"All right, great! Where'd you learn to do that?" asked Andrew, impressed.

"Camp, seventh grade..." she replied, embarrassed. Yeah, you should be embarrassed, princess.

"That was great, Claire... my image of you is totally blown..." said the delinquent sarcastically.

I was going to say something to, but the angry look on Allison's face told me not to, I don't want her to judge me, I think we could be great friends and I don't want to blow that.

"You're a shit! Don't do that to her, you swore to God you wouldn't laugh!" the basket-case exclaimed.

"Am I laughing?"

"You fucking prick!" Andrew said.

The criminal turned to the jock with a frustrated look on his face. "What do you care what I think, anyway? I don't even count, right? I could disappear forever and it wouldn't make any difference... I may as well not even exist at this school, remember?" Bender threw in his face what he said about us earlier today and I cheered internally. Take that, sporto!

"And you don't like him, anyway." I chimed in, deciding against my decision of not speaking.

"You know, I have just as many feelings as you do and it hurts just as much when somebody steps all over them!" Claire said at the verge of tears. Oh, now she try to be the victim after insulting us all day long?

"God, you're so pathetic! Don't you ever... ever! Compare yourself to me! Or to Jazz! Okay? You got everything and we got shit! Fucking Rapunzel, right? School would probably fucking shut down if you didn't show up! 'Queenie isn't here!' I like those earrings Claire." Oh, boy, John was pissed! I'll let him speak before intervening.

"Shut up..." little queenie muttered.

"Are those real diamonds, Claire?" the criminal went on.

"Shut up!"

He ignored the princess and continue. "I bet they are... did you work, for the money for those earrings?"

"Shut... Your mouth!"

Again, she's been ignored. "Or did your daddy buy those?"

"Shut up!"

Claire started crying, but that didn't stop Bender. "I bet he bought those for you! I bet those are a Christmas gift! Right? You know what I got for Christmas this year? It was a banner fuckin' year at the old Bender family! I got a carton of cigarettes. The old man grabbed me and said 'Hey! Smoke up Johnny!' Okay, so go home and cry to your daddy, don't cry here, okay?"

Once I was sure he was finished, I started talking. "What did you say earlier, Claire? You have as much feelings as us? And it hurts you when we step over them? Well I didn't think you would say stuff like that... Know why? Because all day long, you judged me and Bender! You stepped all over our feelings! It's supposed to be okay when you do it but as soon as we say things not even that bad compared to all the shit you threw at us, it's the end of the world? Well, know what? You're not the center of the world, there's 7 billions of humans being, not everything revolve around you so think about that next time you open your stupid mouth!"

Everybody was looking at me, astonished. I just glared at Queen Bitch and drank more vodka.

There was a silence until Andrew spoke up. "My God, are we gonna be like our parents?" I guess he's referring to what John was saying before my outburst.

"Not me... ever..." said Claire.

"It's unavoidable, it just happens." retorted Allison.

"What happens?' I questioned softly... I don't want to end up like my parents...

"When you grow up, your heart dies." the basket-case explained a bit.

"Who cares?" asked Bender.

"I care..." said Allison at the verge of tears.

"Me too, I don't want to end up like my parents..." I added, letting a tear escape my eyes.

"Um, I was just thinking, I mean. I know it's kind of a weird time, but I was just wondering, um, what is gonna happen to us on Monday? When we're all together again? I mean I consider you guys my friends, I'm not wrong, am I?" Brian brought up.

"No..." Andrew assured the nerd.

"So, so on Monday... what happens?" he asked again.

"Are we still friends, you mean? If we're friends now, that is?" clarified the princess.

"Yeah.."

"Do you want the truth?" the ginger girl questioned.

"Yeah, I want the truth..." said the brain.

"I don't think so..." she said. That bitch!

"Well, do you mean with all of us or just John and Jazz?" Allison asked, trying to give her a chance, I guess.

"With all of you..." she confirmed.

"That's a real nice attitude, Claire!" spat the jock.

"Oh, be honest, Andy... if Brian came walking up to you in the hall on Monday, what would you do? I mean picture this, you're there with all the sports. I know exactly what you'd do, you'd say hi to him and when he left you'd cut him all up so your friends wouldn't think you really liked him!" the bitch tried to reason him.

"No way!" he argued.

"What if I came up to you?" questioned Allison.

"Same exact same thing!" retorted the princess.

"You are a bitch!" yelled Bender.

"Why? 'Cause I'm telling the truth? That makes me a bitch?" she answered back.

"No! 'Cause you know how shitty that is to do to someone! And you don't got the balls to stand up to your friends and tell them that you're gonna like who you wanna like!" said John.

"Okay, what about you, you hypocrite! Why don't you take Allison to one of your heavy metal vomit parties? Or take Brian out to the parking lot at lunch to get high? What about Andy for that matter, what about me, what about Jazmine? What would your friends say if you were walking down the hall together? They'd laugh their asses off and for their turn and you would probably hand her to them, not that she would care!" Claire totally attacked us.

"Don't you ever talk about my friends! You don't know any of my friends, you don't look at any of my friends and you certainly wouldn't condescend to speak to any of my friends, so just stick to the things you know, shopping, nail polish, your father's BMW and your poor-rich-drunk mother in the Caribbean!" yelled the criminal.

"Shut up!" she spat while sobbing.

"And as far as being concerned about what's gonna happen when Bender and I walk down the hallways at school, I'm sure it's none of your goddamned business what we do! And I'm sure you're dissing me because you're jealous that I somewhat had something with Bender and you don't! So just burry your head in the sand and wait for your fucking prom!" I yelled. "Just so you guys know, I want to stay friends and be with you Monday..." I add quietly.

"Then I assume Allison and I are better than you uys, huh? Us weirdos..." Johnson trailed off before turning to Allison. "Do you, would you do that to me?"

"Wait, why am I not better? I said I would still be friends with you!" I objected, but got ignored.

"I don't have any friends." said Allison.

"Well, if you did?" insisted Brian.

"No, I don't think the kind of friends I'd have would mind..." answered Allison.

"I don't have any friends either..." I chimed in, earning a look from the gang.

"I just wanna tell, each of you, that's what different from me and you, Jazz, anyway, I just wanna tell you that I wouldn't do that... I wouldn't and I will not! 'Cause I think that's real shitty..." Brian told us.

"Your friends wouldn't mind because they look up to us... and they probably want to do it with Jazz because they know that's the only way they could get any action." said Claire.

To that, Brian laughed. That was so not funny! Why the hell is he laughing?!

Do I need to say again that I didn't know where to cut the chapter? :')