A/N: hey guys! The move was rough but I'm finally back home. This story is a lot harder to write than I expected so whatever! Please review and tell me you hate it

Side note the survey idea was taken from another 80's cult movie. Each line is a different persons response ( I couldnt use different fonts)so tell me which one you think belongs to Allison

Chapter 8: The Lighter Side of Drama

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" Allison was standing over Andy who was talking to his wrestling buddy Rick, who was now looking at Allison with an annoyed smirk on his face.

"Yeah," Andrew said. When they were out of earshot he asked, "What's up?"

Allison had been fuming over her conversation with Bender. On her way over to the cafeteria she had decided she was going to tell Andrew everything. At least that way she would be able to vent out her frustrations. She told him about the conversation at the bungalows and even mentioned what she overheard the night of the party.

"I didn't want to say anything before I spoke to Claire," she said explaining her silence to Andrew up till then. "But I haven't seen her. And the talk with Bender just totally flipped me out; I needed to talk about it."

"It's okay," Andrew told her. She could tell that he wasn't upset and she felt better about having someone to talk to.

"He just hit a nerve with that whole 'sellout' shit," she continued. "I mean I might have changed my clothes and people are actually talking to me, but I'm still the same old basketcase as before, right?" She wasn't sure why she needed reassurance. It almost felt the way it had when Katarina, her lab partner, had confronted her before. She wanted to hear what Andrew had to say about it.

"Well," he started and noticing the glare Allison was giving him he continued, "I mean you have to see it the way he does. He doesn't know what's going on so he's coming up with his own ideas. And if Claire wants him to change, well of course that's gonna upset him."

"I can't believe you're siding with him?" she was genuinely offended. "And that shouldn't even matter. If he liked her he would try." She said it but when she did she knew there was no truth to it. Allison could not begin to see Bender changing who he was for anyone, especially a girl.

"Like you did with me?" he asked.

"I guess so," she responded non-significantly. She wasn't in the mood to start that conversation with Andy yet. "Look let's just go to class before we get into a big argument."

The Sex Fantasy Survey…

Answer these questions as truthfully as possible. Remember your name is not on this.

1. How often do you think about sex?

Hard to say. I wasn't thinking about it before but now I am.

It would be easier to ask how often I don't think about it.

Every minute of everyday

About sixty four percent of the time.

I really don't have time for this…

2. If you could give your sexual fantasies a rating what would they be? General, PG-13, or R?

Probably a PG-13 for mild language and no nudity? Is that even possible?

Ha, Ha is there anything higher than R?

Have to be NC-17 for lots of nudity, violence, and strong language

General!

This is so stupid. I am not doing this

3. Who would be the main character of your sexual fantasy? It could be anyone so long as they are not dead. Well they could be, if you're into that sort of thing…

David Bowie…he's not dead is he?

Jenny Hayworth, since I've already had her.

The guy that cleans my neighbor's pool but don't tell anyone.

Senator Charyl Axley, who says power isn't attractive?

That's so disgusting I can't believe you guys are actually answering these absurd questions. Barry Mantelow

4. Title of your fantasy?

Magic Dance and Under Pressure

You Want to do What?

Wet and Wild

A Day at the Office

I Love You

(Survey continued on back)

Looking down at her unfinished survey, Allison began to pack up her stuff. It was only a few minutes until study hall was over. At least the survey had managed to take her mind off of her confrontation with Bender. She couldn't really blame him for being cruel. The situation with Claire was a sensitive topic and he probably didn't want to hear Allison's opinion, even if she was only trying to help.

Allison was certainly feeling inadequate. After Saturday all she wanted to do was talk to Claire and offer her support but she hadn't even seen her and she had also managed to get on Bender's bad side. Which, as she had learned in detention, wasn't a good place to be.

She made her way out to the hall but instead of making her way to her Spanish Class she ran straight into the bathroom. Her Coke from lunch was finally catching up to her and a sensitive bladder would probably have her confusing her "Como estan?" with her, "muchas gracias."

"Como estan, bitches?" she said under her breath giggling at her endless wit. She took a seat in her favorite stall. It took her a minute to relax but as she waited for relief shepassed the time readingthe supply oftoilet humor Shermer High had to offer. The stalls were covered with the messy, sprawled, and barely legible writing of current and former students.

There once was a floozy named Annie

Whose prices were cozy, but canny?

A buck for a fuck

Fifty cents for a suck

And a dime for a feel of her fanny

Deeply entertained Allison had just begun reading the line of another one, "There once was a man from Nantucket. Whose…" when she heard the restroom door open. The silent bathroom was now filled with the voices of two girls.

"Why is she acting that way?" one girl asked.

"Beats me," a second girl added."You know, Grace told me she saw her talking to that freak Bender yesterday. If it's true, what the hell is that about?"

"I don't know Les," with a hint of indifference inher voice. "But if she keeps it up people are going to start talking. Come on let's get out of here."

A few seconds later Allison heard the restroom door close and once again she was left in silence.

Later as she was riding home with Andrewfound herself, once again, contemplating whether or not to tell him what she had heard. She was one hundred percent sure that the two voices had belonged to Jenny and Leslie, Claire's friends. It was just Allison's luck that she had been in the restroom when they walked in. Lately she was becoming a magnet for private conversation which she wasn't supposed to be a part of. And Allison was not favoring the retelling of what she had learned, plus it seemed as though Andrew had other things on his mind.

"Is it okay If I go over to your house today?" he asked her.

"I guess so," she answered totally aware that she could not keep him a secret any longer. "My parents won't be home until later anyway so it'll be okay."

"Thanks," he said patting her gently on the hand. "It's just that my old man has been riding my ass all week. He doesn't think I'm doing enough to prepare for the next match."

"Not doing enough?" Allison said in genuine shock. "That's such bull. We've been staying late after school for days now. This is the first time you've had an afternoon free. What the hell is he playing at?"

"Yeah I know," he agreed. "But that isn't enough for him. The only way he'd ever be satisfied is if I spent every waking minute in the fucking gym. I just don't want to be around him today."

She didn't respond. Andrew had put on his serious father face and she understood this as a sign not to ask anymore questions. The past few weeks with Andrew had given her an open window to his life and all the horrible stuff he had mentioned about his dad in detention were turning out to be true. Allison thought about the two extremes. On the one hand, Andrew had a father who was freakishly controlling, on the other hand, was Allison's dad who simply ignored her. It was hard to decide which one was worse.

As they drove up to her house Allison's stomach gave a lurch. Her mom's Corssica was parked in the driveway. It was inevitable she was going to have to make the dreaded introduction.

A/N: short chapter I know but like i said before whatever. Anyways, please review! Ciao