Title:
The World through the Eyes of a Basket Case
Author:
TWBasketcase
Chapter Summary: The Detention part four –
trouble, emotions, drama, fun, and romance all molded into one
chapter! I hope you enjoy!
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last part of the detention.
Chapter 26 – Back To Where We Started Part 4
We got the tables situated once again and for a few moments we were all pretty silent. Andy went back to sit with John and Michelle moved up to sit with Brian and Claire sat beside me. Everyone was still pretty sad about our previous conversation and it was getting awfully uncomfortable. I looked around the room and when my eyes settled on Bender he scowled.
"This fucking sucks."
Brian turned around to look at him, "Well it is a detention…"
"No really brainiac? I thought it was a fucking carnival…"
Claire turned around and glared at him, "You don't have to bite his head off John…"
He cocked his head to the side and smiled menacingly, "Who invited you into the conversation, cherry?"
She narrowed her eyes, "Do you have to call me that?"
"Well if you weren't such a square…"
She smirked meanly, "Well you're one to talk!"
Andy as well as Brian looked over at John with wide eyes. He glared at Claire evilly, "You don't know what you're talking about Princess…you're just trying to make people look bad so the pressure ain't on yourself!"
Brian and Andy were still staring at John surprised; Claire shook her head, "No John the only person who is trying to do that is you. You just don't want the guys to know YOU are still a cherry!"
I pursed my lips together and looked at Michelle who just shrugged; Brian grinned, "Is she for real?"
John slammed his hands down on the table, "FUCK THAT! Don't listen to her!"
Claire laughed and looked back at him, "It's nothing to be embarrassed about…"
John's face turned bright red with anger, "I'm not fucking embarrassed Princess but you sure as hell are pissing me off!"
Andy still hadn't wiped the shock off his face, "Man I never thought…"
He stood up quickly, "She is just being a bitch!"
Claire folded her arms, "Then why did you tell Allison the same thing?"
They all looked at me crazily; I shrunk in my seat under their gazes…especially John's, "WHAT?" he almost yelled.
I looked at Claire angrily and slouched further into my seat, "Don't drag me into this!"
"You know I'm getting real tired of this crap!" John yelled, going completely off the wall at Claire's outburst of his business.
"It sucks when the tables are turned, doesn't it?" Claire retorted, "You are always putting people under the same crap and you don't like it when people do it to you!"
His eyes flamed with anger and he flipped his and Andy's table over, "No what I don't like is you!"
Her eyes welled up with angry tears, "Well then maybe you shouldn't have been such an asshole! You wanna act like one then you are gonna get treated like one!"
He stormed over to our table and Andy stood up quickly in case he needed to intervene, "Watch it Bender…" he mumbled.
Bender ignored him and bent over the other side of the table so that he was just inches from her face, "You wanna know what it's like to be treated like an asshole, princess? Well guess what? You'll never know! You will never fucking know what its like to be treated like a bitch! You get to go home to money and kisses, and guess what I go home to? You wanna know!"
At this point she had tears streaming down her face and I couldn't help but let a couple fall myself; I knew John didn't deal well when he was under pressure but this was quite the outburst and I really didn't wanna know what he was gonna say…
"Don't you cry…you don't get to cry!" He said yelling in her face, "Is it hard to cry with a silver spoon in your mouth? I bet it is…"
"Stop it!" She pleaded, but he ignored her.
"I go home to my parents and I am treated like an asshole! And guess what? It didn't start because I acted like an asshole it started because I was fucking born," He hissed. Claire was sobbing and he just got even more pissed off. Brian had his face in his hands and listening to John's heartache only made me upset too; it's hard to see your best friend this way. He didn't say too much to everyone during our first detention and I know now that he is just spilling his pain and Claire was the easiest person for him to take it out on even if it wasn't fair to her.
"You go home and curl up in your luxurious pink bed and what do I get, huh?"
"Shut up!" She screamed.
"I get beer bottles thrown at me if I walk in front of the TV…I left water on the floor in the bathroom last night after my shower, and you know what he did?" He screamed in her face…I could tell he was going to break any minute.
"No…I don't wanna know…" She mumbled, pleading with him.
He smirked and got closer to her, "Do you know what they do to me? He threw me face down to the floor and rubbed my god damn nose in it like a fucking dog! And my Mom? She does nothing…nothing to stop him! He's probably hit me in the face more times than I've had birthdays and that's not all…"
She covered her hands with her face; he grabbed her wrists and yanked them down, "I haven't even gotten to the burns yet!" He screamed in her face, his own eyes filling up now.
"John please…" she whispered, breathing heavily.
"Please? You wanna know why I didn't fuck you or any of those other girls? Because I got them everywhere all over my fucking body…like a god damned mutant! The one on my arm…that was nothing!" He screamed, a tear slipped down his cheek and he quickly threw his hands up to push it away. Andy grabbed him by the elbow and pulled him away from Claire. John quickly pulled his arm away from him and turned to Claire once more, "You know nothing about being treated like an asshole…" and with that he stormed away to the back of the library leaving everyone visibly shaken and upset.
I looked up at Andy and he just looked upset, "Did you have to get him worked up?" He looked right at Claire very angrily; to tell you the truth I'm pretty surprised at him because he is usually sticking up for anyone John is dumping on but this time he was backing John.
She looked up at him wildly, "What? How dare you blame me!"
He looked at her and shook his head, "You guys always gotta fight don't you? I think you pushed it too far this time Claire…"
"Andy, what the hell are you talking about?" I yelled, jumping to Claire's defense, "It was not her fault, he just needed to get it out!"
He furrowed his brows at me, "I thought you and him were tight or something?"
I shook my head, "We are but that has nothing to do with it!"
"Oh fuck…" I heard Brian mutter, "Here we go,"
Andy glared at him and turned back to me, "Well if you guys are so damn tight why don't you run up there and rescue him like you always do, instead of sticking up for the one that started it in the first place!"
I raised my eyebrows at him, "What the hell do you mean go rescue him?"
"You know exactly what he means!" Claire piped up, suddenly turning the tables on me, "Go see if he is okay…its not like you guys ever talk to any of the rest of us."
I slammed my hands down on the table, "You guys are kidding me, right?"
There was no joking in their faces at all. Brian and Michelle sat back in their tables and said nothing at all, obviously not wanting to feel any one person's wrath by choosing sides. So I was left on my own…against my boyfriend and a girl I had just moments ago stuck up for. I felt tears prick at my eyes, "This is not fair…I was being his friend, and he needed somewhere to go!"
Andy smirked, "You know what? I just don't understand how you can handle him there and not here!"
A tear dropped down my cheek and I looked at him in the eye, "You know Andy, I thought you were better than that…"
"Don't put this on him!" Claire snapped.
"NO! Don't you guys put this on me! You opened your mouth Claire and you knew it would piss him off…but I don't agree with what he said to you! So you guys get all pissy on me because it's the easiest thing to do!"
"It's not even like that!" Claire hollered.
"Bullshit!" I yelled back with tears streaming down my face, "You're just siding with Andy because you don't wanna get yelled at anymore and I didn't do anything to either of you!"
"Yeah except my girlfriend was playing psychologist to her," he said pointing to Claire, "boyfriend at late hours of the night…" Andy hissed.
"You leave her the fuck alone!" Bender yelled. He stormed down the stairs and marched right up to his face. They stood nose to nose with each other cursing under their breath. I cannot believe this is happening.
"What the hell Bender?" Andy retorted.
"Don't gang up on her because that bitch opened her mouth!" He yelled back pointing to Claire.
"Don't call her a bitch!" Andy yelled.
"What you can make your own girlfriend cry and not give a shit, and then stick up for Claire?" John asked meanly.
Andy swung back and gave him a shot in the side of the face. I don't know who exactly deserved what but this was getting out of hand. Claire and I – along with Brian and Michelle – jumped to our feet. Brian went and grabbed Andy (which surprised me), "Keep the fighting out, eh?" Brian scolded.
"Don't you dare say I would make her cry and not care!" Andy spat at John.
John glared at him, "She fucking loves you, man! She tells me all the time and you are too pigheaded to realize that! I'm sorry if you felt jealous or whatever, I ain't trying to take your girl away! But she is my best friend and you aren't gonna take that away from me…now get your tights out of the bunch they're in and just fucking listen to her…she deserves at least that."
Andy clenched his teeth and looked down at the floor, "Fuck…I'm sorry…I don't know what the hell is wrong with me."
John nodded with knowing eyes, "Don't fuck it up."
Andy looked him right in the eye, "You should take your own advice."
John looked away and went to sit on one of the tables as he lit up a cigarette. He perched his elbows on his knees and looked down to the floor. I looked at Claire and Andy; Claire still seemed a bit peeved but Andy looked like he was cursing himself. He looked at me, "I'm sorry…I'm a fuckin' idiot…I…"
I widened my eyes, "its okay…"
"No it isn't…I crossed a line I shouldn't have crossed…"
"I figured it was coming sometime," Bender piped up, "Why not here where every other fucked up thing happens?"
Andy shook his head and looked me straight in the eyes, "Do you forgive me?"
I nodded my head, "yeah," I whispered.
Claire frowned, "Well now that everything's peachy," she rolled her eyes.
I glared at her, "Well fuck its better than fighting…"
"Yeah I think we've had enough of that for the year," Brian agreed.
Bender threw his butt on the floor and squashed it under his toe, "No more fighting, no more princess bitching? That's fine with me…I think we need to find something to do kids…"
Andy rolled his eyes as he went to go pick their table back up. He sat down in the chair and looked at Bender, "I think we got into enough trouble for one day…"
Bender grinned, "But we still have an hour left to do something to piss off Vernon…come on…"
Brian looked at him curiously, "What do you wanna do, John? Can we get high?"
Bender shook his head, "No…I got none left."
Brian slumped his shoulders sadly; I giggled at his antics. John was pondering what havoc he could start, "Hey John…"
He looked at me, "What?"
"I got a can of spray paint…"
He raised his eyebrows, "Is that so?"
Andy looked at John, "We can't spray anything in here…he'll know it's us!"
John shrugged, "We don't have to do anything in here…and besides, I'll get all the blame."
Andy rolled his eyes, "Oh that helps…"
"Well then stay here…who's with me?" Bender asked standing up.
"I'll go…" Claire volunteered. Bender looked at her hesitantly and then nodded.
"Let's go then," Bender motioned to the two of us.
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Claire and I walked silently behind John as he weaved his way quietly through the halls.
"Where do you think Vernon went?"
He smirked, "Ms. Parkins comes in here at three every Saturday."
She furrowed her brows, "The swimming coach? Why?"
He smiled cockily, "She likes to swim naked…Vernon is the voyeur type."
Her face turned bright red and she gulped, "oh."
I shook my head and laughed, "You are definitely here way too much, John."
He opened the back door and held it, "Ladies…"
Claire rolled her eyes and walked out into the parking lot. The sun was shining as it's starting to get pretty warm outside. There was a mild breeze that complimented the sun nicely; I took a deep breath of the air and smiled, "So where to?"
Bender nodded his head to a parking space right across from where we were standing, "Who wants to do the honors?"
Claire looked at the brand new mustang, "Nuh uh…no way!"
"Come on Princess…I thought being bad felt pretty good?"
She smirked, "That doesn't mean I want to spray paint the man's car!"
He folded his arms, "It's the least you can do after sneezing in that damn vent!"
She rolled her eyes and held out her hand, "Fine…but nothing crazy."
I smiled and reached into my bag and grabbed the bottle of blue paint. "So where did you steal that?" Bender asked with a smirk.
I stuck out my tongue, "From you…where else?"
He rolled his eyes and watched as Claire approached the car; he was staring intently at her with a small smile on his face. His eyes still lit up every now and again when he watched her and something inside told me that they'll get back together soon…they have to, right?
She looked back hesitantly and then began painting on the car quickly; she wrote the nasty name right on the hood of the car and was about to retreat back to us when Bender put up a hand, "Put an arrow pointing to the seat!"
Claire sighed over dramatically and then quickly finished the job and jogged back to us, "Let's get back inside now, please?" Bender nodded in agreement and snatched the bottle of paint before she placed it back in my hand. He gave me a playful glare and shoved it in his pocket.
We got back to the library in a matter of minutes, with just twenty minutes left to go before detention ended. The others looked at us with amused faces.
"What did you do?" Brian asked curiously.
Bender grinned, "Hold your drawers there Big Bry, you'll see."
Andy shook his head at his friend, "You better hope you don't get caught or you are going to be in a piss world of trouble."
Bender shrugged as he lit up a cigarette, "Trust me Sporto, I got more dirt on that man then you think."
"So are we going to write our essays?" Michelle asked curiously.
Claire and Brian looked at her with amusement and then they looked back at John and Andy, "Are we?"
Andy shrugged, "What the hell? Do you think we are gonna write an essay praising Vernon's 'authority'?"
Brian shrugged, "I think I can come up with something."
We sat in companionable silence for a few moments while Brian – with the 'help' of Bender – wrote the essay. The mood today was a lot like the mood at the end of our last detention with all of the conflicting emotions; except today we went out feeling like we knew each other that much more and we did not have Monday to worry about. I mean, we do have our fair shares of worries to come like splitting up, prom, and a certain broken romance but other than that we were a lot more confident coming out of this one. I glanced up and watched as Michelle and Claire spoke silently between each other and Andy sat quietly. He looked up to meet my gaze and smiled, "Come here."
He got up and approached my table and sat on the top of it right in front of me, "Are you okay?" He asked quietly.
I nodded, "Yeah I'm fine…now anyways."
He looked down at his hands for a few moments before he grabbed mine and held them, "I just feel real bad for everything I said earlier…I guess I just can't stand to see everyone so worked up."
"I know I can't either…but at least you apologized and didn't pull a Claire and John." He rolled his eyes and smiled, "I'm just a little peeved at myself still for making you cry though."
I tilted my head up to meet his and kissed him gently on the lips. I could feel him smile under me but before it could get any deeper I was hit in the side of the face with a balled up paper, "Get a room!"
Andy laughed, "I'm glad you're aim got better this time around, Bender."
He smirked, "Whatever Sporto…I think you're just jealous of my athletic abilities."
Andy scoffed, "I could beat you in anything, you name it!" Andy replied, his competitive streak shining through.
John narrowed his eyes playfully, "Bring it on pal, anytime!"
"Testosterone levels are raging just a little too high, fellas!" Michelle called over, thankfully interrupting them.
I rolled my eyes at their antics and turned in my seat, "Are you done yet, Bry?"
"Yep," He said putting down his pencil and gave us an anxious smile. Bender grabbed the paper and hit his chest with his fist goofily; pretending to be some poet or something clearing his throat.
"Ahem…" he started.
Andy rolled his eyes, "Just get on with it, please!"
Bender glared and looked at him, "Shut up Sporto I didn't get to do it last time!"
Andy rolled his eyes again, "Oh I'm sorry little Johnny, go right ahead."
Bender nodded his head in thanks and held up the paper:
"Dear Mr. Vernon,
You can take this authority essay and shove it up your ass. We have learned nothing new…you are still an asshole.
Sincerely Yours,
The Breakfast Club"
I frowned, "Okay Brian definitely did not write that."
Brian blushed sheepishly, "John made me write it."
John beamed, "I think it is way better than the other one…very touching in my opinion. The other one was too corny; he needed something that would give him a kick in the balls!" Bender said waving his arms around wildly for emphasis.
Claire shook her head and rolled her eyes, "I don't care I just wanna get outta here already."
I looked up at the clock: 4:00 pm. I looked to the others, "Then let's go shall we?"
We gathered our things and headed towards the parking lot of the school. Andy's dad was waiting for him as well as Claire's and Brian's. I grabbed Andy by the elbow and gave him a quick kiss, "Have fun training!"
He rolled his eyes, "Very funny."
I gave him a devilish smile, "Call me later."
He nodded and got into the car with his angry father. His dad still doesn't like me and Andy gets a lecture every time from his dad about 'finding a good girl that won't get in your way of success.' Rather corny if you ask me. I waved off Brian and Claire, and watched Michelle as she hopped into her car.
"Are you ready to go?" I asked John.
"Hold on just one second…" He replied holding up a finger. He stood in his place and watched the other side of the parking lot. Suddenly I remembered what we did to Vernon's car; more like what Claire did writing the word, 'PIG' across the hood of his car with an arrow pointing right to his seat. He was gonna flip.
We heard the doors bang open and Vernon appeared stopping to enjoy the sunlight. John looked at me quickly, "When I say go, you run like hell."
I nodded my head and watched as Vernon approached his car, "SON OF A BITCH!"
"Go!"
TBC
End notes: Ha! That was fun just a few notes though; first off the skinny dipping teacher was actually a deleted scene from the movie with Vernon playing voyeur. I figured since Bender was there all the time he might have caught him doing it at least once. Secondly, the car thing I got off a Canadian show here called, "Trailer Park Boys," and they did that to some asshole they didn't like except they used the word 'Dick'. I just didn't think it would be that funny considering it was his name, so I thought of a word Claire would use and she would probably have said something like, 'old pervert' considering she found out he was a voyeur. She would never look at him the same! Ha! Anyways so that's the end of the detention but not the end of the story, the next one will be in an in school one and the one after that will be the big wrestling meet. One or Both should be up by the weekend. So for now I hope that you enjoyed this chapter, and feel free to tell me what you think. Until next time,
Kristen