Title: The World through the Eyes of a Basketcase
Spoilers: Yes a lot of them. There's your warning.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the movie; I'm just doing this for fun.
A/N: This chapter is basically going to take place during the detention; I know everyone who is reading this has obviously seen the movie, but give this a chance! I'm not going to be quoting the whole thing, not at all, just describe actions, other characters, etc. From Allison's POV; her thoughts and her feelings completely. I hope you enjoy! R/R please.
Chapter 2 – The Detention Part 1
Well it's been pretty boring so far, Vernon came in with his usual speech except this time he wants us to write an essay. Scrap that idea, bud! I am not writing anything telling him who the hell I think I am, anyways, it's not like he's is actually going to read it anyways. He only tells us to do these things to make us despise him even more; it's like his way of getting back at the world for making him miserable. Then after that, I had the pleasure of putting on a show, apparently its cool to sit in awe and stare at someone when they bite their fingernails! Whatever, so I spit it at John and turned away. I then decided to pull out my sketchpad and draw.
So I see Bender is at it again. He is pissing off the poor little rich girl, and Sporto is defending her. It starts! I don't watch them, I simply listen. I am very good at multi tasking, draw and listen, and of course laugh a little to myself when Bender really starts to piss them off.
"So why don't you just shut up? There's four other people in here you know!" The sport hollers. It's starting to get interesting.
"God you can count. See! I knew you had to be smart to be a…a wrestler!" is Bender's response.
"Who the hell are you to judge anybody anyway?" says Sporto
"Really…" pipes up the Ritchie.
Sporto continues, "You know, Bender…you don't even count. I mean if you disappeared forever it wouldn't make a difference. You may as well not even exist at this school."
Oh my god! Who the hell do they think they are? They think just because they have a lot of friends and money, or some stupid reputation they can think they can just run all over him like that? I watch as John sits looking sort of hurt, trying to come up with something cocky to avoid showing how that really hit him. I know it hit him hard, because when Sporto said that he didn't just mean it about John, he meant it about all the other criminals, rebels, geeks, losers, and freaks. That hit me too, and I bet it hit the brainiac. If only those two knew what people like us think about them. They are so conceited, and think everyone is in love with them. Well reality check! We'd be hella happy if they disappeared from the school too! There wouldn't be any tormenting or bullying on us anymore!
I turned my focus back to the conversation and noticed the brainiac was in on it now too. He was going on about his dad's shoes and his cousin Kendall. Bender was staring at him in half confusion half amusement, while the Ritchie kept tossing in insults. Sporto looked like he was about to snap, so when he turned around I winked at him and held my hand up at him in the form of a gun. He quickly turned around and I laughed.
He suddenly piped up, "Look, you guys keep up your talking and Vernon's gonna come right in here…I gotta meet this Saturday and I'm not gonna miss it on account of you boneheads!"
You can kinda tell Sporto doesn't have very much self-confidence, I can see right through him. I can tell he's putting on a front, trying to act tough like the rest of his friends. It seems almost as if someone in his life is constantly behind him pushing him to be someone he's not; pushing him to be competitive and to stand his guard at all times. I bet he is someone totally different underneath; someone who is soft, sensitive, and maybe even feels guilty for the way he acts at times. I look at him; the expression on his face never seems to match what his eyes say.
Now, Bender's up and running back to his seat. Playing the door game again I see. He's yelling for everyone to shut up that he knows what he's doing; I will give him that, I find it humorous every time he does it. Here comes Vernon.
The old man comes running in the door with the vein on his temple looking like its ready to burst. He starts hollering about the door being closed and pointing fingers at people. Suddenly he points his finger at me. No way am I getting involved in Bender's crap! Out of sheer nervousness I let out a squeak and throw my head to the desk; damn, that kinda hurt.
"She doesn't talk, sir," I hear Bender say. Thank-you!
So the argument over the screw continues until Vernon tries pulling things in front of the door making a complete ass out of himself. And Bender, being Bender, makes another smart ass remark, "Eat my shorts," he mutters.
"What was that!" Vernon asks, rather loudly.
"Eat. My. Shorts." Bender replies loudly.
"You just bought yourself another Saturday, mister!"
"Oh Christ…"
"You just bought one more right there!" Vernon hollers, throwing his weight around like usual.
"Well I'm free the Saturday after that…beyond that I'm going to have to check my calendar!" John replies.
I can tell as the exchange goes on that Vernon is actually starting to get to Bender. Although he is acting out I know he's almost ready to blow. I would say that I can't blame him, but I also know he is digging his own hole. Even the Ritchie told him to stop. See Bender is like a snail; he has a hard shell of an exterior that he doesn't let people get past, and he is soft and very tender on the inside. I am almost positive he doesn't have a very good home life; why else would he act out that way? No one cares how he acts so why should he? No one cares if he hurts, so why should he show if he does? I don't blame him, because I am the same way. No one cares so why should we? Finally, Vernon is out the door, but that doesn't stop Bender from getting the last word. It never does.
I sigh, and look at the clock; a quarter to eight! Wow does time drag. Suddenly the string on my sweater is the most interesting thing in sight, as the room draws to silence, and it makes me nervous. So I turn to my drawing again, adding the last few lines and topping it off with my special extra touch: head flakes! What? It adds flavor! Ha! I sigh again happily and then smile, the drawing is done so I might as well catch a cat nap; seeing that's what everyone else is doing…ain't going to be anything interesting going on so I'll just close my eyes…
"Wake up!" I tell you hearing the voice of evil itself while you try to sleep really isn't all that appealing, ugh! He continues, "Who has to go to the lavatory!" Damn straight! I raise my hand quickly.
I glance at the clock and it's almost 10:30; an hour until lunch. I glance back at the others as they fight about the pronunciation of a name. How exciting.
"Are you grounded tonight?" I hear Sporto ask.
"I don't know, my mom said I was, but I dad told me just to blow her off." Ritchie replies. I hear self pity coming on here any minute. Bimbos are all too predictable.
"Big party at Stubby's, parents are in Europe. Should be pretty wild."
I see the look of annoyance on Bender's face and I can't help but feel it myself. It always bothered me when people made plans in front of other people that they have no intention of inviting. You can call it envious or whatever, I just call it rude; because of course, in all technicalities, people like me, Bender, and brainiac, isn't worthy enough to attend a get together of that magnitude.
"Who do you like better?" I hear Bender ask, it actually sounded like he cared for a second there.
"What?" Ritchie asks.
"You like your old man better than your mom?"
"They're both strict." She replies.
"No, I mean if you had to choose between them." He explains.
She hesitates. "I dunno, I think I would go live with my brother. I mean, I don't think either one of them gives a shit about me…It's like they use me just to get back at each other."
Am I hearing this! Look at her, it's quite clear her parents care and give in to every demand, she has no problem showing it either. Did I not call that, here comes the self pity, I just can't help myself… "HA!" I say, rather loudly. I watch as the whole group turns to look at me, the guys in shock and amusement, and Ritchie in horror. "Shut up!" I hear her retort, and then something strange happens, Sporto sticks up for me. He, like I thought, tells her she's feeling sorry for herself. That's a boy Sporto!
I focus my attention back to the group and it seems Sporto and Bender are about to have a fight. I watch the confrontation as Brainiac tries to get involved, and I want to laugh out loud when I hear Bender call him a "Neo-maxi-zoom-dweebie." Did he really just say that? Sporto impresses me again, sticking up for brainiac, whom apparently is named Brian. I see Bender obviously takes note of this and moves on to the Ritchie, who's name is Claire. Now Claire for some reason really bothers me. It's clear from just watching her how fake she is. She puts up this front as if the world is beneath her; as if she is on a pedestal above the rest of us, when really she is a scared little girl. She can hardly stand up for herself let alone relate to most people. Because she is so much different from everyone else, she is scared; she doesn't know how to act, so she puts her nose in the air. The worst part is, not only does she stick her nose in the air because she is scared, but she does it because other people like her do the same. Claire is not a leader, Claire is a follower.
I look back towards them and he is giving her a sex talk. Now this is new to me, I have never seen Bender try so hard to intimidate someone like this before. I hope he stops; he's kind of going over the line here.
"Leave her alone!" I hear Sporto say, luckily too.
Now by the looks of things they are going to have another confrontation. Why do men feel they have to fight to prove themselves? Especially these two, I mean it's clear they don't get along, but why be so macho about it? I don't like Claire but you don't see us scrapping like cats.
"I don't wanna get into this with you, man…" I hear Bender say from the floor.
"Why not?" Andrew asks.
"'Cause I'd kill you. It's real simple…I'd kill you and your fucking parents would sue me and it would be a big mess and I don't care enough about you to bother." Bender replies.
"Chicken shit," Andrew mutters.
Suddenly Bender pulls out a knife. Ha! Whatever John, you wouldn't use it and you know it, you're just lucky that he can't see that! That's right stick it in the chair, come on….there you go now I got a new toy! I'm sick of listening to these guys bicker…I think I might carve a new picture in my desk and wait for lunch.
Half an hour later, 11:30, and these people are sitting here and whistling together! After all the fighting, name-calling, and bullshit, they sit here and whistle a marching tune together! This is funny I wanna join in...Oh yeah I can't whistle never mind. Great here's depressing in its human form: Mr. Vernon.
"Alright girls, that's thirty minutes for lunch." He says.
"Here?" Andrew asks.
"Here," is Vernon's simple reply.
"I think the cafeteria is a more suitable place for us to eat in, sir."
"I don't care what you think Andrew."
God Vernon is a dick. I swear that man cannot talk to anyone without that asshole tone to his voice. Doesn't he have anything better to than down talk to a bunch of teenagers? God I think I might go crazy if…
"…hey you! Wake her – wake her up!" I turn to Vernon, "on your feet missy! Let's go this is no rest home!"
Wow, really?
"There's a soft drink machine in the teacher's lounge! Let's Go!" He barks.
I stand to my feet and gather my bag. I look and see that Andrew is busy collecting the money from everyone else. I walk towards the door and before I open it I hear Claire ask Vernon if he could break a fifty. Oh please! I walk out the door and head down the hall.
Andrew and I are now on the way to the lounge and I'm strolling along behind him minding my own business until he pipes up, "so…what's your poison?" Wow, great way to make small talk!
"What do you drink?" I'm not an idiot Sporto.
"Okay…forget I asked," he says sounding defeated.
Better come up with something for the guy, "Vodka," I say.
"Vodka?" he asks, "When do you drink vodka?"
"Whenever…" I say, not really caring why he is asking this, but intrigued because he sounds like he is trying hard to keep it going.
"A lot?" he asks.
"Tons…" I say with a smile, this is kind of funny.
"Is that why you're here today?" he asks seriously, "Why are you here today?"
Oh yeah like I would tell you the truth, Sporto! "Why are you here today?" I snap back.
He then goes on and tells me a story about how he is here today to better discipline himself for his coach and his dad, because he doesn't want to blow his ride. Usually I would listen when someone talks to me, because people don't often talk to me…problem is this is complete bullshit and I know it so I don't care to listen. I reply, "That is very interesting, now why don't you tell me why you're really here?"
He pushes himself off of the wall and tells me to forget it. I stay put while he stalks off into the lounge. When he returns, his arms full off coke cans, I follow him quietly back to the library. Well the first half of the day was pretty intense, let's see how the rest goes.
To Be Continued.