Yay! Finally the next part is here. Just a quick thing - thanks to all reviewers and sorry about the delay in posting this part - went on holiday. If you want regular updates on my fanfics just check out my bio. Ok, thankies, please review - what do you guys think of Sara?

"Will you stop staring at me?" John snapped at the girl. They had been sitting in silence for half an hour, but he couldn't just lie back and ignore the rest of the world when it wouldn't ignore him.

"God, don't flatter yourself!" she replied, drumming a couple of her undamaged nails against the roof tiles, "Am I not allowed to look around a new roof?" she asked.

Bender turned to face her. She had sat down, probably because it was hard to balance on a roof whilst wearing stilettos. He could see her up close though, now. And it was only from seeing her this close that he realised that he'd never seen her before in his life.

She smiled. The type of smile that you give to a cheerleader, having just accidentally bumped into them and spilt your lunch all over them. John stared at her. The cold, disapproving stare that he'd learnt from old movies. The stare that could you make you feel like the most immature person on earth, and him like the wisest.

"No," he said, his voice full of scorn and disgust "you aren't."

The smile slipped from her face. She looked down at the tiles. John swallowed. He felt guilty. He held his scornful stare, though. The moment people knew when he was upset would be the moment when people knew his weaknesses. He wasn't prepared to risk anything.

"What's your name, anyway?" he asked suddenly.

She looked up, seemingly surprised by his decision to communicate, although a smile was evident on her face.

"Sara," she said, looking over at him. John noticed how the shadows emphasised bags beneath her eyes and high cheekbones.

"Well, that's a dumb name," he said turning away, pretending to find it stupid, even adding a slight laugh to the act.

"Oh yeah, well what's your name that makes it so great?" she asked, narrowing her almond shaped eyes at him, obviously insulted by this careless dismissal of her own name.

He turned to face her, catching her eyes and looking straight into them, holding them with a hostile glare, slowly filling with malice. "John, John Bender, just the kind of guy who you fall asleep next to every night." he replied, standing up abruptly, and walking towards the drain pipe, without looking back. He could feel Sara's eyes on him though, burning into his back.

She hated him, just like everyone else. He smiled to himself, a job well done. If you couldn't be sure that you could make people like you immediately, then why not just aim to make them hate you. You didn't stand a chance at losing that way.

He was telling a rather bored Tierney the whole anecdote when Tierney interrupted him.

"Hey, dude, that was my girlfriend's little sister!" he said, feigning mild outrage. Bender raised an eyebrow, he could see through the act. He guessed that it must be pretty hard to state plainly that you didn't care when the girlfriend in question was asleep on your shoulder.

"How old is she, then?" Bender asked.

"How is she?" Tierney asked, trying to ignore the question.

"You didn't answer me," John said, focussing in on Tierney, something that he knew made him uncomfortable.

Tierney shrugged "Jen's a senior, so I'm guessing a sophomore or something, but seriously, was she ok after you said that?" he asked, worry beginning to show in his face. Tierney was a guy who could still keep his head after six beers and as many spliffs.

"I've never seen her before though…" John mumbled.

"Yeah, I think they just moved here or something, will you please tell me if she's ok!" Tierney said, pushing his question forward.

John was lost in guilt, although he knew that girl's his age could be slutty and sleep around, they were in the minority. Perhaps he had been too upset about the whole stupid 'Breakfast Club' to bother with anything else. He scowled to himself.

"IS SHE OK?" Tierney yelled. The blonde, who John now realised was called Jen, sat up, wincing away. She looked around, confusion painted on her face.

"Somebody's stressing out," John replied evenly, raising his eyebrows, unimpressed.

"Well, I wouldn't have to if you'd just answer the goddamn question - is Sara ok?" Tierney asked, catching Jen's attention at the mention of her sister, she turned to face John, kohl rimmed eyes wide with confusion..

"I think she's ok, I don't know, I didn't look back, we'd have heard by now if she'd jumped off the roof," he said, trying to joke. This seemed to calm Tierney, but not Jen, a series of horrific events playing out in her mind. "All I know is that she hates me," he continued, smiling. Tierney stopped, as did Jen, cocking her head to the side in question "Yeah, she fucking hates me."