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Comrade's POV

As I escorted Roxy down one of the long and vacant hallways of shitty Shermer, I kicked a few pieces of paper that were lying on the floor out of my way. They were pages from last week's school newspaper, the front page reading "Clarke Sparks Grapplers" in thick black letters. I felt Roxy's fingers curl more, digging deeper into my shoulder when the pieces of paper flew away from each other, taking off in opposite directions from the slight draft my swift kick gave off. "Clarke Sparks Grapplers" slid across the dirty tiles and flung into a row of yellow lockers, abandoned from the rest of the pages flying down to the opposite end of the hall.

Roxy quietly scoffed, slightly lessening her grip on my leather jacket. "Was that really necessary?" she asked.

"Damn straight," I simply answered. Just then, as we came across the same yellow poster that was too gigantic for anybody to ignore (especially me since I had to pass that damn thing between each of my periods), a small smirk began to mess around with the corners of my mouth. The reminder "Vote For Your Prom Queen" was smacked on the huge poster, decorated in blue, yellow, and white. There was also some red, due to the overuse of the deep red glitter on 'Prom' and 'Queen.' Small chuckles escaped from my lips as I grabbed the end of one of the vaguely sparkly streamers, giving it one rough tug. That was enough to cause it to snap, fluttering down from the poster and landing on the floor.

"Oops," I said in total mock, beginning to chuckle again afterwards. Last Saturday, I served detention for printing the word "DIE" in white spray paint on the exact same poster. It was still where I had marked it, too. Not only was I busted by Mr. Pain in the Ass Dick Vernon, but he confiscated my spray paint, called my grandmother to make sure she was aware of my new troublemaking move, and assigned me that Saturday detention. However, I was in detention today for an entirely different issue.

I didn't need to see Roxy's eyes to know that she just rolled them. Nobody would actually be able to them since she was now wearing her specialized sunglasses. They looked just like any other pair of dark glasses, but the unbelievably dim lenses were created to mask her eyes and keep them hidden.

"Comrade, can't we just get to the library?" Roxy asked. In the hand that wasn't grasping my shoulder, she was clutching the top of a miniature bag of barbeque chips that I had stole out of the cafeteria for her. Despite how I pulled into the high school at exactly 6:59, I couldn't handle listening to Roxy's stomach growl for another minute. When it came to me, due to my lack of an actual appetite and the habit of commonly skipping meals, having just an apple for breakfast had no affect on my hunger. Though, Roxy was a different story; if she didn't eat, it was like her body was immediately jumping to the conclusion that she was trying to bitch around with her health.

"Relax," I huffed, nudging a part of the streamer off from the top of my shoe before I began leading the way again. "The library is just down this hall."

Roxy muttered "Good" under her breath, but other than that, she didn't say anything else.

Since I've always had a long memory and I received too many detentions to count, it was a very simple task for me to memorize the location of each classroom and understand which hallway led where. I might have not always been a student at Shermer, but I definitely knew the school like it was the back of my hand.

When Roxy and I reached the end of the hall, which collided with yet another hallway and created a 'T' shape, I froze in my tracks when my eyes met the entrance of the library. The door was wide open, practically screaming "Welcome to Saturday detention!" to anybody who had no choice but to be here today.

"Why did we stop?" Roxy asked. She was staring straight ahead at the showcase that was advertising most of the supplies that could be found in the student store, unaware that we had to turn down the right end of the hall in order to reach the door to the library.

"We're about to walk into the library," I informed, waiting a couple of seconds before I turned my head, fixing my attention on my sister. "Are you ready?"

Roxy breathed a quick and dry laugh, right before she said in a flat tone, "No, but we have to get this damn detention over with. Let's go." She attempted to walk first, her hand still squeezing my shoulder, but I quickly grabbed her arm and led her down the right hallway until we reached the library's entrance. If I hadn't reacted quickly, she would have walked the small distance that was between us and the wall and bumped right into the showcase.

As soon as Roxy and I entered the library, my eyes landed on Claire Standish - the bitchy redheaded princess of Shermer High School. She was wearily sitting at the first table, her hands folded over the top of this small grey bag that looked like it came from some overpriced shop. It took her a couple of seconds to realize that she was no longer alone in detention, but by the time Roxy and I were beginning to stroll past her table, Claire's brown eyes immediately made contact with my electric blue ones. I purposely slowed my walking down, keeping the staring contest going for a few moments before I witnessed the disgust sweep across the redhead's face. She narrowed her eyes at me and shook her head, her plumpish lips beginning to press together like she was trying to fight back a disturbed yelp.

I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "That's real damn mature, princess. Maybe if you vomit all over yourself, your daddy will come and after he cleans you all up, he'll promise you a shopping spree to make you feel better." I muttered, tapping my knuckles against her table a single time. I didn't need to look at Claire's face to know that she was shooting me a hard glare, but she could glare at me all that she wanted. I didn't give a shit.

Roxy remained silent as I guided her down the narrow aisle that was created from the two rows of three tables. When we reached the final table in the first row, I gently removed Roxy's backpack from her and leaned it against one of the wooden legs. After that, I pulled out the chair that was closest to the aisle and helped Roxy sit down, immediately noticing that she was having difficulties with opening up the bag of barbeque chips.

"Roxy, let me open that for you." I said as I slipped off my knapsack and dropped it to the floor. Roxy didn't even bother objecting like she usually would, ceasing her attempts at opening the miniature bag and allowing me to take it from her from where I had seated myself in the empty chair beside hers. All without saying a word, too.

Claire turned around in her seat, staring at me and Roxy in disbelief. "Chips for breakfast?" Her prissy voice was full of total judgment.

I peeked up at her for a split second, but then focused on the chip bag again. "Anything is better than the air that you have for breakfast, gingersnap." I sneered, waiting for a few seconds before I took another small glimpse up at the redhead to notice her sending me an even more solid scowl. A small, clearly mocking smile toyed around with the edges of my lips for a couple moments, but it disappeared when Claire turned back around in her chair.

"Comrade," Roxy whispered, her accent dripping with seriousness, "can you go a day without being such a smartass?"

I finally ripped the top of the bag open, releasing the delicious scent of the barbeque chips that were inside. "I'm just being realistic, Roxy. Now eat your chips." I simply said, handing the miniature bag back over to her.

After releasing a small huff, Roxy obeyed, digging her hand into the bag and pulling out a small handful of the chips, stuffing them into her mouth almost instantly.

I leaned back in my chair and kicked my feet up on the top of the table, keeping one of my hands folded over my half eaten apple as I rested it against my stomach.

Suddenly, here came the dorkiest teenager in all of mankind. Brian Johnson, dressed in a cheap brown jacket and a pair of light tannish khakis, was hardly acknowledged by the Princess as he entered the library and walked past her table. By the time the Nerd silently made it to the middle table in the first row, I noticed that he was eyeing Roxy with this stupidly confused look glued on his face. For a few seconds, he watched as she stared blankly ahead and stuffed another handful of chips into her mouth, her dark sunglasses continuing to hide her eyes.

Though, when Brian turned his head towards me and saw that I was giving him what I referred to as 'demon eyes,' he quickly turned away and acted as naturally as possible as he took a seat. My 'demon eyes' expression was a certain glare of mine; it was when I felt the need to defend Roxy spark inside of me and I made my hardened eyes widen to the point where it was like my scowl came from an actual horror movie. Even I thought that it was pretty creepy at times.

As I ceased my glaring at the Nerd, it came to my realization when I looked back to the front of the library that somebody else had welcomed themselves into the detention. Andrew Clarke approached the redhead's table, showing off his varsity letterman's jacket with a large brown bag being clutched in one of his hands. Without shooting the smallest glance at me, Roxy, or the Brain, Andrew silently gestured to the chair that was closest to the aisle at Claire's table. In return, the Princess shrugged. Of course she would allow Andrew of all people to sit with her. After all, he's from "her kind."

The Athlete pulled out the chair, placing his large bag on the floor before he sat down.

John Bender, who I remembered from almost all of my previous Saturday detentions and who I deeply despised, came walking through the door next. None of the other detainees cared to pay attention to how he began to fiddle around with some of the objects that was flooding the librarian's desk, knocking the phone off its receiver before he pocketed a pad of hall passes.

Slipping his dark shades up until they were resting on top of his head, Bender kept his distance from the first table as he walked around it. While doing so, he seemed to have been examining Claire and Andrew, but by the time the Criminal reached the middle of the aisle, his brown eyes had entirely focused on Brian. The silence remained thick enough to be sliced with a knife as Bender motioned for the Geek to get the hell out of his seat.

Brian took no hesitation to listen. While keeping a weak staring contest with Bender, Brian stood up and accidentally dropped his hat to the floor. Quickly, the Brain snatched it back up and gave Bender one final eye to eye glance before he took a seat at the second row's middle table. Bender, on the other hand, sat down and placed his sunglasses on the table before he used the chair that Brian was previously sitting in as a footstool.

Just then, I witnessed Allison quickly shuffle past Andrew and Claire, looking like she was hugging herself. She ignored the different sets of eyes that were beginning to follow her as she took the longer path around the tables, stepping around the strange looking statue in order to get to the last table that was in the second row, across from mine and Roxy's. I could tell that she must have not noticed that Roxy and I were there, because as soon as she slapped her few folders down on the table, she sat down so her back was facing everyone.

Claire and Andrew glanced at each other, hesitating for a moment before they quietly began to exchange snickers. I rolled my eyes at their soft laughter and swept my feet off the table, right before I brought my apple up to my mouth and I sunk my teeth into its juiciness, biting off another chunk for me to chew.

Silence made a reappearance, but this time, it only lasted for a few seconds. The irritating squeaking coming from Dick's shoes repeatedly sang through the air as he entered the library. He had a small, conceited smirk spread across his face as he examined around the room, probably making sure that every assigned detention goer was there.

"Well, well, here we are," Vernon said with so much disrespect in his voice that a new word just had to be invented to describe it. "I want to congratulate you for being on time."

The Princess suddenly raised her hand. "Excuse me, sir? I think there's been a mistake. I know it's detention, but... um... I don't think I belong in here."

A small, scornful smirk slipped across my face. "Aw, what's the matter, strawberry?" I asking, clearly teasing as I sat up straight in my chair. "You afraid that you'll break one of your perfectly manicured nails in front of the rest of us?"

Roxy pressed her slightly grinning lips together, preventing any snickers from leaking out as Claire immediately gazed over her shoulder at me. The look on her face - the bright shade of red that was decorating her cheeks and the strong impatience that was contained in both of her Hershey colored eyes - gave it away that she was entirely fed up with me for one day.

"Mr. Alexandrov," Vernon spoke up again, purposely making himself sound like he was trying to clear his throat when he said my surname. "I see that you successfully managed to sacrifice another one of your Saturdays in order to be in here with us today."

"What can I say?" I shrugged sarcastically, but continued to smirk a little. "I'm honored that you adore my presence, Rich."

"You better watch that mouth of yours, Mr. Alexandrov!" Vernon snapped, warningly shooting his index finger at me. "I'm pretty damn sure that you're available to be here next Saturday if you dare try bitching around with me!"

I wiped my smug grin off my face and rolled my eyes, but decided not to say anything back.

After a few moments of silence, Vernon removed his glare from me and turned his attention to his watch.

"As I was saying, it is now seven-oh-six." he informed dully, which was all it took for Brian to quickly glance at his own watch, too. "You have exactly eight hours and fifty-four minutes to think about why you're here."

I was busy eyeing the floor as Dick talked like anyone gave a shit to listen, but at the sound of what I could tell was somebody trying to clear their throat, I looked back up. Confusion fluttered in my eyes as they instantly landed on Bender.

"Ponder the error of your ways," Vernon continued, just as the Criminal tilted his head far back and spat into the air. A thick string of saliva flew, landing back in Bender's mouth just seconds later.

The Princess whirled herself back around in her chair, releasing a disturbed huff.

At the same time, Roxy sunk her lips into her mouth, clearly trying to hold back a gag.

'The hell?' was the first thought that raced across my mind. I narrowed my eyes at Bender in annoyance, but then rolled them away after a moment so I could fix my attention on Mr. Vernon.

"You may not talk," Dick sneered, pointing a finger at Claire, who stared back at him with this somewhat startled look plastered on her face.

Brian shifted his backpack to the edge of the opposite chair at his table, but just as he made it halfway to slide into the other chair, he froze from Vernon's next order.

"You will not move from these seats,"

Despite how the principal wasn't even looking at him, Brian silently sat back down in his original seat.

I gave my head a slight flick to the left, flipping my brunette bangs out of my face. Just then, Vernon began to make his way down the narrow aisle. At first, I thought he was going to stop when he reached Bender's table, but I was proven wrong when he strolled past the Criminal's table and finally came to a halt when he made it to Roxy's seat. I could see the impatience and hatred beginning to harden faster in Dick's eyes as he bitterly stared at my sightless sister. I could feel my blood already beginning to slowly heat up.

"You will not..." Mr. Vernon hissed as he tugged Roxy's right headphone out of her ear, "listen to music." He then pulled out her left headphone, obviously not caring to consider how Roxy's Walkman wasn't even turned on.

Roxy bit down on her bottom lip and began to nibble at its skin, but other than that, she continued to stare straight ahead and refused to majorly react to Vernon's bitchiness.

I stared down at my lap, twirling my half eaten apple around in my fingertips. "Сукин сын..." I muttered under my breath, referring to Principal Dick. 'Son of a bitch.'

"And you," Vernon's voice had suddenly grown a hell of a lot sharper. Immediately, I whipped my head back up and realized that he was gesturing towards me. I began to assume that he heard me mumble my Russian insult, but again, I was proven wrong when he sneered, "You will not eat anything until lunch!"

From the corner of my eye, I witnessed Roxy slowly place her left leg on top of her right after Vernon said the word 'eat.' Then she pinched the bottom of her skirt between the tips of her thumb and index finger, tugging on the denim fabric slightly to make sure that her shifting didn't result in any unnecessary exposure. Luckily, it didn't. Roxy always made sure to sit properly, but it didn't take me long to realize that she was really hiding the bag of barbeque chips underneath her left leg.

In order to keep Roxy's sneakiness a secret, I started to slowly stare around at the other detainees to see how they were reacting. Andrew and Brian were watching everything from over their shoulders, the glimpse glowing in the Brain's eyes giving it away that he was much more nervous than the Athlete. As for Claire, she wouldn't even drag her eyes away from her table. Bender, on the other hand, was wrapping a thin strand of thread around two of his fingers, pretending to occupy himself as he watched me from the corner of his eye. And lastly, Allison's shock was absolutely evident as it finally came to her realization that Roxy and I were serving the Saturday detention, too. I could've sworn that her jaw was about to slam against the floor.

A tiny grin startled to fiddle around with one of the edges of my mouth, but it instantly stopped when I looked back at Mr. Vernon. He was still standing there beside my sister's chair, but his cruel eyes refused to dart away from me. That solid look on his face was all that I needed to see in order to understand that he wanted me to hand over my apple. Considering my low appetite, I didn't give a shit whether Dick took my breakfast or not...but I wouldn't be me if I just handed it over. Especially to him of all people.

In the complete stillness of the library, I gave Vernon a hard stare that said "What are you going to do about it?" as I rose the apple to my mouth. My eyes stayed connected with his as my teeth removed another juicy chunk from the fruit, resulting in a loud CRUNCH sound echoing through the air. Brian stared in disbelief, his mouth now hanging open in total shock from my disobedience.

Vernon's eyes widened in rage as he shot one of his index fingers at me. "That's it, Mr. Alexandrov! You just earned yourself another Saturday!"

I sarcastically laughed, giving him a quick view of the mashed up food in my mouth. "Oh, that's damn super!" I said between my chewing.

"That's another detention for your ass right there!" sneered the principal.

I swallowed before scoffing. "Do you honestly think having two new Saturdays to serve in this shit hole affects me?"

"I'll be the one to have an affect on you if you don't watch your damn tongue, Mr. Alexandrov!" Vernon held up three fingers. "That's three more detentions!"

"Is that really the best you can do, мудак?" I asked with a small, bitter laugh. 'Asshole.'

Roxy pinched the bridge of her nose, quietly releasing a tiny groan that I could tell meant, 'Get me the hell out of this situation.'

Vernon's face was beginning to transform to a deep shade of scarlet. "That's four, you want five?" His voice was starting to rise, too.

I shrugged, taking another echoing bite out of my apple just to piss Mr. Vernon off even more. "Why the hell not?" I then chewed for a couple of seconds before I added, "It's not like I have anything better to do on the weekend."

"Well that sure as hell doesn't surprise me!" exclaimed Dick. "Mr. Alexandrov, I'll be expecting you here for the next six weeks!"

"Damn perfection!" I bellowed, right before I spat a seed into the air and watched it fall to the ground. "Pick that up for me, would you, Dick?"

That was definitely the last straw. Without any hesitation, Vernon jammed the pencils that he was clutching in one hand into his other, which was also occupied by some sheets of blank paper. Then he extended his arm out at the speed of lightning, reaching across Roxy and snatching the apple out of my hand. If I had saw that coming, I actually would've attempted holding onto it just to see if Mr. Vernon could get anymore pissed.

Right now, his entire face was beating redder than a flame of fire from the deepest pit of hell.

"Now it's eight weeks, Mr. Alexandrov! Eight weeks and a phone call home!" Vernon furiously proclaimed.

I rolled my eyes, using my leather jacket's sleeve to wipe my mouth. I had finally decided right then to shut myself up. As soon as Vernon brought up the phone call, I knew that my ass had been served, whether the other detention goers realized that or not. I could definitely handle all of the detentions, but not the extra lectures from my Grandmother.

After receiving nothing but silence from me, I witnessed a small dash of satisfaction shine in Vernon's eyes, right before he began to gaze around at the other detainees.

"You will not eat anything until lunch," the principal repeated the previous rule, his attention suddenly locking on the Rebel. "And you..." Vernon stormed back to Bender's table, yanking the seat that Bender was using as a footrest out from underneath his feet. "Will not sleep!" Mr. Vernon took a moment to eye the Geek and the Criminal, but then he started to shuffle the papers around in his hands. "All right, people, we're going to try something a little different today. We are going to write an essay."

At the word 'write,' Roxy took no hesitation to perk her head up. She had been looking down at the table and massaging the sides of her head with her fingertips from what must have been a headache, but now, I could tell that her eyes must have been huge behind her glasses. Mr. Pain in the Ass Dick didn't know that she was actually blind.

"Of no less than a thousand words," Vernon instructed as he made his way towards Allison's table. The Basket Case flicked her head in his direction, almost like she was flinching when he placed a slip of paper and pencil down on her table. "Describing to me who you think you are," Dick then added, placing two more pencils and sheets of paper in front of Roxy and I.

"This a test?" Bender asked when the principal reached his table, but wasn't acknowledged.

"And when I say essay, I mean essay," Mr. Vernon sat a piece of paper and writing utensil in front of Brian, ignoring how Bender kicked his feet up on his table in the process. "I do not mean a single word repeated a thousand times." The warning in his tone increased as he finally finished handing out the supplies by giving the Jock and then the Princess their pencils and sheets of paper. "Is that clear, Mr. Bender? Mr. Alexandrov?" asked Vernon.

Bender glanced at him for a split second, but then gazed towards the floor. "Crystal." the Criminal absently assured.

"Right on the dot understandable." I said at the same time, every word drained from interest.

Vernon vaguely nodded. "Good. Maybe you'll learn a little something about yourself. Maybe you'll even..." he eyed the ceiling for a minute, "decide whether or not you care to return."

Brian slightly raised his hand before he stood up from his seat. "Uhh, yeah, I can answer that right now, sir. You know, that'd be no, 'no'for me. 'Cause-" The Brain wouldn't stop shaking his head as he spoke.

"Sit down, Johnson," Mr. Vernon growled, gesturing to the chair that Brian was sitting in.

The Geek stupidly gawked at him for a few seconds. "Thank you, sir..." he then said, sitting himself down like the little behaved virgin he must have been.

"My office is right across that hall. Any monkey business is ill-advised." Dick raised his eyebrows, pointing towards the library's entrance. "Any questions?"

Andrew vaguely shook his head, eyeing his and Claire's table, but other than that, there were no responses.

In the silence, Vernon dropped his arm and began turning to leave. Nonetheless, before he could try taking a single step, Bender spoke up.

"Yeah, I got a question..." he said, "does Barry Manilow know that you raid his wardrobe?"

Roxy hastily bit down on her thumbnail, a small chuckle escaping from her mouth in the process. It was luckily too quiet for Dick to notice, but the Rebel was a different story. He must have heard it, because I could see him watching Roxy from the corner of his eye, a smug grin tugging slightly at one of the edges of his mouth.

"I'll give you the answer to that question, Mr. Bender, next Saturday..." Vernon growled as he pointed at Bender, who was clearly left unfazed. "Don't mess with the bull, young man, you'll get the horns."

I leaned my head against my closed fist, my elbow pinned on top of the piece of paper that was going to remain blank in front of me. In my other hand, I vertically held the pencil that Vernon had given me between my middle and index fingers. My electric blue eyes followed the principal as he finally left the library to return to his office, his shoes continuing to squeak with every step he took.

"That man..." Bender stated, pointing a finger in the direction Mr. Vernon left, "is a brownie hound."

Roxy finally stopped biting her thumbnail, but I could see the slight amusement laced into her small grin.

Just then, as Andrew worked on unbuttoning his letterman's jacket and Claire placed her grey bag down on the floor, this sudden clicking noise started to interrupt the silence. Brian stopped turning midway in his seat, but as the popping sound continued, he finally locked his eyes on the Basket Case. Bender was next, slowly turning his head in Allison's direction with this look that said "You can't be damn serious!" plastered on his face. Andrew was already glancing over his shoulder, not looking affected by the noise at all. As for Claire, this expression of absolute disgust and aggravation was smeared across her face. I was the only one smirking, considering Roxy and I knew exactly what that sound was.

Allison was biting her nails, personally attacking her thumbnail like it had done something to her. For a minute, the Basket Case shot her thumbnail a look, but just as she was about to open her mouth again, she froze. First, she silently peeked over at Brian, Andrew, and Claire, a slim glare now plastered on her face. Then, she glanced over at Bender, Roxy, and I, waiting just a few more seconds before she took another bite at her thumbnail for all of us to see.

Click.

"You keep eating your hand, you're not going to be hungry for lunch." the Criminal commented with a couple of vague shakes of his head.

My smirk faded instantly. "You leave her alone." I growled, just as Allison hastily took another bite at her thumbnail and spat it in Bender's direction.

"I've seen you before, you know?" Bender informed. He pointed at the Basket Case, watching her purse her lips in a pouting manner before he drew his attention to me. "I've seen you, too."

"That's damn good for you," I sarcastically muttered with a small nod, but before I could get the chance to say anything else, Bender's eyes shifted to Roxy.

"But not you," he said, "I haven't seen you around here before."

Roxy turned her head slightly so she was staring exactly in the direction of Bender's voice. "Who, me?" she asked, placing her hand over her heart.

"Yeah, you." the Rebel confirmed.

For a moment, my sister paused. She removed her hand from where it was resting against her chest, right before she simply shrugged and said, "Then it looks like your ass isn't looking hard enough."

Another self-satisfied smirk swiped across Bender's face, it being the perfect resemblance to the grin he gave Roxy when he heard her snicker at his Barry Manilow crack. I narrowed my eyes, beginning to tap the tip of my pencil against the table. Bender must have noticed too, because just as he was about to go back to staring ahead, his eyes locked on me. His conceited smile faded without any hesitation, but I didn't bother removing my glare from him.

"What in the hell are you staring at?" Bender asked.

I flicked my eyebrows up, as if I had just finished inspecting him. "Nothing much." I replied in a noticeably uncaring tone.

The Criminal stared at me for probably three split seconds before he rolled his eyes, turning away and slightly slumping down in his seat while he was at it.

I swept both of my feet back on top of mine and Roxy's table, tilting my chair back on its back legs in the process. Absentmindedly, I began trying to occupy myself in the strong boredom of the detention by fiddling around with my pencil, flicking it around in my fingers and tapping it some more against my piece of paper. Nonetheless, it wasn't long until my eyes flickered over to Brian's table from overhearing the sound of his voice.

"Who do I think I am..." Brian mumbled under his breath as he began playing around with his writing utensil. Roxy slowly turned her head in the direction of his voice. "Who are you? Who are you?" The Geek then attached the pen to his bottom lip, resulting in me staring at him in utter confusion. "I'm a walrus..." Brian breathed a small and quick snicker, bobbing the pen up and down a few times before he began to poke it up one of his nostrils.

Suddenly, Brian froze, the top of his pen still stuck up his nose as he slowly turned his attention over to me and Roxy.

I cocked an eyebrow at him, watching as his eyes flickered back and forth from me to my sister. A bright pink blush slipped across his cheeks, forcing the color blue from his nervous eyes to stand out. Then, with the pen still up his nose, Brian glanced over to Bender's table.

Until now, I hadn't realized that Bender had also allowed himself to get caught up in watching Brian make an idiot out of himself. Without a word, the Rebel grabbed the red scarf that was wrapped around his neck and pulled it off, refusing to take his hard eyes off the Nerd while he did so.

With a tiny laugh, Brian glanced away and unhooked the pen from his lip. He glanced down at his piece of paper, but then shot Roxy and I a shy smile from over his shoulder. I kept my eyebrow raised at him, as if I was saying "You damn sure are a strange child," but Brian didn't seem to really be affected by it. He hastily offered the same grin to Bender before going back to looking at his slip of paper.

Dragging his remaining leg off from his table, Bender made a move to take off his coat. Nevertheless, he and Brian both stopped halfway and stared at each other, realizing that they both were doing it at the same time. I watched, shooting my eyes back and forth from the Criminal to the Nerd while Roxy just connected her hands behind the back of her neck, having nothing to be interested in since she couldn't see anything and the room had grown silent.

Bender continued to strip his jacket off, but Brian stayed frozen. I thought he was waiting for Bender to finish before he slipped his coat off too, but I was proven wrong when Brian decided to start acting like he was cold. He blew into his folded hands, right before he pulled his jacket back up to his shoulders, covering himself back up. After a couple of seconds, Brian glanced back over at Bender, noticing that he was now hunched over in his seat with this murderous look plastered on his face.

Brian flashed another anxious grin. "It's the shits, huh?"

Bender remained quiet, looking like he was some vicious animal that was getting ready to lunge at its pray. In return, Brian released an uncomfortable chuckle. It took about another moment until the Rebel finally decided to glance away, allowing his full attention to land on the redhead that was sitting at the table in front of him.

Bender crumbled the piece of paper that Vernon had given him into a ball, eyeing it for a split second before he focused his interest back on the Princess. I could feel his careless eyes burying themselves deeply into Claire's back as he shifted his arm back, lazily chucking the balled up paper. It miserably missed Claire, flinging through the air between her and Andrew before it landed on the floor.

The Jock barely looked over his shoulder, but neither he or the Princess bothered to really acknowledge Bender.

Clearly not taking any interest in the reactions that he got, Bender glanced down at his lap and began to loudly hum, shattering the silence. He started tapping his foot against the floor, slightly bobbing his head up and down to his 'singing' as he strummed the strings of some imaginary air instrument.

Roxy slowly straightened herself up in her chair. "Какого черта..." she mumbled, taking the words right out of my mouth. 'What the hell...'

With a roll of her eyes, Claire muttered under her breath, "I can't believe this is really happening to me..."

Dodging my attention away from the Rebel, I shot a hard glare towards the back of the Beauty Queen's head. However, when I opened my mouth and sneered, "Go to hell, Rapunzel," I was left unheard when Bender ended his rendition by blurting out, "Oh, shit!"

Andrew and Claire glanced over their shoulders to see what the sudden outburst was all about.

"What are we supposed to do if we have to take a piss?" Bender asked, hastily looking around the room like he was expecting one of us to have the answer.

"Hold it in," I answered in a dead serious tone, but again, I was left unheard due to Bender's interest remaining on just the Beauty Queen and the Athlete.

"Oh, please..." Claire grumbled, her disgust totally evident as she shifted herself back around in her seat.

At the same time, Andrew rolled his eyes and vaguely shook his head in disbelief, trying to ignore Bender as he looked away.

I narrowed my eyes, clearly becoming annoyed. "You hold it in!" I repeated myself in a slightly sharper tone, tapping the tip of my pencil a little harder against my slip of paper.

For a few seconds, Bender managed to drag his attention away from the two preps in order to glance over his shoulder at me. I kept my scowl frozen on my face as I released a deep huff from my nostrils, as if I was a bull getting ready to charge. Bender allowed his mouth to somewhat fall open as he continued to stare at me, clearly unaffected by my aggravated stare. After he poked the inside of his right cheek a little with the tip of his tongue for me to see, the Criminal spun himself back around in his chair and motioned his arms in a shrugging manner.

"You gotta go, you gotta go." Bender declared as he reached his hands underneath his table. Within a couple of moments, the sound of him unzipping his fly was heard.

As the Criminal leaned forward and pressed his chest against the table, my eyes shot gigantic, a mixture of anger and disbelief swarming inside of them.

Andrew whirled himself back around in his chair, a strict look smeared across his face. His hardened eyes immediately started shooting daggers at Bender.

Claire, on the other hand, slightly stared over her shoulder for a brisk moment, clearly caught off guard. After realizing what the Rebel was doing, the Princess snapped herself back around and said "Oh my God" with must more disgust in her voice.

Roxy had her head tilted in Bender's direction, her jaw looking like it was about to slam against our table as she released a small huff of revulsion.

The Athlete tilted his head, taking a quick check under the Rebel's table to see if Bender really did flip out his manhood.

"Hey, you're not urinating in here, man." Andrew remarked.

Bender, unaffected by the Jock's warning tone, kept his eyes on the surface of his table. "Don't talk, don't talk! It makes it crawl back up!" he snapped urgently.

I flicked one of my eyebrows up once again as I witnessed Brian tilt his head to peek under Bender's table and examine his package, but I didn't bother to say anything.

"You whip it out and you're dead before the first drop hits the floor!" Andrew warned, his eyes growing more and more solid with each word he spoke.

Bender lifted his head, making eye contact with the Jock as he said teasingly, "You're pretty sexy when you get angry. Grrr..."

At the sound of the mockingly flirtatious growl, Andrew scowled at Bender for a couple of more seconds before he turned back around in his chair.

Shortly after the Rebel pulled his hands back out from underneath the table and folded them together, he fixed his eyes on Brian.

"Hey, homebody," Bender called, resulting in Brian looking over and pointing at himself with his pen, "why don't you go close that door, we'll get the prom queen and the Russian beauty impregnated."

Snap.

As the Princess smacked her hand down on her table and sent the Criminal a hard glare from over her shoulder, I forced myself to shift my attention down to my tightly clenched fist that was resting on top of my piece of paper. My lips were angrily pressed together, almost vanishing from the rest of my now bright scarlet face as I watched myself slowly uncurl my fingers. It then almost instantly came to my attention that I had broke the pencil that Vernon had given me into two separate pieces without even trying.

"Shit..." I muttered under my breath, flicking my observation back and forth from one half of the broken pencil to the other.

I could see my sister sharply scowling in Bender's direction from the corner of my eye, a slowly darkening shade of red melting across her cheeks.

"Screw you, Bender!" Roxy bellowed in complete rage.

Bender looped his arm around the back of his seat, studying my sister with complete satisfaction. His eyes glistened with lust, which resulted in me biting down on my bottom lip to prevent every curse word in all of existence from flooding out of my mouth, and I witnessed a little smirk toyed around with one of the edges of his lips.

"With pleasure, babe." Bender winked at Roxy, obviously not bothered by how she was beginning to purse her lips in a furious manner.

"Hey!" Andrew exclaimed, clearly not liking what he was hearing. "Hey!"

Bender spun himself back around in his seat, the small grin no longer printed on his face as he made eye contact with the dirty blonde Athlete.

"What?" angrily proclaimed the darker-haired teen.

"If I lose my temper, you're totaled, man." the Jock warned.

Bender narrowed his eyes in disbelief, waiting a few moments before he said in an insulting voice, "Totally?"

Andrew shifted himself further around in his chair, resting his hands on its back. "Totally." He then confirmed in complete seriousness.

"Why don't you just shut up? Nobody here's interested." Claire sneered, briefly staring over her shoulder at the Criminal.

A hurt expression that was obviously fake swept across Bender's face, but it didn't last long. It disappeared just as he swung his arm around the back of his chair again, turning to face Roxy, who hadn't removed her attention from the direction of his voice.

"I believe the Russian queen actually gave me an invitation just a few moments ago." Bender commented.

The new smile that he had decorating his face was very seductive. It caused me to sharply narrow my eyes, my veins beginning to grow hot from the strong protectiveness I had for my sister leaking into every drop of my blood. Quietly releasing a somewhat quivering breath of obvious anger from my nostrils, I clenched the broken pieces of my pencil even tighter together in my slowly paling fist.

Roxy coldly scoffed, her sunglasses masking the rage that I could tell was contained in her eyes. "Bender, do us all a favor and shut the hell up." she scorned.

"Really." agreed the Jock as he and the Beauty Queen slowly turned back around in their seats. "Buttface."

Bender unhooked his arm from around the back of his chair and swung back around to face the two preps, but not without shooting Roxy a small glare. He couldn't get past me though; I could see the slight disappointment glowing in his dark eyes.

"Well hey, Sporto, what'd you do to get in here?"

When Andrew didn't respond to the Delinquent's angry question, silently eyeing his slip of paper, Bender continued.

"Forget to wash your jock?"

Before anybody else got the chance to speak up, the Criminal decided to kick things up a notch more by turning his attention towards Roxy once again.

"And you..." Bender paused for some shitty dramatic effect, flicking his index finger out so he was pointing at my sister, "...puffed too many joints before going to class?"

Having enough, I smacked the broken pieces of my pencil down against the table, just as Roxy stopped midway from stuffing another small handful of barbeque chips into her mouth. Did this son of a bitch just accuse her of being here today because she was getting high on school property?

"What about you, Rebellion 101?" I sneered, which immediately had the Delinquent locking his eyes on me. I made sure to make my accent sound much more insulting as I added, "You got caught ditching class to go stuff your tongue down some girl's throat?"

"Maybe so," Bender simply replied. He paused again, but then slightly leaned over the back of his chair, pressing his side against it. "Why are you in here, Russian Massacre? Spoke your language to the point where your non-foreign teacher sentenced your ass here from not understanding a word that was coming out of your mouth?" Every word was much more mocking than the last, a scowl overrunning the Criminal's face.

I coldly glared back, but refused to say another word. It didn't take long until Bender's scowl transformed into a small, completely satisfied smirk. With every second that ticked by with him looking at me, the redder my burning cheeks got from my sharply increasing rage.

As I continued to scowl at the back of Bender's head after he turned back around in his chair, I quietly muttered "Иди к черту..." under my breath so nobody could hear me. 'Go to hell...'

"Uh, excuse me, fellas?" Brian piped up. "I think we should just write our papers."

Nevertheless, the Nerd was left unheard by everyone except Roxy and I.

While chewing the most recent handful of chips that she stuffed in her mouth, Roxy sightlessly stared off in the direction of Brian's table. I, on the other hand, decided to watch what was about to unravel after I witnessed the Athlete whip himself back around in his seat.

"Look, just because you live in here doesn't give you the right to be a pain in the ass, so knock it off!" snapped Andrew.

Bender quietly huffed, pursing his lips like he was actually thinking about what he was just told. "It's a free country," the Rebel then stated, nodding his head.

"He's just doing it to get a rise out of you." Claire informed as she watched Andrew turn his attention away from Bender. "Just ignore him."

Bender glanced at her with this hungry look in his eyes, right before he flipped his hair in a pretty flirtatious manner. I easily caught a small glimpse of his earrings.

"Sweets..." the Criminal said, causing the redhead to glare over her shoulder at him. Another smirk, this one much smaller than the ones he shot Roxy, whisked across Bender's face as he said, "You couldn't ignore me if you tried."

Remaining quiet, Claire continued to stare at him for a couple of extra moments, as if that was her way of saying "Watch me." Finally, the Princess rolled her eyes, turning her head away from Bender.

From the corner of my eye, I could see Roxy still gazing off in Brian's direction. I also noticed that Allison was beginning to become more interested in everything that was going on, her back still facing everybody as she slyly glanced over her shoulder at Bender.

"So..." Bender vaguely licked his lips, pausing for a moment. He had already regained my attention. "So!" He repeated himself, sounding more eager.

Roxy snapped her head towards the Delinquent's table.

"Are you guys like boyfriend-girlfriend?" Bender asked the two preps, his eyes dancing back and forth from Claire to Andrew. "Steady dates?"

In the continuing silence, the Jock tapped his knuckles against the surface of the table, curling his fingers into a tight fist.

"Loo-vers?" Bender questioned, purposely stretching out the word just to aggravate the two higher class teens more.

I raised my eyebrows, beginning to debate who was going to be the one to crack first and how much longer it was going to take before either Andrew or Claire did break.

By this point, the Criminal flashed an obviously staged puppy dog face, battering his eyes and puckering out his bottom lip. "Come on, Sporto, level with me." Bender whimpered, but then his ridiculously innocent act vanished as he said, "Do you slip her the hot... beef... injection?"

My eyes widened a little, but I watched with a straight face as Claire and Andrew finally spun themselves around, screaming "GO TO HELL!" and "ENOUGH!" at Bender.

The Rebel released a small laugh, obviously pleased with the reaction that he finally got.

"Hey!" Vernon's sharp voice suddenly called out from across the hall. "What's going on in there?"

I froze, keeping my head facing straight ahead, but I watched the library's door from the corner of my eye to make sure that Dick wasn't heading back into the room. It took me just a couple of seconds to come to the conclusion that Mr. Vernon wasn't leaving his office to come check on what all of the noise was about. As silence began to take over the entire library once again, I turned my head to stare at my sister, only to realize that she was still staring in Bender's direction. Her lips were puckered in a furious manner and a pastel shade of pink was now decorating her cheeks.

"At least that would mean Sporto actually has someone to take care of his injection." Roxy growled, purposely allowing her mumbling accent to be heard.

Bender continued to stare ahead, but his mouth dropped open in mocking shock. The look in his eyes clearly gave it away that he wasn't affected by Roxy's comment, but I sure as hell couldn't resist cracking a small smirk, releasing just a couple of quiet snickers.

Andrew, after taking the time to shoot the Rebel another pissed off scowl, slowly shifted himself back around in his chair, but not without muttering, "Scumbag..."


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