Bender rolled two joints. He handed one to Claire and stuck the other between his lips. He lit it and took a couple puffs off it before he handed it over to Brian. He then lit a match on the roof of his mouth and lit Claire's. She took a quick pull off it and started coughing. Both Brian and Bender started laughing.
After a few more hits Claire started talking about how popular she was and how everyone in the school loved her. Brian raised his hand for a high five and Bender leaned over and hit Brian'd hand into his face and knocked him over on the couch, causing Claire to start giggling. Angela turned and looked over at the Foreign Language room and couldn't help but laugh. Andy had closed himself in the room with his own joint and had hot boxed the room. When he came out he had a large grin on his face. He pulled his jacket off and started doing cart wheels around the second floor. Angela laughed as she walked over to where Bender, Brian and Claire were sitting on the couches. Bender had the joint in his hand when she walked over. She smiled at him and took the joint from him before taking a long pull off of it. She blew the smoke back towards him and smiled before she walked away.
"Are all of these our girlfriends?" asked Claire as she looked through the photos in Bender's wallet.
"Some of them," he responded after running her eyebrow brush across his teeth.
"What about the others?" she asked
"Well, some I consider my girlfriends, and some I just consider," he said as he picked through the stuff on the table in front of him.
"Consider what?" asked Claire.
"Whether or not I wanna hang out with them," he said as he sprayed her perfume in the air.
"You don't believe in just one guy, one girl?" asked Claire.
"Do you?" he asked, looking at her.
"Yeah. It's the way it should be," said Claire.
"Well, not for me," said Bender.
"Why not?" asked Claire.
"How come you got so much shit in your purse?" asked Bender, changing the subject.
"How come you have so many girlfriends?" asked Claire.
"I asked you first," said Bender
"I don't know, I guess I never throw anything away," Claire said with a shrug.
"Neither do I," said Bender with a smirk on his face.
"Oh…" said Claire looking away from him.
Angela had been watching the interaction from the stacks. She sighed as she turned and walked farther into the stacks. Same old, same old. She disappeared for a few minutes and it's like she was never there. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She knew what kind of guy John Bender was well before she met him today. She pulled the screw out of her bra and smirked. She'd forgotten she had it until it suddenly poked her. As she made her way around the stacks she passed by Brian, Andy and Allison. Allison had dumped her back onto the couch and was talking about her personal life, in great detail.
"Forgot it. Leave me alone," said Allison.
"Wait a minute. You're carrying all that crap around in your purse," Andy said leaning forward in his seat. "Either you really wanna run away, or you want people to think you wanna run away."
"Eat shit!" said Allison suddenly, before standing up and walking away.
"This girl is an island unto herself," said Brian.
Andy rolled his eyes and followed Allison. "Hi…you want to talk?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Go away," said Allison.
"Where do you want me to go?" asked Andy.
"Go away!" Allison said again.
Andy stood there for another second before he walked away.
Angela shook her head and she continued to make her way around the library unseen. She pulled a second joint out of her pocket and lit up as she continued to watch everyone. Somehow they all ended up sitting on the floor together.
"What would you do for a million bucks?" asked Claire.
"What would I do for a million bucks?" asked Andy. "I guess I'd do as little as I had to," he said with a chuckle.
"That's boring," responded Claire.
"Well, how am i supposed to answer?" asked Andy.
"The idea is to, like, search your mide for the absolute limit," said Claire. "Like, um….would you drive to school naked?" she said with a grin.
Andy chuckled, "Uh, would I have to get out of the car?" he asked.
"Of course."
"In the spring or winter?"
"Doesn't matter. Spring."
"In front of the school or in the back of the school?"
"Why you gotta ask so many questions?" asked Angela. "Just answer the question. Would you drive to school butt ass naked?"
Andy looked between Angela and Clare for a moment before he answered, "Yes."
Claire looked shocked and Angela just laughed.
"I'd do that," said Allison. "I'll do anything sexual. I don't need a million dollars to do it either."
Claire rolled her eyes, "You're lying."
Angela looked concerned at Allison's admission.
"I already have," said Allison. "I've done just about everything there is, except a few things that are illegal. I'm a nymphomaniac," she said with a grin.
"Lie," said Claire.
"Are your parents aware of this?" asked Brian looking concerned.
"The only person I told was my shrink," said Allison.
"What did he do when you told him?" asked Andy.
"He nailed me," said Allison.
"Very nice," said Claire shaking her head.
"I don't think from a legal standpoint what he did can be construed as rape since I paid him," said Allison.
"And I really think you need to get a different shrink," said Angela
"He's an adult," said Claire.
"Yes, and he's married too," Allison said with a smile.
"Oh! Do you have any idea how completely gross that is?" said Claire.
"What? That she's nailing a married man or that she's nailing an older man?" asked Angie.
"There isn't a difference," said Claire.
"Yeah, Claire, there is. Morals get involved as well. You don't sleep with a married man," said Angie. "But older men typically have their shit together."
"And you've slept with an older man?" asked Claire. "How old was he?" she asked with a smirk.
"He was twenty-three at the time," Angie said with a shrug of her shoulders.
"And you were how old?" asked Claire "And did you actually sleep with him?"
"I was seventeen," said Angie. "And would you like to see the proof?"
"What proof is there?" scoffed, Claire.
Angie stood up and pulled her shirt up to show off her side. She had a long scratch down the side of her ribs. "I don't suggest meeting someone through the classifieds. He told me was seventeen at first and then he tried to kill me. So you wanna go older, be smart about it," she said before she walked off.
As Angela walked around the stacks she heard the sound of a needle sliding across a record. She smiled as she heard the music come on. Tensions were running high in the group. She had heard them start crying and yelling at each other after she had walked out, but she just didn't have the energy to deal with it. As she looked out over the library she saw Bender climb on top of the statue and Allison and Claire start dancing on the first floor. Brian was dancing as he came out of the media room while Andy was off on his own dancing as well.
"Whatcha doin', hoodlum?" asked Bender as he came walking down the stacks.
"Minding my own," she said as she continued to walk and run her hands across the books.
"We heard everyone else's story," he said. "So what's yours?"
"Do you care?" she asked, looking over her shoulder at him.
"Maybe?" he said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Or maybe you care about Claire?" she said as she turned the corner of the bookshelf.
"Or maybe she's more outspoken and draws attention to herself," said Bender.
"Oh, before I forget," she said as she stuck her hand into her shirt. "You souvenir," she said as she handed the screw to the door back to Bender.
"You still had this?" asked Bender.
"I forgot it was there," she said with a shrug.
"So what's your story?" he asked, still following her.
Angela shrugged her shoulders and kept walking.
"Is this how you know everyone's secrets, you stay quiet and hide in the shadows?" he said with a chuckle.
"I sit behind you in Algebra class," she said without looking at him. "Fourth period, after lunch. You always come back smelling like weed. Andy is in my second period, front row, far left desk. Claire uses the hallway like her own gossip rooms, so that wasn't hard. But when you go unnoticed by damn near anyone, you can get just about anywhere in the school," she said with a shrug.
"So what does Carl know about you?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" asked Angela.
"He said he knows what's in our lockers and what not, so what's he know about you?" asked Bender.
"Could be anything?" she said with a shrug.
"Pretty sure you had a silent conversation earlier," said Bender.
Angela turned and faced Bender and sighed. "I can get to so many places in the school because Carl is pretty much the only one who sees me. So, if i need to hide away, I go find Carl, simple as that."
"Can't hide during school hours," said Bender.
"Just drop it," said Angela.
"Then tell me," said Bender.
"She doesn't have to," said Claire walking up to them.
"I don't need you to save me," said Angela.
"Whatever," said Claire. "It's almost four," she said looking at Bender.
John nodded his head but didn't move from his spot. "You gonna tell me?"
"Maybe someday," she said. "You gonna tell me why you kissed me?"
"Maybe someday," he said with a chuckle. "You really get sliced by a guy?" he said, glancing down to her side.
"Yeah, and I don't let it define me," she said. Outside my family, you're the only ones that know."
"Takes a lot of trust," said Bender.
"No, it keeps other people from ending up where I did," she said.
"You know, Tish talks about you sometimes," said John leaning against the stacks.
"That's nice, yesterday she told me she thought I was dead," said Angela.
"She's pissed," said Bender.
"Don't care, she's a dumb bitch and i don't like her," said Angela. "She's got a dumb name to go with it."
"Tish is odd, but not dumb," said Bender.
"Platisha," said Angela off hand.
"What?"
"Oh, shit. You didn't hear that," she said, turning to look at him.
"Like hell i didn't," he said with a laugh. "I'm so gonna call her that on Monday.
"No you're not, or you're gonna be stuck with me as your detention buddy for the rest of the year," said Angela.
"That wouldn't be too bad," he said walking over to her. "You make things interesting and it's better than being alone," he said as he stood right in front of her.
"But I don't want to spend my Saturdays at school," she said looking up at him.
"I'm sure we can find something to do," he said leaning over her.
Angela stared at him for what felt like eternity before she grabbed his shirt and pulled him down to meet her lips. John ran his fingers through her hair and gripped tight while his other hand went to her back and held her close. He pushed her back against the bookshelf and slipped his knee between her legs as his right hand left her hair and traced down her body to her chest.
Angie pulled away suddenly, breathing hard, "You've got to get back to where ever he took you."
"No," he said leaning in again and sliding his tongue into her mouth. Angela moaned as he picked her up and turned towards the wall and pressed her against it. She wrapped her legs around his waist as her arms wrapped around his neck. He groaned as he nudged his stiff member against the seam of her jeans. He swallowed her moan when she bucked against him.
"John," she said breathily.
"Tell me," he said as he kissed up and down her neck.
"Please," she moaned as she pressed into her again.
"Tell me," he said adding more friction and pressure to his movements.
"Bender! Time to go!" shouted Andy from across the stacks.
Bender groaned as he dropped her feet back to the group and rested his forehead in the crook of her neck.
"Go, before you get in more trouble," she said shoving at his chest.
"Wait for me?" he said.
"Maybe," she said as he walked away.
She took a deep breath as she watched him walk back up the stairs to the second floor and climb back through the hole in the ceiling.
"Brian?" asked Claire. "Are you gonna write your paper?"
"Yeah, why?" he asked.
"Well, it's kind of a waste for all of us to write our paper, don't you think?" she said. "Well,that's what Vernon wants us to do," said Brian.
"She wants you to write the paper for everyone," said Angela walking over to the group. "Whatever you decide to do, leave me out of it. I've done mine already."
"When did you write yours?" asked Claire.
"This morning," said Angela shrugging her shoulders. "Before lunch."
"You gonna show us what you've been working on?" asked Brian.
"What's she been working on?" asked Brian.
"It's nothing," she said putting her pencil bag in her big bag.
"She's had that notepad all day," said Brian.
"I also said that I might show it to you when I'm done," she said turning to look at him. "Who says I'm done?"
"Are you done?" he asked curiously.
"Yeah, I think I am," she said with a smile as she ripped the paper out.
"It's four o'clock," said Claire. "Let's get out of here," she said sliding off the banister.
Angela glanced at the clock and then back down at the paper in her hands. "Keep it," she said before she walked off.
Brian and Andy looked down at the paper and saw that it was a drawing of them, all off them sitting at the tables this morning looking at each other.
"Wow, she's good," said Brian.
"Yeah," said Andy as he looked up.
"What's up?" asked Brian as he looked up.
Andy was focused on Allison who had walked off with Claire. Brian shook his head as he walked over to the table and started to write their paper. Angela smiled as she watched Andy and Allison talk as she walked out of the library. She glanced around and then saw Carl.
"Carl," she said, getting his attention, "Where is he?"
"Supply closet next to the basement stairs," he said, nodding down the hall.
Angela nodded her head and took off walking in that direction.
"Ange," said Carl. She turned and looked at him. "He might actually be good enough for you."
"They never are," she said with a smile as she walked off.
A/N: Three chapters in one day! I could have spaced these out over the next few days, but then I'd forget about them or not have the time to post them. And i don't like waiting days/weeks to find out what happens next and I've kept y'all waiting long enough. One more chapter left and then i'm done. Hope you enjoy!
