Title: I've Seen You Before
Author: TWBasketcase
Rating: T for language and substance abuse.
Chapter Summary: What happens with our two unsung heroes when they get caught in Claire's house…by Claire and Andy? Will they make it out alive?
A/N: Sorry for the delay, here is chapter 5!
Chapter 5 – Red Handed
Allison tried to make her way past the blonde haired boy. He made no move to stop, only lifted his arm so that he was blocking the doorway. He had a bewildered look on his face, like she was the weirdest person he had ever laid eyes on. The scrutinizing look made her nervous; she wasn't so good when it came to conversation…especially when said conversation was with good looking jock boys.
"Did you hear me?" He mouthed his words quietly with uncertainty.
Allison just said nothing; her mouth had been hanging open and she just snapped it shut. He was staring her in the eye…like he was looking straight through her.
He eased up a bit and folded his arms, "Fine…forget I asked."
Allison felt like she had been left hanging, and suddenly she felt frustrated, "Like you would care anyways."
The boy shrugged his shoulders and walked past her towards the bench seat by the window. He didn't sit down, he just watched out the window…at the sky. "Does it make any difference to you whether or not I care?"
Allison eyed him carefully, "Maybe it does…maybe not."
Billy Idol's 'Rebel Yell' began playing downstairs, and Allison took note of this, "You guys actually listen to something good?"
He smirked and turned around to face her, "He isn't good. He's fucked."
Allison snorted, "Okay…" She wondered briefly if he was in fact one of those weird kids who liked Michael Jackson and Madonna. She was snapped away from her thoughts when he spoke up.
"So…why are you here?" He was staring her in the eye again. She quickly looked down to the floor and folded her arms, "It's a party…why not?"
The boy cocked an eyebrow and sat down on the bench, "Well no offense or anything, but people like you don't really show up at these sorts of things very often."
Allison began to get irritated, "People like me?"
He nodded and shrugged, "Sure…quiet and shy people who have a whole clan of equally quiet and strange friends living under a rock with them." He laughed a bit.
Allison eyed him carefully and jutted out her chin, "That's not true…"
He looked at her amusedly, "How so? You don't take part in school functions, or dances…I never see you around town."
She shrugged, "Well I don't have any friends…well maybe the weird guy I showed up here with counts…but I don't know. I don't live under a rock…I live in an apartment." She blew her bangs out of her face and smirked at him, "And you don't see me around town because I don't hang out at the mall or other lame diners and such. I'm usually out at my shrink's office…or riding my bike and stalking people."
He looked at her worriedly, "Really?"
She grinned devilishly, "Oh yeah, for sure. This one day I got so…interested…in spying on these two people having sex that they actually caught me."
He swallowed hard and looked at her with wide blue eyes, "What did they do?"
She shrugged nonchalantly, "Invited me to join in."
His mouth fell open in shock, "Are you serious?"
Her grin widened, she loved when people ate up her bull shit. It amused the hell out of her, "Sure."
"Well that just kinda…um, you know…it's interesting."
She nodded and sat down on a fuzzy pink Scooby Doo chair, "Oh it's very exciting…I love the rush."
He nodded, "Don't you ever feel wrong about it?"
Her heart suddenly panged but she kept a straight face, "No…I screw for pleasure."
He nodded and placed his chin in his hand, "You know its funny…so many times I hear girls say that about guys…but I'm starting to get the feeling that it's girls that think that way."
She began to feel awkward, not liking where the conversation was going; she didn't want to be classified as being in the same group of girls he was talking about…even if she was lying to him, "Think what way?"
"That sex is just meant for pleasure. I always thought…you know…it should be about caring…and confidence and feeling important." He raked a hand through his hair, "I mean if you wanted to get off couldn't you just look at porn?"
Allison was shocked at his reply. Was this guy – this popular guy – having a sex discussion…with her? She shook it off and smiled, "Yeah it should be."
He looked at her strangely, "You think so? Because that's not what you said before…"
Allison began to blush, "I know…I was just…"
He laughed, "Fucking with me? I figured as much."
She let out a quiet laugh, "Was it that noticeable?"
He stood up and walked towards her, "No, not really. That was a pretty outrageous lie though…you have some sort of talent for that or something?"
She shrugged indifferently, "Something like that."
He stood in front of her and offered out his hand, "I'm Andrew."
"Allison," she replied, shyly taking her hand back.
"So you go to Shermer High School?"
Allison nodded her head and she was about to reply when a loud noise emitted from the down the stairs, followed by a female shrieking. She looked at Andy – who seemed to have grown concerned – and craned her neck back towards the door. She wasn't going to think anything of it until she heard a male voice – a familiar one – screaming back in response.
She looked back at Andrew regretfully, "I'm sorry…I have to go…"
"Wait…"
But she didn't…she quickly gathered her bag and headed for the stairs. She wondered what the hell John had gotten into now.
"Well, looks like I've been caught red handed, huh princess?" Bender asked the soaking wet red headed girl in front of him. She spun around quickly at the sound of his voice, and she looked shocked to see him standing there. Her eyes were wide and her hand was placed over her heart like he scared the daylights out of her. She let out a loud breath and soon her worried look turned into an angry one.
"Who the hell are you?" She snapped at him.
"I was sent down from the sex gods…I'm here to meet all your needs, baby," He smirked at her and folded his arms over his chest; "I'm all yours!"
She glared at him, "Excuse me?"
He waved his hand in front of his nose and contorted his face, "Damn woman, how much have you been drinking?"
She narrowed her eyes even further; he didn't think it was possible for her to do so but she did, "Oh you're one to talk! You aren't even standing up straight!"
He rolled his eyes, "Yeah but that sort of behavior is expected from me…you on the other hand," He grinned devilishly, "It's not very lady like."
She dropped her hands to her side and stormed past him and began looking through her clothes, "Fuck off…what do you know about being lady like anyways? The only females you're probably familiar with are crack whores."
He cocked and eyebrow and shook his hair out of his face, "Maybe so…but I do know when a girl comes in her room pissed drunk and soaking wet she must've been doin' something naughty"
A blush rose feverishly to her cheeks, "I was doing nothing…thank you very much!" She tucked her wet red locks behind her ear and swept past him once more towards her door, "Just a bunch of guys being assholes is all, now will you please get out of my house?"
He ignored her request and sat down on her bed. He grabbed a grey stuffed animal and pretended to punch it in the face. She ripped it from his arms and glared at him – again – and stood expectantly with her arms crossed. He grinned at her, "All those guys are assholes. Faggots too; I don't know why you waste your time with them."
She rolled her eyes, "Well no kidding. But who would you rather suggest, huh? You? Some stoner kid? A dork?" She laughed at his facial expression bitterly, "It's none of your business anyways, so leave! Now!"
He shrugged his shoulders again and lay down on his back, "You know…we do have that in common you know…hatin' all those kids down there." When she struggled to see what he was getting at he grinned widely, "If ya wanna lay down with me I can make you feel better." He lay on his back with his arms outstretched wide and his legs spread.
She scoffed, "I would rather eat shit."
He grabbed his stomach in mock pain, "Well fuck…" He pretended to fart, "I could help you with that too."
She balled her hands up into fists and set her jaw, "Get. Out. Now."
He laughed, "You can't make me."
"This is my house and if you don't leave I will call the police!" She hissed.
He laughed and shook his hair from his eyes, "And tell them what? That out of the fifty underage drinkers here you want the skid gone?"
She glared at him, "Will you please just be nice and leave! I am not having a good night!"
He glared back, "What mommy and daddy's fifty thousand dollar mantle piece get broken?"
"What the fuck do you know? You don't even know me!" She screamed.
He sat up so that he was seated and only a few feet away from her, "I know that you are a spoiled rich little bitch! Is that enough or did you want a more detailed profile?"
She seethed, "You know what? Just forget it okay? I don't even know why you're here…and just like everyone else in this god forsaken house, I can't get you to leave. So I will just leave you alone, okay?" Her eyes began to well up with frustrated tears and she turned to leave. Bender didn't know what to say.
He pulled the pink underwear out of his pocket, "Hey, did you wanna take these before you go?"
She turned around and when she saw what he was hanging on to her whole face turned a bright shade of pink. She raked a hand through her wet hair and her arms fell to the side of her cherry red, strapless party dress, "You pig! Give those back!"
He tucked them half way into the front of his pants, "Come and get them."
She blushed profusely once again and stormed up to him, trying to hide her fear. He laughed at her and placed his arms behind his head, "I'm waiting, princess."
Much to his surprise she grabbed them from out of his pants, and then proceeded to hit him – with a closed fist – where it counts the most. He grabbed himself in pain, "You stupid bitch!"
She threw the underwear towards her closet and placed her hands on her hips, "Well that's what you get for going where you don't belong! You animal!"
"I'll show you animal!" He got up – slower than intended – and stalked towards her. She swallowed hard and threw open the door and ran out into the hallway, "Get out of here you fucking burner!" She screamed a lot louder than he wanted her to.
"Shut the fuck up!" he screamed right back at her, still holding himself.
"Get away from me, pervert!" She pushed away from him and looked at the boys at the bottom of the stairs, "He won't leave me alone!"
One of the boys came up the stairs and stared at Bender, "Claire, is this guy bugging you? Why are you all wet? And why is he touching himself?"
"The bitch hit me in the nuts!"
The other boy cocked an eyebrow, "It looks to me like you're doing things with yourself that you shouldn't be doing in front of a lady." Just at that moment two bodies came barreling down the stairs from the upper level. It was Bender's – still unidentified – lady friend, and the blonde jock he saw from earlier. He could have sworn he was in the bathroom getting busy.
"What's going on here?" Andrew asked.
"This hood here was playing with himself in Claire's room!" The other boy replied.
Claire fumed, "He stole my underwear!"
Bender seethed, "She hit my nuts!"
The girl squeaked.
A dark haired boy appeared on the top of the stairs behind the first boy, "I think its time we get you two freaks out of here!"
Andrew stepped forward, "Now Paul, we don't need to do that…"
Claire sighed loudly, "Can all of you just get the hell out of here, please?"
Paul ignored her, "No you two stay out of it. We'll handle this punk." He stepped forward and grabbed Bender by the back of the shirt and threw him towards the other boy, whose letterman's jacket read, 'Mitch'. Bender struggled with his grasp, but quit when he almost lost his footing down the large, twisting staircase. He heard his darker haired companion from earlier yell at the boys from behind him, but they didn't let up. Two more boys joined the two that had him and dragged him towards the front door. The door was thrown open and he was deposited into a nearby snow bank. He struggled to make it to his feet, but failed when the white fluffy stuff proved to be much too slippery for fast action.
He saw the girl behind the four approaching boys; she actually had enough balls to grab one of them by the sleeve of his jacket and yell at him to stop. But just like they did with him, they threw her off to the side and into the snow. The other three boys approached Bender quickly and proceeded to start hitting him. One boy was holding his arms back while the other two began hitting him in the face and the upper body. The fourth boy who had flung off his friend had swept his legs out from under him so that he was now flat on his back and in the snow.
"Come guys, lay off! Now!" came a male voice from behind the group. It was enough to distract the boys for long enough so that Bender could break free. He rolled onto his side in the snow and the girl rushed to his side. She swept his hair from his face and looked at the boy who stopped everything.
The four boys walked off cursing under their breath. Bender was mentally screaming for them to go fuck themselves. He tried to sit up, but when he worked too slowly, a strong pair of hands grabbed him by the jacket and hauled him up from the grass, "You okay, man?"
Bender's brown eyes locked with blue and he immediately shoved the hands away, "I'm fine, Sporto…why don't you go find someone else to rescue?"
Andrew looked at him confused, "I wasn't 'rescuing' anyone. I just wanted to give you a hand since you were a friend of Allison's." He turned to face his now named lady friend, "this is the guy you were talking about, right?"
She nodded mutely and looked at Bender, "Are you okay?"
He brushed himself off, "I'm fine, Allison."
She looked at Andrew regretfully, "We should go."
He nodded his head, "Yeah…I'll see ya around…I guess."
She shrugged, "Yeah…but probably not." She grabbed Bender by the elbow and turned him around so that they were walking towards the drive way. He ripped his arm from her grasp and glared at her, "What the hell was that?"
She looked at him completely confused, "What do you mean…are you alright?"
He rolled his eyes, "I'm fine. Those merry bands of jockstraps always go around jumping people…five on one or whatever. Why the fuck were you even conversing with one of those cocksuckers?"
She looked at him offended, "What the hell are you talking about?"
Bender looked at her like she had grown another head, "You know exactly what I am talking about. That guy is just like those clowns that came after us…and all those other assholes from school. Don't be a fucking sellout, Allison."
She shook her head angrily, and jammed her hands in her pockets, "Talking to someone doesn't make me a sell out."
Bender scoffed, "You realize you wouldn't even tell me your fucking name all night – which wasn't even that special of a name to hide in the first place," He kicked a stone across the road angrily, "Yet you tell that tight wearing faggot and you don't even know him!"
She glared at him, "I don't even know you either!"
He softened a touch, "Yeah but me and you are on the same side. He – and that red headed bitch – is from a totally different planet. There is a difference."
She looked at him with large, shiny eyes, "There doesn't have to be."
Bender shook his head angrily and shoved his hands in his jeans, "Yeah…yeah there does."
TBC
A/N: Don't you love it when Bender gets beat up? I do. So there isn't much left to this story…as soon as their night is finished so is this fic. So he finally learned Allison's name, met face to face with Claire and Andrew, and got beat up! What else is left? Stay tuned to find out, and don't forget to review!
