Allison pulls the knife out of it not a second later. "Let's end this right now. You don't talk to them or look at them. Don't even think about them! You understand me?" Andrew ordered, turning to look at the criminal. "I'm just trying to help them," Bender protested.
Just before the argument could escalate, Carl the janitor walked into the library. He looks at Brian and gives him a wave. "Hey, Brian, Samantha," he said, going into the library office to clean up there. "Your dad works here? Or yours, Matthews?" Bender said.
Brian hid his face at what the hoodlum said while Samantha glared a burning hole at Bender. Bringing up fathers to Samantha isn't something to talk about. It was a touchy subject.
Bender then calls out to the janitor. "Uh, Carl?" he said. "What?" Carl replied, turning around to face Bender. "Can I ask you a question?" Bender asked.
"Sure," Carl replied. "How does one become a janitor?" Bender asked, much to Carl's surprise. "You want to be a janitor?" he asked, in disbelief.
"No, I just wanted to know how because Andrew here is very interested in pursuing a career in the custodial arts," Bender answered. Andrew glared at him along with Samantha.
"Oh, really? You guys rhino I'm some untouchable peasant? Peon? Serf? Maybe so, but following a broom around after shitheads like you for the past eight years, I've learned two things. I look through your letters, I look through your lockers." he said, looking at Bender, whose eyes were big. "I listen to your conversations, but you don't know I do. Other than Samantha figuring it out, I'm the eyes and ears of this institution my friends. By the way," he called over his shoulder as he turned to leave, "That clock's twenty minutes fast."
Everybody let out a groan while Bender smiled. "Aw, shit!" Andrew cursed, but Samantha calmed him down.
