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Comrade's POV

It wasn't long at all before Bender rose from his chair, noticeably unbothered by the previous insults that were thrown at him from Roxy and Andrew. The small smirk that was printed on my face from what my sister had said remained glued on my face, but I was now slightly biting down on my bottom lip to help contain my remaining chuckles.

Other than myself, none of the other detainees bothered to watch the Criminal as he began to approach the railing. Nonetheless, at the sound of his footsteps interrupting the slowly reappearing silence, Roxy ended up snapping her head in his direction, too. Even though her sightless eyes were still hidden by her dark sunglasses, I could tell that not the slightest bit of her irritation had drained from them. Her cheeks were still coated with a bright shade of pink, also helping to expose how she was still pretty pissed. Which, by the way, was courtesy of none other than John Bender's dirty mind and very seductive comments.

"What do you say we close that door?" Bender suggested, gesturing towards the door. "We can't have any kind of hot party with Vernon checking us out every few seconds." He stopped walking and seated himself on top of the railing like I've seen him do in nearly all of my previous Saturday detentions.

My smirk faded like it was never on my face as I rolled my eyes away from the Rebel. My attention ended up landing on my blank piece of paper that was still lying in front of me. An unbelievable amount of boredom glazed across my electric blue eyes as they vaguely examined one of the broken pieces of my pencil. I tapped the eraser against the piece of paper as my mind began to fill in the blanks of what the definition of a 'hot party' must have been to somebody like Bender. Only five main topics repeated themselves: Porn, drugs, alcohol, cigarettes, and a hell of a lot of actually having sex.

I slightly bit down on the tip of my tongue, trying not to bite too hard to the point where I would accidentally cause a bloodbath in my mouth. It didn't take long until I ended up releasing a small string of curse words in Russian under my breath so nobody would be able to hear me. At the same time, I rolled my eyes in clear annoyance again, remembering how Bender had been directing almost all of his sexual remarks to my sister. And that really pissed me off.

"Well, you know, the door's supposed to stay open..." Brian finally spoke up as he motioned towards the wide open door with his pen. By the sound of his voice, it was obvious that he was attempting to sound brave, but he definitely failed miserably.

As I stopped tapping the broken end of my pencil against my sheet of paper, I flicked my head back up so I was staring off towards the Geek's table. My brunette bangs dangled in front of my right eye, but I refused to remove my attention from Brian as I nudged them out of the way with my fingertips. Then, as I slowly tucked them behind my ear to prevent them from falling in my face again, I cocked one of my eyebrows at the Nerd. I waited a couple of moments to see if he would turn the slightest bit in my direction so he could see me staring at him, but when he didn't, I decided myself to glance back over at Bender. Instantly, I noticed that he had practically the exact same expression as I did now printed across his face.

"So what?" nonchalantly asked Bender, an eyebrow twitched upwards.

The Athlete vaguely shook his head a few times before he finally turned his head in the Criminal's direction. "So why don't you just shut up?" Andrew demanded, waiting until Bender fixed his eyes on him before he added with a serious look on his face, "There's six other people in here, you know?"

"God, you can count. See, I knew you had to be smart to be a - a wrestler." Bender pointed out, each of his words bathed in a mixture of deep mock and sarcasm. He stared at the Jock disdainfully, his arms now lying flat across his thighs.

"Who the hell are you to judge anybody anyway?" Andrew asked as he glanced away from the Rebel like he wasn't worth looking at.

As soon as those words came out of Jockstrap's mouth, a small and slimly satisfied smirk tugged at the corners of Roxy's lips. She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back a little in her chair. Until now, I hadn't realized that her nails were covered in this deep blue/black looking nail polish.

"чертовски верно." Roxy suddenly stated, just as Claire released a small snicker after saying "Really..." towards Andrew's comment. 'Damn straight.'

The redhead's chuckle gained Bender's attention in less than a second, but as soon as my sister spoke up, the Criminal's eyes flickered over to her at the speed of lightning. Nonetheless, not a word came out of Bender's mouth.

"You know, Bender, you don't even count." Andrew cruelly informed as he stared heartlessly at the Criminal. "You know, if you disappeared forever, it wouldn't make any difference." The Jock then casually shrugged one of his shoulders as he decided to finish up with, "You might as well not even exist at this school."

I had already turned my head away from Bender again as soon as Andrew began his brutal statement. Nonetheless, with each cold word that came out of the Jock's mouth, the more the disbelief hardened inside of me. With my eyes now slightly widened from being stunned, I witnessed the scornful smile that was spread across Roxy's face immediately fade, as if it was never there.

Then, as my attention leaped over to Allison without me needing to shift from the position that I was in, I instantly noticed the pity that she had for the Criminal etched across her whole face. From the compassion that was glistening in her brown eyes to the straightened position she had her lips in, it was obvious that she wished that the Jock hadn't said such a terrible thing.

In the cold silence that actually managed to reappear in the detention, I forced myself to look back over at the Delinquent. Much to my surprise, even though I didn't show the tiniest piece of it at all, he was no longer looking at anyone in particular, staring off in the distance with this look of actual hurt smeared across his face. I don't know why in the hell seeing John Bender of all people like that caused some of my stored up anger to get sharply triggered, but it did. Maybe it was because I knew that I was also very rebellious, and the last thing I needed in my damn life right now was to be told by some bitchy and snot-nosed athlete that it wouldn't matter if I vanished from all of humanity.

Suddenly, with that image of me just slowly fading away in a large crowd and nobody even taking the time to notice trapped inside of my head, I found myself loudly slamming my hands against mine and Roxy's table as I angrily rose from my seat. The sound of my chair's wooden legs scraped against the floor. Without any hesitation, the rest of the detainees spun themselves around and faced me. I could feel the palms of my hands beginning to sting from how hard I smacked them down, but I didn't shift them from where they were on opposite sides of my blank sheet of paper.

"Товарищ, не..." Roxy softly spoke. 'Comrade, don't...' She reached her hand out, most likely thinking that she was about to grab my wrist, but in visual reality, if she actually did manage to grab a hold of me, it would turn out to be a handful of my right hip. So to save Roxy from the risk of becoming embarrassed whenever she came in contact with any of these other detainees during school hours, I grabbed her hand and gave it a small squeeze to assure her that I wasn't going to get physical with anyone. (Which, by the way, was always a terrible thing for me to promise anyone, especially Roxy. If there was one main thing that I was spectacular at, it was getting into rough fights. They each commonly ended with me walking away with some bumps and bruises, but the other guy looked like a harassed victim from one of those crime movies.)

"Я получил это..." I quietly stated in a dead serious tone, despite how I wasn't even looking at my sister. 'I got this...' After I hastily placed Roxy's hand back down on top of her piece of blank paper, I slid out from where I was standing between my chair and the table. Everyone's eyes followed me, the sound of my footsteps shattering the stillness in the library until I decided to reseat myself on top of mine and Roxy's table. My legs dangled over the edge and the tips of my teal converse grazed back and forth across the floor as I shot the Athlete a bitter scowl.

"You know something, Sporto?" I asked, but instead of giving him or anybody else the chance to speak up, I continued. "I've always known when I saw you in the halls with all of your high-class jockey pals that you must've been an asshole, but I never knew that you would turn out to be this much of an asshole." With my hand, I gestured from Andrew's excessively white sneakers to the top of his dirty blonde hair.

In return, Jockstrap narrowed his deep blue eyes at me and leaned over the back of his chair a little. "Why don't you mind your own business?" he then asked, the tone of his voice giving it away that he was actually warning me.

It took me a couple of seconds to digest what I was just told before I allowed a very realistic smile to stretch widely across my face. "Wow, Sporto," I said, clearly staging my impressed tone. "That was - that sure as hell was an excellent comeback." I placed my right hand flat against my muscular chest, hovering it directly over where my heart was located. "You know, I must admit that I'm very impressed by it. Yeah, I'm definitely impressed by how well you constructed that response." After patting over my heart a couple of swift times, I removed my hand from my chest and turned my head in Roxy's direction. Immediately, I noticed that she was looking directly back at me as she absentmindedly tapped the eraser end of her pencil against the edge of the table, probably wishing that she could see so she could've got me to sit back down. "Hey, Rox," I said as I gave her shoulder a gentle nudge with my knuckles. "Did you just hear that great comeback that Wrestle Mania just shot at me? It was just phenomenal, wasn't it?"

"Please..." Roxy groaned, obviously still pretty irritated. I didn't need to see her silver eyes to know that she just rolled them. "Do not drag me into this."

I blinked at her a couple of times, but didn't bother to try objecting to her request. Instead, I flipped my shoulder-length hair back and fixed my eyes back around on the Athlete, the phony grin no longer printed across my face.

"Sporto, there's only one thing that was actually impressive about that so-called comeback. And that one impressive thing is how you actually managed to shove aside your usual thoughts in order to come up with it." I hissed, every word of my heavy accent dripping in pissed off venom.

Andrew still had his eyes narrowed at me. "My usual thoughts?" he impatiently asked, as if those were the only words that he heard me say.

"Yeah, your usual thoughts." I crossed my arms over my chest and shrugged one of my shoulders nonchalantly. "You know, like you taking a different cheerleader home after each pathetic wrestling tournament and screwing them before never speaking to them again. Betting money on who could lift the most weights when you're working out with the rest of the hot-headed jocks. Sneaking around steroids and hoping to God that the coach doesn't catch you taking any. Reminding yourself that you have to go back and forth from stuffing yourself to starving yourself in order to fit a wrestler's 'ideal' weight..." Suddenly, I stopped, and a small smirk welded up on the corners of my lips when I realized how red Andrew's face now was. "And that's just a few of the dozens of more things that I know goes through your mind, Jockstrap."

By this point, I was beginning to wonder whether or not steam was ever going to start pouring out of the Jock's ears.

"What in the hell makes you think that you're such an expert on me? You know shit about me, faggot!" Andrew snarled. One of his hands were clutching the back of his chair so hard to the point where his knuckles now looked as pale as a sheet.

I sharply narrowed my eyes, choosing to ignore how he said I didn't know anything at all about him. But I sure as hell decided to take in how he addressed me as a faggot. "Well, what makes you think that you can say such shitty things to people and actually get away with it, you pathetic prick?" I commanded to know, almost speaking through entirely clenched teeth. "You have no damn right to tell anyone that they could just vanish into an oblivion and it wouldn't make any difference in anybody else's life!"

From the corner of my eye, I could see the shock that was etched across Bender's face from where he was still chilling on the railing, watching my every move. Honestly, I was just as shocked as he was; I was technically standing up for him, even though I was mainly doing this to defend for myself.

"Well, I'm being honest with him, you bitch!" Andrew hissed. He didn't even bother to give the smallest gesture towards Bender, but it was obvious that the Athlete was referring to him.

I breathed a quick laugh, slight amusement lacing its way across my mouth for a few seconds. "Look, I know I'm a bitch," I truthfully stated with a couple of chuckles leaking into my words. But then, the amusement vanished in the blink of an eye and my quiet laughter transformed back into my sharp and serious tone. "But being honest is my thing, Sporto. You're not being honest, you're just being a dick."

"And you're no better than him!" bellowed the Athlete, who still didn't shoot the Criminal the slightest look or gesture. "You are just like him! Your ass could disappear from where you are sitting right now and it wouldn't matter! Nobody would notice, and those who actually bothered to notice wouldn't really give a damn! In all honesty, it wouldn't mattered if you just died!"

Allison's mouth dropped open, looking like it was about to slam against the floor. By this point, her dark eyes were drowning and overflowing with pity, but not a word escaped from her mouth.

As for Brian, I could've sworn that I saw him flinch from the corner of my eye when Andrew carelessly said the words 'die right now.' If I wasn't so caught up in thinking about everything that was just bellowed at me, I probably would've cocked an eyebrow at the Geek, but all I did was keep my mouth shut and not do anything.

And just like that, as what felt like a lightning bolt shot straight through the center of my heart, Roxy shot up from her chair so fast that she knocked it onto its back legs. It nearly tumbled back, but caught its own balance and landed back on all four of its wooden legs, right behind my blind sister.

"You better watch that mouth of yours, Sporto!" proclaimed Roxy, almost spitting from her accent being overrun with so much fury. She had followed the sound of his voice, staring directly towards the front table that was occupied by the Beauty Queen and the Athlete. "Sooner or later, you're going to have to deal with the guilt from those words finding a way back to you and biting you right on the ass! You hear me? Nobody, and I sure as hell mean nobody on this entire planet, is allowed to talk to my brother like that unless they want to deal with me!"

"Your brother?" Claire asked, the stunned look on her face - her wide eyes and somewhat fallen open mouth - giving it away that she was caught off guard.

At the same, Roxy and I flicked our attention over to the Princess, but before I got the chance to speak up, Roxy beat me to it.

"Yeah, he's my brother. Who'd you think he was?"

For a couple of silent seconds, Claire eyed my sister, but then her attention jumped over to me. In return, I flicked my eyebrows up and kept the staring contest going strongly, as if that was my way of saying, 'Go ahead. Answer the question.' Nonetheless, all Claire did when she glanced back at Roxy was purse her plumpish lips and raise her shoulders in a shrugging motion, clearly too embarrassed to say the response that I knew she already had. Without a word, the redhead shot me one more quick glance and then turned herself back around in her chair.

"I, uh ... um..." the Geek suddenly spoke up, stuttering into his knuckles. "I personally thought that you guys were - uh - dating."

Bender, Allison, and Andrew didn't seem to have been affected by Brian's comment. They haven't removed their attention from Roxy and I, but Claire, who was back to staring at her piece of paper and tapping the end of her writing utensil against it, came back into the conversation by saying, "Yeah, that's what I thought, too."

I narrowed my eyes at the Nerd and then at the Beauty Queen in a mixture of disbelief and disgust. After that, I pressed my lips together so the corners of my mouth were slightly crinkled. It looked as though I was exclaiming, 'Are you being freaking serious right now?'

Roxy shook her head, the tiniest bit of hilarity slipped across her face. "Well, I can positively assure you that we're not dating. We're twins." She helped herself back down in her seat with no difficulties whatsoever.

I pushed myself off from the table, catching the view of Brian's eyes expanding in his skull before he blurted out, "Twins?"

"Fraternal twins," I casually informed each of the other detention goers as I seated myself back down in my chair. "I'm ten minutes older than her." I pointed towards Roxy with my thumb for a slim second, not even looking the slightest bit bothered by all of that shit that Andrew said to me. However, like I stated awhile before, I was a master at disguising my depression.

Silence took over for what felt like a full minute, but was really just about six seconds. Everyone had turned back around in their chairs, going back to being swallowed by the quietness, but Bender remained where he was on the railing. I was beginning to think that no one was going to try saying anything else for the remaining eight hours and whatever minutes we had left to spend in this shit hole; but I was proven wrong when Bender clicked his tongue in his mouth, the shocked expression long gone from his face. He instantly gained over everyone's attention.

"Well," the Delinquent said as he turned his head back towards the two preppies. "I'll just run right out and join the wrestling team." A small smirk was fiddling around with his lips.

I cocked an eyebrow at him, slightly confused in what he was doing. Nonetheless, my eyes immediately flickered over to Claire and Andrew when I heard them beginning to quietly laugh. And sure enough, they were looking at each other and exchanging snickers, which had me biting down on the inside of my left cheek to prevent me from asking how in the hell was that so funny. I mean, I knew that I couldn't picture Bender supporting Shermer by being on any sorts of teams either, but I didn't see how it was still funny to picture.

"Maybe the prep club too." Bender added. He was motioning around with his head a little. "Student council."

"Что дальше, плавать команда?" I said sarcastically, but even though I knew that the Rebel acknowledged me, he didn't send me the slightest glance. 'What's next, the swim team?' Hearing me say that resulted in Roxy grinning a little and muffling a couple of chuckles, but she just shook her head and didn't say anything.

"Nah, they wouldn't take you." Andrew said to Bender like it was the most obvious thing in the whole universe. The Athlete then glanced over his shoulder, staring right at me as he added, "They wouldn't take you either."

I took the time to narrow my eyes at him, but then I just crossed my arms over my chest and shrugged simply. "That sure as hell sounds good to me. I didn't want to be involved in any of shitty Shermer's activities anyway." In all honesty, I probably would've seemed more insulted towards Sporto's comment if I actually did want to be apart of any of the clubs or teams, but unlike Roxy, I was nowhere near the school spirit type.

"Well, I'm hurt," Bender mockingly said after Andrew gazed back at him.

Claire stared at him scornfully, twirling her pencil around in her fingers. "You know why guys like you knock everything?" she asked.

"Oh, this should be stunning." Bender sarcastically commented. The look in his eyes gave it away that he wasn't interested to hear what the Princess had to say, but at the same time, he just wanted to hear her say what she figured she knew.

"It's because you're afraid." Claire said, right before she looked back at me from over her shoulder like Andrew had done and added, "Both of you are."

Immediately, my eyes expanded from feeling caught off guard. I unhooked my hands from where I had connected them previously around the back of my neck and slowly leaned myself forward in my seat until my chest was gently pressed against the table.

"Oh, God, you richies are so smart. That's exactly why I'm not heavy in activities." Bender retorted, the sarcasm heavily expanding in his voice.

"You're a big coward," the redhead said as she narrowed her eyes at him, giving him an almost entirely pitying expression.

"I'm in the math club," Brian spoke up to no one in particular, but nobody except Roxy bothered to acknowledge him. She turned her head in the direction of his voice, staying seated perfectly straight as she stared blindly off towards Brian's table. Within just a couple of seconds, the Nerd decided to glance around in the hopes of finding anyone who heard him speak up. A small grin was printed across my sister's face, unaware that Brian shyly formed an even tinier smile in return after his bright blue eyes met her face. He slightly waved, but turned back around in his seat right after. He didn't wait to see if Roxy would wave back, which was great since obviously none of these detainees were aware of her condition.

"Whoa there, Beauty Queen," I finally jumped into the new conversation, which resulted in Claire glancing over her shoulder at me once again. "Let's back up a few steps here, all right? All right. What did you mean when you said that we were both afraid?" I gave the slightest nudge in Bender's direction with my head, but I didn't dare remove my serious eyes from Shermer High School's princess.

For a moment, Claire eyed the ceiling like she was trying to string her response together in her head, but then she met her eyes with mine again. "See, you two are afraid that they won't take you." she explained, vaguely shaking her head at me before she shifted her head back over to Bender and added, "You guys don't belong, so you have to dump all over it."

For a moment, I just stared at her like she was an insane psychopath with a chainsaw; except I was nowhere near afraid of this redheaded bitch. I then scoffed loudly enough for the entire room to hear me, making it sound like I was trying to choke down a mocking laugh. And finally, I threw my arms across my chest and shook my head disapprovingly, mumbling, "Черт невероятно..." under my breath. "Damn unbelievable...'

The Criminal, on the other hand, stared off at nobody in particular once again. For the shortest moment, he hesitated, but then he started talking through sort of pursed lips. "Well ... it wouldn't have anything to do with you activities people being assholes, now would it?" He immediately fixed his attention back on the two preps after he said the word 'assholes.'

"Gigantic assholes," I corrected Bender with dead seriousness, but all he did was roll his eyes as soon as he heard me speak up.

Claire shot me an annoyed look and watched as I carelessly kicked my feet up onto mine and Roxy's table. "Well, you wouldn't know," she said to me, but then glanced back at Bender as she prissily added, "You don't know any of us." Now she was beginning to sound like Andrew.

"Well, I don't know any lepers either, but I'm not going to run out and join one of their fuckin' clubs." informed Bender.

"Let's watch the mouth, huh?" the Athlete suggested right after the Hoodlum finished his last word. The Princess turned her head, silently eyeing the Jock.

'This coming from the bitch who just finished cursing at me.' I thought to myself right away, and I oh-so-desperately wanted to say it out loud, but when I opened my mouth, what ended up coming out was, "I'm pretty damn sure cussin' is the least of our Saturday detention troubles, Jockstrap."

"I'm in the physics club, too." Brian then contributed, cutting off Andrew's chance to possibly shoot me an impatient glare or another stupid comeback.

"Excuse me a sec..." Bender said to the two preps, and then he gazed over towards the Geek, cocking an eyebrow. "What are you babbling about?"

"Well, what I said was, I'm in the math club - uh - the Latin club, and the physics club ... physics club." Brian explained, shyly repeating the final two words in his sentence in case he had mumbled them.

It only took a matter of seconds before another smile swept across Roxy's face. "You're in the physics club?" she asked, her accent suddenly dripping with delight.

I turned my head, meaning to glance at my sister, but for some reason, I couldn't resist staring over at Allison. She was softly tapping the tip of her pen against her sheet of blank paper, examining Roxy with her almond colored eyes. To me, those eyes were actually very interesting; I had no idea how in the hell they were, but they just were.

As soon as the brunette Basket Case first entered the library, I almost instantly noticed that she was wearing the dark, fur-trimmed parka that I had given to her shortly after I discovered it uselessly lying around in my Grandparents' attic. Like most parkas, it was much baggier on her tallish and naturally slim figure, but I had to admit it that it still made her look pretty nice ... even for a Basket Case.

"Yeah," Brian finally found the guts to answer Roxy's simple question, nodding his head slightly. When my eyes managed to jump away from Allison in order to land on him, I realized that he had shifted himself around in his seat so he could keep his attention fully on Roxy as they spoke. Not only that, but a new bright shade of pink had slipped across the Nerd's cheeks, highlighting their whiteness.

"You know, I always thought that physics was fairly interesting." Roxy shared, tapping the eraser of her pencil against the edge of our table.

I shook my head in dissapproval and released a soft noise, making it sound like I was trying to clear some nasty vomit from the middle of my throat. Like I said, out of the two of us, Roxy was the one who had the school spirit. I, on the other hand, couldn't last through a single lesson without getting pissed off by the teacher, another asshole of a classmate, or just by my boredom eating away at me.

The Brain nervously eyed me for a few seconds after I gagged, but then he fixed his attention back on Roxy. "Really?" he asked, his voice that sounded like it was just barely grazed with the smallest amount of puberty giving it away that he was caught off guard.

Roxy gave her head a swift nod and she flashed a pretty grin in Brian's direction, but she didn't say another word.

For a moment, I took the time to boringly stare at the small hole that had eaten its way through the top of my right converse. Nonetheless, it didn't take long before I convinced myself to turn my head back towards the railing so I could see the dark-haired Rebel. He hadn't shifted from where he was sitting, but now he was staring at my sister with his mouth slightly hanging open from what I could tell was shock. In all honesty, I couldn't blame him; Roxy was such a pretty teenage girl, and according to typical teenage logic, pretty girls were never supposed to be interested in anything educational.

It only took a matter of seconds before Bender's eyes dragged back over to Claire, but the same look that he'd shoot Roxy remained glued on his face.

"Hey ... Cherry..." the Criminal leaned forward, waiting until the Princess looked at him before he continued. "Do you belong to the physics club?"

"That's an academic club," Claire pointed out, sounding rather disgusted when she said say the word 'academic.'

I witnessed the kind smile vanish from Roxy's face, right before she snapped her head in the direction of the Beauty Queen's spoiled voice.

"So?" Bender dryly asked.

"Yeah, what in the hell does that have to do with anything, Princess?" Roxy then blurted out, clearly not liking what she was hearing. Her silver eyes were still hidden by her specialized sunglasses, but I didn't need to see them to know that she had them bitterly narrowed.

Claire paused the conversation, shooting Roxy a quick glare before she looked back at Bender. "So academic clubs aren't the same as other kinds of clubs." the redhead stated like it was completely obvious, shaking her head a little.

"Ah," Bender said like he just got the actual answer to one of the most difficult questions in the entire world. "But to dorks like them, they are." He pointed one of his fingers at Brian and then at Roxy when he referred to them as dorks. (Of course, Brian actually was a dork though.)

Claire eyed the floor for a split second, but then rolled her eyes as she silently looked away from Bender. At the same time, Roxy just so happened to flick her head in the direction of the Criminal's mocking tone, pursing her lips in an impatient manner.

"What do you guys do in your club?" Bender asked, glancing back over at the Nerd.

Brian quickly and quietly cleared his throat, peeking up at the ceiling. "In physics we - we, uh ..." He then made eye contact with Bender after pausing from his stuttering. "We talk about physics - uh - properties of physics..."

Before Brian could possibly knock the rest of us out into a deep sleep, Bender interrupted. "So it's sort of social..." The Criminal stopped speaking for a split second in order to look at me. "Russian Massacre, what do you think?"

"It's demented and sad, but social." I confirmed, although my eyes were narrowed into thin slits from aggravation towards the nickname Bender labeled me with.

With a small and quick motion towards my table with his arm, Bender gazed back at Claire and said, "Right?"

Despite how the incomplete question was rhetorical, the Princess silently sneered and turned her head away from the Criminal with a roll of her eyes. On the other hand, the desperately unpopular Brain decided to attempt fitting into the conversation by actually answering the question.

"Yeah, well, I guess you could consider us a social situation. Um - I mean, there are other children in my club." Brian shared, clearly trying to not be bothered by the uninterested look that Bender was shooting him. It looked as if the Hoodlum was saying, 'Get to the damn point already.' "And - uh - at the a-at the end of the year, we have - um - we have a b-big banquet up at the - uh - at the Hilton."

As I quirked an eyebrow at Brian's stuttering, a spark of interest suddenly lit up across Bender's eyes.

"You load up? You party?" the Hoodlum asked, motioning with his hand as he spoke.

For a moment, the Nerd glanced away like he was just struck with a lightning bolt of stupidity. "Well, no, we get dressed up. I mean we don't ... we don't get high." Brian explained as he shook his head a tiny bit at Bender.

"Only burners like you and her get high." Claire snidely retorted, glaring at the Rebel as she motioned towards Roxy for a split second with her pencil.

As soon as I heard those words come out of the redhead's mouth, a strictly protective scowl overran my face. "What in the hell did you just say, gingersnap?" I demanded to know, even though I already knew the answer to that question. My eyes were narrowed into thin slits of bitterness as Claire instantly looked over her shoulder at me, glaring right back at me with the strong irritation that she was feeling completely exposed in her eyes.

Nonetheless, just as the Beauty Queen opened her mouth to say something back to me, the Brain decided to start talking again.

"And - uh - I didn't have any shoes, so I had to borrow my Dad's. It was kinda weird 'cause my Mom doesn't like me wearing other peoples shoe's." At the sound of Brian beginning to babble on and on, my eyes jumped away from the Princess and landed on him. "And - uh - my cousil Kent..." Brian closed his eyes in obvious humiliation from his stuttering, but continued to ramble. "My cousin Kendall from Indiana, he got high once. He started, like, really weird foods..."

"My God..." I silently lip synced to myself, shaking my head and rolling my eyes in complete aggravation towards the Nerd's rambling. Just then, as I rested my shoulder blades against the back of my chair again, I turned my attention over to Allison and witnessed her place the tip of her pen between her teeth. She bit down on it, keeping it steady in her mouth as she positioned her index finger like it was a handgun, pointing it at the back of the Brain's head before flicking her thumb, which I could tell was the trigger.

She then removed her pen from her mouth, shooting Brian a clearly annoyed scowl before her eyes just so happened to wander over at me. I knew that the tiniest portion of amusement was smeared across my face, slim delight dancing across my eyes as an excessively small and rare grin tugged at the corners of my mouth.

"And - uh - and then he just felt like he didn't belong anywhere..." Brian continued to stammer, an almost entirely translucent shade of red beginning to decorate his cheeks.

"Kill me..." I silently mouthed to the Basket Case. Immediately, a small and precious smile that represented a somewhat smug smirk curled up on one of the edges of Allison's lips. Without waiting for another moment to pass by, she positioned the top half of her pen back between her teeth and shot off another imaginary handgun, but this time, she pointed it in my direction.

In return, I smirked widely and soaked in her mistakenly innocent looking grin for a couple of more seconds. Nevertheless, as soon as I glanced back at the Geek, the amusement vanished entirely from my face like it was never there to begin with. The satisfaction drained from my eyes and my smirk fled from my lips, leaving them straightened in annoyance once again.

Andrew had his lips tightly pressed together, the look in his eyes giving it away that he wasn't interested in hearing any of the words that were coming out of Brian's mouth. The Jock dragged his attention away from the Nerd and shook his head impatiently, right before he took a quick glimpse towards the library's entrance. He couldn't have possibly been more evident; he was trying to see if Vernon was getting ready to peek into the room from his office.

"You know, kinda like, you know, like 'Twilight Zone,' kinda." Brian finally decided to end his babbling there. Praise God for that.

Claire released a chuckle, locking her eyes back over on Bender. "Sounds like you," she said, smiling innocently.

"Look, you guys keep up your talking and Vernon's going to come right in here," Andrew warned. While he talked, he hastily glanced around at mainly me, Bender, and Claire. "I got a meet this Saturday and I'm not going to miss it on account of you boneheads."

Roxy arched one of her eyebrows in confusion, leaning over and whispering inches away from my shoulder so only I could hear her, "Boneheads? What is he, five?"

Being in Chicago for only almost four months didn't compare to the seventeen years we spent growing up in Russia, so we clearly still had a lot of English words, meanings, pronunciations, and other lessons to work through. Although, just because we were Russian didn't change how Roxy and I just understood when somebody was using certain words as a form of insulting something or somebody else.

A small smirk welded up on one of the corners of my mouth towards Sporto's so-called insult, but I managed to smuggle down my single mocking laugh.

"Oh, and wouldn't that be a bite, huh?" Bender asked through slightly clenched teeth. "Oooaahh!" He swung his arm across his chest, his cry of agony noticeably staged. "Missin' a whole wrestling meet!"

Claire narrowed her eyes and slowly shook her head a single time at the Criminal, as if she was scolding a little kid for acting too childish.

The Athlete narrowed his eyes, placing one of his arms across the surface of his and the Beauty Queen's table, and his other arm across the back of his seat. "Well you wouldn't know anything about it, faggot!" Andrew then hissed, leaning slightly in Bender's direction.

Roxy scoffed. "Now who needs to watch their mouth, Sporto?" She placed her elbows against her sheet of paper and rested her chin on top of both of her balled up fists, keeping herself locked in the direction of Andrew's voice.

Nonetheless, the Jock didn't acknowledge her comment, keeping his deep blue eyes on the smirking Rebel.

"You never competed in your whole life." Andrew pointed out.

"Oh, I know!" Bender said in noticeably mocking sorrow, staring down at his lap. If it wasn't for the smile that was printed across his face, he probably would've managed to make the other detainees think that he was actually crying. "And I feel all empty inside of it," the Hoodlum then started gesturing with his arm, his hand curled up in a fist. "I have such a deep admiration for guys who roll around the floor with other guys!" By the end of his sentence, his insulting sarcasm had returned, clinging to each of his words as he went back to staring at the Athlete.

A dark, obviously mocking smirk spread widely across my face. "It's about time you finally admitted it, Bender. You know, the first step of the healing process is actually admitting you have a problem." I made myself sound like I was speaking the way a therapist would speak, which was one hell of a simple task for me of all people to pull off. I even stole the whole 'the first step of the healing process is actually admitting you have a problem' quote from my therapist.

Roxy sunk her lips into her mouth, but she still failed to hide the smile that made its way across her face as soon as I said my previous comment. I could hear her quietly muffling her chuckles, hiding her mouth behind her knuckles as she glanced down at the surface of our table

It only took a couple of seconds before Bender's eyes jumped away from the Athlete and landed on me. I could see the mixture of aggravation, anger, and impatience pieced together on his face, creating the cold glare that he was shooting me. However, just as Bender opened his mouth to say something back to me, the Athlete, who clearly didn't acknowledge what I had said previously, spoke up first.

"Ah, you'd never miss it," he said with so much nonchalance in his voice as he went back to staring blankly ahead at the front of the library. Nevertheless, he couldn't resist peeking back over at the Rebel as he added bluntly, "You don't have any goals."

"Oh, but I do." corrected Bender, who was now advertising a positively mischievous smirk. It was as if he had never been glaring at me; in the blink of an eye, his harsh scowl was replaced with that devious grin.

"Yeah?" Andrew asked with false interest as he glued his eyes back on the darker-haired teen.

"I want to be just - like - you." With every word he sarcastically spoke, Bender pointed a finger insultingly at Sporto. "I figure all I need's a lobotomy and some tights."

I noticed Andrew's face flush, his cheeks becoming redder than two freshly bloomed roses. Without a word, he slightly tightened his jaw, his eyes now almost perfectly resembling two deep blue glass globes.

For a moment, Brian's eyes wandered back and forth from Bender to Andrew. "You wear tights?" the blonde Nerd then asked after his concentration rested fully on the Jock.

Andrew glanced over his shoulder at Brian, turning himself just slightly around in his seat. Somehow, his entire face had managed to become overrun by the exact same shade of bright scarlet in that short cluster of seconds.

"The last time I checked," I spoke up to fill in the silence, "tights were worn by seven-year-old ballerinas. Not seventeen-year-old wrestlers."

Right after I finished the last word in my statement, the Athlete's eyes darted over to me. He narrowed them slightly, which was all I needed to see to understand that he was telling me to knock it the hell off already. In return, I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest, right before I began to carefully rock myself back and forth in my still tilted back chair.

"No, I don't wear tights," Andrew replied after he drew his attention over to Brian. "I wear the required uniform."

"Tights," Brian and Roxy insisted together, but while the Geek sounded more nervous and quiet, my sister was noticeably muffling some more giggles.

Andrew looked away for a split second, pursing his lips in anger. "Shut up!" he exclaimed, taking the time to shoot Roxy and then Brian a hard glare before he turned himself fully back around in his seat.

As a smirk fiddled around with the edges of my mouth, I noticed from the corner of my eye that Allison was just so happening to be glancing in my direction. One of those mistakenly innocence, but somehow lovely smiles were styled across her lips. I could only see part of it since she was hanging her head and her shagged up hair was hiding a majority of her face, but that still didn't stop me from spotting her easily peeking through her bangs at me. After what felt like an eternity past by with me just looking at her, the Basket Case turned her head down some more and began scribbling away at her piece of paper.

Suddenly, a noise erupted softly through the reappearing vacant air of nowhere. It was easy to come to the quick conclusion that it came from the corridor.

Without any hesitation, I swept my feet off from the top of mine and Roxy's table, grasping the sides of my chair as it immediately landed back down on all four of its wooden legs. Concern sparked in my eyes as I watched the Princess slightly lean forward in her seat. At the same time, the Hoodlum shot his concentration over his shoulder, resulting in some of his darker brunette hair vaguely flipping. Roxy had her attention nailed towards the direction of where the noise had come from, but like everyone else, she didn't say a word. Instead, she sat still, her back perfectly straight with her hands folded on top of her right leg, which was crossed properly over the top of her left leg.

Ever so quietly, I rose from my chair and began to cautiously tiptoe in the complete stillness of the library. I could feel the eyes that I just knew belonged to the Beauty Queen, the Jock, and the Geek beginning to follow me as I stayed close to the railing with every silent step I took. My heart was slowly beginning to pick up the pace, resulting in every one of my covered up and hidden scars beginning to feel like they were starting to tingle. Nonetheless, not the tiniest speck of curiosity faded from my vaguely tanned face.

By the time I made it to where I had to get in order to take a risking glance out the library's door, I glanced over my shoulder to see how the other detainees were reacting. The look on Claire's face - the somewhat widened eyes and slightly hanging open mouth - made it look like she just witnessed me shoot some homeless puppy. Andrew, on the other hand, was giving me an impatient glare, which I could tell was his way of saying, 'If you get busted and all of us have to pay for it by Vernon's orders, you're dead meat.' Lastly, considering Roxy didn't know that I left my seat, Allison was still caught up in doodling away at her piece of paper, and Bender didn't remove his attention away from the library's entrance himself, Brian was staring at me in utter confusion like some unbelievably dumb kid.

Finally, I drew my attention away from the other detention goers and rested my eyes on the corridor, daring myself to sneak a peek. When I did, I saw Vernon with his back towards the library, looking like he was getting ready to moon somebody as he leaned himself over to jam something into his office trashcan. Though, before he did, I managed to notice that the item that he was throwing away was the entire core that belonged to none other than a piece of fruit.

I narrowed my eyes and grumbled under my breath, "That bitch ate my apple."

Then, when Dick began to straighten himself back up, it came to my realization that he just might be getting ready to come back into the library. Without any hesitation, I muttered a quick "дерьмо!" under my breath and shot myself back around, trotting back to my seat as fast as I could without producing much sound. 'Shit!' "I think Dick's about to come back!" I informed the rest of the detainees as I hurriedly pulled my seat back out and plopped myself down. Luckily, Roxy had already placed her miniature bag of barbeque chips underneath her leg again as soon as we each overheard the noise.

That was all Bender needed to hear to have him leap off the railing and sprint to the empty seat that rested between Andrew and Claire. As the silence continued expanding throughout the whole library, the Rebel pulled out the chair and sat down, scooting himself in before folding his hands on top of the table in front of him. The picture of pure and perfect innocence.

I rolled my eyes at his act, but didn't say a word in case Mr. Vernon was beginning to enter the room. The quietness went on for a couple of more seconds, and I continued to eye the direction of the library's door, just waiting while I listened to every beat my heart made in my strong chest. Sparkles of confusion began to twinkle across my eyes as I slowly examined around the room, noticing that all of the other detention goers, minus Allison, were staring off towards the library's entrance.

Only a few more seconds of complete stillness managed to pass by before none other than John Bender ended it. He glanced at the Athlete, releasing a noise that sounded like he was trying to clear his throat. After that, he turned his head towards the Princess as he scooted himself back and cawed out, "Whoo!"

I cocked an eyebrow and watched as Bender stood up from his chair, beginning to approach the door.

"There's - uh - not supposed to be any monkey business." Brian reminded, the tone of his voice drenched in nervousness.

Turning himself around, the dark-haired Hoodlum cocked an eyebrow at the Nerd and pointed a finger at him as he continued to walk backwards. "Young man, have you finished your paper?" Bender asked, noticeably staging his very own and personal impression of Vernon. It was then Roxy's turn to arch one of her eyebrows as she stared blindly in the direction of his voice, but nobody said another word as Bender continued to approach the library's door.


A/N: Another chapter complete! :) :D :)

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