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Fun Fact: Off set, Judd Nelson (Bender) stayed in character and taunted the rest of the cast. He was so rude to Molly Ringwald (Claire) to the point where he was threatened to be fired. In the end, Paul Gleason (Vernon) was one of the people who defended him. Ironic, huh?

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Comrade's POV

By the time I returned to our table, Roxy was already sitting back in her chair with her hands folded in front of her. A can of Coke was resting between her arms and she was swaying her head to another song on her Walkman, listening with only one headphone again. I pulled my hands out of the back pockets of my worn out jeans and knelt down, retrieving our lunches from where they were slumped beside my knapsack. At the sound of the paper lightly crinkling in my grasp, my sister turned her head and locked her silvery eyes on me. She was definitely a master at using her other senses - especially her enhanced hearing.

Claire and Andrew picked their bags up from the floor, just as Bender strolled by and 'accidentally' nudged me in the back of my shoulder. I sharply narrowed my eyes at the back of his head, imagining what it would be like if he suddenly got set on fire as I flicked him off. Nonetheless, the Criminal didn't spare me the smallest glance and spun a chair around, seating himself behind the two preps. His cheeks were still partially red, giving it away that he was still pissed about how I had referred to him as Shitty Shermer's biggest man whore. Damn, I was just stating the obvious. If he didn't like it, then he should really get a grip on his raging hormones and stop sleeping around.

Bender leaned a little further in his chair, watching the Redhead as she pulled out a napkin and a small wooden table from her fancy bag. "What's in there?" he asked. In less than a second, Roxy snapped her attention in the direction of his voice. At the same time, I cocked an eyebrow in confusion at the Princess's wooden table. What, was she expecting a shoeshine as she ate or some shit like that?

"Guess..." Claire replied with a sarcastic shrug, as if it was obvious. She sat the wooden table down and reluctantly made eye contact with Bender. "Where's your lunch?"

A slight smirk curled up on one of the edges of Bender's lips. For a few seconds, he remained quiet; but then, he stole a quick glance over his shoulder at my sister and answered slyly, "Roxanne's wearing it."

Roxy immediately narrowed her eyes and shot him an icy scowl as she quietly sneered, "Черт свинья..." Still, a mere shade of red managed to burn across her cheeks. At the same time, I curled my empty hand into a tight fist and bit down on my bottom lip to prevent myself from cursing him out. 'Damn pig...' Unfortunately, our reactions only caused Bender's smirk to broaden a little. That is, until he flipped some of his hair out of his face and glanced back at the Snob.

With a small roll of her eyes, Claire looked away and mumbled, "You're nauseating..." She continued to unpack her fancy bag.

Unfazed by the prissy remark, Bender leaned forward and grabbed two Cokes. Without aiming, he tossed one can over his shoulder and sent it soaring through the air until Allison, without taking her eyes off from this record that she was holding, reached up and simply caught it in her hand. I flashed an amused smirk and lightly chuckled as she slammed the Coke against her table and continued to stare intently at her record; but from the corner of my eye, I saw Bender staring directly at me and getting ready to throw the second can. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Was he planning to hit me? Good luck with that, asshole. Without taking my eyes away from the Basket Case, I reached my hand out and easily caught the other Coke as the Hoodlum flung it at me. I casually gripped the can, turned my head, and raised an eyebrow at him, as if I was saying, "Is that really the best you got?" In return, the darker-haired teen rolled his eyes and shifted back around in his chair, clearly unsatisfied with how I had managed to catch the soda.

I sat my Coke down, just as the Beauty Queen pulled out this shiny black box from her bag and placed it on top of her miniature wooden table. With the Delinquent's eyes following her every move, she removed the lid and poured what looked like soy sauce into a small bowl. I furrowed my brow and watched, trying to figure out what in the hell that it was that she was having.

"What's that?" Bender asked, genuinely confused.

Claire turned her head and stared at him disdainfully as she answered, "Sushi." At the sound of that word, I crinkled my nose in disgust and cringed. Once when Roxy and I were seven, our mom had taken us to a seafood restaurant in an attempt to get away from our old man for the evening. Roxy refused to try any of the food, judging it all by its overpowering, nasty smell. I, on the other hand, decided to try a small piece of an octopus arm. Immediately after I bit into it and tasted the flavor, I felt like I was about to vomit all over the place. It was like chewing on a slimy and insanely salty piece of sponge. So, Mom ended up taking me and Roxy to get burgers instead. And til' this day, I absolutely despise seafood.

"Su-shi?" The Thug made it sound like a foreign word.

The Queen Bee lightly laughed, picking up her chopsticks as she went into further detail, "Rice, uh, raw fish, and seaweed."

By this point, all of the other detainees, except for my sister and Allison, had sickened looks smeared across their faces.

Bender squinted, contemplating how he should respond to his new knowledge of sushi.

Roxy crossed her arms over her chest and cocked an eyebrow in Claire's direction, taking advantage of the silence. "You're having an aquarium for lunch?" Her accent was drenched in a mixture of judgement and disbelief. It gained the attention of the Nerd and the Jock in less than a second. "That's disgusting!"

Shortly after she said that, the Rebel found his voice again, "You won't accept a guy's tongue in your mouth and you're gonna eat that?" Judging by his disturbed tone, it was obvious that he agreed with my sister.

Claire pierced Roxy with the snobby stink eye, but kept her words directed to Bender, "Can I eat?"

"I don't know..." Bender cautiously shook his head, holding back a gag, "...give it a try..."

Roxanne sarcastically shrugged, already bored with the conversation, "Whatever, Princess. Enjoy your food poison, I guess."

After glaring at her for a couple of more seconds, Claire turned away and started to poke at her lunch with her chopsticks.

"So, Comrade," Roxy said. She uncrossed her arms and glanced back over towards me, placing her hands down on her knee. "What did Бабушка pack for me?" 'Grandma.'

"Uh, I'm not sure. Let me check." I sat our paper bags down on the table and opened the one that had Roxy's name fancily printed on it. As I rummaged through its contents and pulled out the multiple plastic containers, I ignored how Bender and Brian had shifted themselves around in their seats so they could watch. "It looks like you got a peanut butter and banana sandwich, some leftover fruit salad from last night, a cinnamon muffin, and..." I pulled out the last item, which was a bright purple straw with a medium-sized glass jar. "Homemade Okroshka."

A smile peeled widely across Roxy's face at my last word, exposing some of her teeth. At the same time, Bender's eyes widened in disbelief and Brian's jaw practically dropped down to the floor at the sight of the jar. Allison, on the other hand, was smirking in satisfaction as she watched the scene from the corner of her eye. She loved all of my grandma's baked treats and homemade meals, even though a majority of them looked nothing like the food here in Chicago.

The preppies turned around in their chairs, looking at me like I had just attempted walking through a wall.

"Okro-what?" Sporto asked, sounding more hypercritical than confused.

"Okro-sh-ka." I answered, purposely stretching out the pronunciation. I swear, it was like I was talking to a bunch of kindergartners.

"It's a Russian delicacy." Roxy informed. I held the jar a little higher up into the air and tilted it from side to side, making the milky substance inside swoosh around like water. The disgust thickened on everyone's faces, excluding the Recluse. "Cold soup that's mixed from sour cream, kvass, and raw vegetables," Roxy went on, still making it sound like should've been obvious to these idiots, "cucumbers, radishes, and spring onions to be exact. There's also boiled chunks of potatoes, eggs, and beef in it."

I removed the top from the jar, refusing to pay attention to how the Princess narrowed her eyes and twisted her nose as she watched. Then, after I dropped the lid down onto the table with a small clink, I slid the straw into the soup and took a moment to stir the ingredients around. The Athlete tightly pressed his lips together, almost making them look like they had vanished from the rest of his face.

"All right, Rox," I said as I muddled our hands close together so she could take the jar, "bon appetit."

After I was sure that she had a firm grip on it, I pulled my hands back and started removing the lids from the Tupperware.

The silence seemed to thicken as Roxy ran her fingers along the rim of the jar, staring blankly ahead as she tried to locate the straw. When she found it, she took a glance around the room, supposedly daring the rest of the detainees to keep watching her. At last, she placed the straw in her mouth and started to slurp the Okroshka. Brian and Andrew almost instantly adverted their eyes, as if they just saw a rat that was in the middle of chewing down on a month-old corpse. Unfortunately, Bender continued to watch. He lowered the eyebrow that had been raised and formed a small, but very fascinated smirk as he stared at Roxy's lips.

Claire released a disturbed huff, causing the other detention goers to look at her immediately. "And you say my lunch is revolting?" she asked, sounding completely judgmental once again.

I rolled my eyes, "At least you won't find hers in a cat's litter box, Gingersnap."

Claire scowled, but refused to say anything back. Instead, she gave me the cold shoulder - like I actually gave a shit - and continued to prod at her sushi with a bitter glint in her eyes.

Then, just as I was about to reach into my paper bag, I stopped to watch Andrew as he began to unpack his lunch. He pulled out a jumbo bag of potato chips, one ... two ... three sandwiches, a package of chocolate chip cookies, and a carton of milk. My eyes widened, but before Andrew could sit his Happy Foods bag aside, he paused and pulled out two more items: a banana and an apple. Finally, he dropped his bag back down to the floor and scooted in, getting more comfortable before he started to unwrap one of the sandwiches. Roxy stopped drinking her soup and arched an eyebrow in his direction.

"Damn, Jockstrap," I said, flicking my eyes back and forth from him to his small feast, "you brought a mini-fridge with you?"

The Jock rolled his eyes, but I turned my head away from him and locked my eyes on the Basket Case at the sound of something fizzing. She had just cracked open her Coke and was now loudly slurping it up from the table, paying no attention to the Nerd that was watching her. A small smirk curled up on the corners of my lips and I let out a slight chuckle. Just then, from the corner of my eye, I noticed Andrew turn to look at the amused Bender. Until now, he hadn't noticed that the Rebel and the Diva had been staring at him.

"What's your problem?" Andrew asked, unaware of the piece of lettuce that fell out of his sandwich and landed against the table.

I pulled the lemon out from the depths of my paper bag and glanced back at Allison. With a sickened glint in her eyes, she peeled off the piece of meat that was on her sandwich and flung it over her shoulder. I breathed a quick laugh, hiding my smile in my wrist to prevent myself from cracking up in front of the rest of the detainees. The bologna flew through the air and slapped into the 'head' of the statue, sticking there for a few seconds. Allison then rolled up her sleeves and opened a couple of Pixy-Stix by hitting them against the table. After that, she proceeded to pour the sugar all over the two slices of bread; but not without snaking some up with her tongue.

I kept my eyes on her, too entertained to look away as I took a giant bite out of my lemon. At the same time, Roxy turned her head and cracked a grin at the sound of Allison taking a loud slurp from her Coke before gargling it around in her mouth. After that, the Basket Case poured the remains of the sugar onto her sandwich and slid the now empty straws into her soda. Bender and Brian stared at her awkwardly, just as she scooped out a handful of Cap'n Crunch from a plastic bag and rained it down onto her sandwich. Andrew and Claire turned around at the sound of her crushing the cereal underneath her hand, right before she scooped out another handful and did the same thing.

Brian's lips twitched in disgust as Allison carefully folded the sandwich back together and lifted it up to her mouth. Finally, after she realized that everybody's eyes were on her, she took a huge bite out of her creation and filled the air with an echoing CRUNCH. As she chewed, the other detention goers - except for me - slowly turned back around in their seats. Roxy made sure to send the Recluse a thumbs-up before she went back to enjoying her lunch. Shortly after that, Allison sent me a stealthy wink; and as I took another bite out of my lemon, I winked back.

Suddenly, the Criminal stood up from his chair and smirked slightly at my sister before he walked across the aisle. He snatched up Brian's paper bag, replacing it with a Coke before he seated himself beside the Geek and folded his hands on the table.

"What are we having?" Bender asked, making me roll my eyes.

Brian looked at him uncomfortably, "Uh, it's your standard, regular lunch, I guess."

Roxy glanced in their direction, nibbling on a piece of cantaloupe that she had picked up from her fruit salad.

Bender reached into Brian's bag and pulled out a pastel orange thermos, setting it down. "Milk?" he asked with a vague, insulting smirk.

"Soup." Brian corrected, pointing at the container.

The Burnout reached in again, slapping the Wimp's hand when he attempted to get his bag back. Then, after a few seconds of rummaging, the darker-haired teen pulled out a little box of juice.

"Uh, that's apple juice." Brian mumbled as he gently rubbed his hand.

"I can read!" Bender remarked, glaring sharply at the scrawnier teen before he pulled out the final item. A sandwich. "PB&J with the crusts cut off. Well, Brian, this is a very nutritious lunch. All of the food groups are represented." He stared at Brian mockingly, his hands folded again. "Did your mom marry Mr. Rogers?"

Brian stared at him like he was serious, "Uh, no, Mr. Johnson..."

Claire and Andrew looked at each other, exchanging amused grins as they chewed. At the same time, I shook my head and muttered, "Глупый осел..." under my breath, right before I bit off another chunk of my lemon. 'Stupid ass...'

"Ah." The Criminal sarcastically nodded, as if he finally understood who the Nerd's dad was. "Here's my impression of life at Big Bri's house." He suddenly stood up from his chair and walked down the aisle, stopping when he was standing directly beside Roxy's seat. Allison leaned a little forward, sucking on her fingers as she watched Bender with slight interest in her eyes. Something about that caused my face to feel a little hot. She shouldn't have been looking at him like that; but I ignored it as much as I could and watched the Rebel as he flew his hand up to his mouth and began this weird skit.

"Son!" His voice was loud and annoyingly nice.

He then poked his fingers into his cheeks, making it look like he had dimples, "Yeah, Dad?"

"How's your day, pal?" His hand was cuffed at the side of his mouth again.

"Great, Dad!" He switched back over to the kiddie tone. "How's yours?"

Brian's cheeks grew bright pink in embarrassment, just as Bender staged his overly jolly old man again.

"Super! Say, son, how'd you like to go fishing this weekend?" At the word 'fishing', the Criminal flicked his wrist, making it look like he was casting a line.

"Great, Dad!" A phony, childish pout suddenly slipped across his face. "But I've got homework to do!"

"That's all right, son!" Bender flashed that large, fatherly smile again. "You can do it on the boat!"

A small, delighted gasp filled the air, followed by, "Geee!"

Andrew's grin started to waver, transforming into what almost looked like a vague mask of guilt.

"Dear, isn't our son swell?" Bender asked, right before he turned and introduced a new, more feminine voice. "Yes, Dear. Isn't life swell?" He was obviously impersonating the Nerd's mom.

Roxy narrowed her eyes, clearly not amused.

Allison was in the middle of chewing on her thumb, no longer looking interested in what the Hooligan was doing.

"Oh!" Bender pretended to be the father kissing the mother, and then vice versa. After that, he glanced back over at Brian and a sneer crossed his face. Keeping his arm positioned in the air like it was wrapped around someone's shoulders, the darker-haired teen pretended to punch at who I could only assume was 'Brian's mom'. At last, Bender walked back to his table and sat down on the edge; but not without 'accidentally' stroking his fingers against the side of Roxy's shoulder. She instantly leaned away from his touch, still glaring.

Brian looked beyond uneasy by this point. His face was almost the exact same shade of pink as Claire's blouse. He swallowed thickly and glanced down at the floor, avoiding eye contact with any of the other detainees. It was like he was trying his hardest not to cry.

Noticing this, the Jock flicked his attention back over to the Delinquent. "All right, what about your family?" he asked.

Bender gestured to himself sarcastically, "Who, mine?"

Sporto nodded vaguely, "Yeah."

"It's real easy." With a tiny shrug, Bender stood back up and walked back down the aisle. Again, he froze beside my sister's chair; but this time, there was no humor etched across his face. He scratched his neck and then rubbed the side of his face, indicating a stubble before he pointed a finger at something that wasn't there.

"Stupid, worthless," the tone that he was using was dark and gruff, "no-good, goddamn freeloading son of a bitch. Retarded, big mouth, know-it-all, asshole, jerk." There was a small pause, at which Bender crossed his arms over his chest and eyed the ceiling with this glazed over glint in his eyes. "You forgot ugly, lazy, and disrespectful..." The new voice that he was using indicated an intoxicated woman, but it changed back to the raspy tone as he 'backhanded her' and bellowed, "Shut up, bitch! Go fix me a turkey pot pie!"

In the blink of an eye, Roxy's scowl crumbled away from her face and she tensed up in her chair. She turned her head away from Bender's direction and dropped her attention down to her lap as she nervously nibbled on a grape.

"What about you, Dad?" Bender asked, pointing at thin air. After that, he curled his fingers into a fist and mimicked his old man again, "Fuck you."

"No, Dad. What about you?"

The impatience sharply increased in 'his father's' voice, "Fuck you!"

"No, Dad!" The Criminal yelled, making the Handicapped raise her shoulders and wince a little. "What. About. You?!"

"FUCK YOU!" With a furious scowl plastered on his face, Bender threw a punch at the air and flew his head back, staging his dad hitting him. "Bam! Ugh!"

That time, it was me who flinched; but I quickly covered it up by taking another bite out of my lemon.

For a moment, the whole library fell silent. The air was thick and intense.

Claire was clearly uncomfortable, watching Bender with slightly wide eyes as he unclenched his jaw and slowly straightened himself back up.

"Is that for real?" Brian asked in a small, slightly jittery voice.

The Rebel pierced him with a look that was almost demonic, "You want to come over some time?"

"That's bullshit." Andrew butted in, unfazed by the scowl that Bender immediately shot him. "It's all part of your image. I don't believe a word of it."

My eyes bugged out of my skull a bit, but I could've sworn flames flared up inside of them. At the same time, Roxy's mouth dropped open, making it obvious that she couldn't believe Jockstrap just said that.

"You don't believe me?" Bender asked, sounding a little hurt and very pissed off.

Andrew replied with no concern in his voice, "No..."

The flames grew hotter and larger in my eyes.

Bender repeated Sporto, "No?" It was almost like he was daring the Athlete to say that word again.

"Did I stutter?"

The Criminal's glare grew darker. He stalked towards Wrestle Mania, everyone's eyes following him until he froze in his tracks and held out his arm directly in front of the Jock's face. Bender then tugged up the sleeve of his white undershirt, exposing a circular burn scar that was printed a little below the crease of his elbow. He was so pissed to the point where his veins were popping out of his skin. At the sight of the injury, Andrew and Claire quickly adverted their eyes.

"Do you believe this? Huh?" Bender demanded. He leaned in a little closer to Sporto, using his other hand to point at the scar. "It's about the size of a cigar. Do I stutter?"

At the word 'cigar', Roxy cringed and the color faded a little from her face; but then, she tried to distract herself by taking a sip of her Coke.

Andrew tried eagerly to get out of the darker-haired teen's face, but Bender wasn't letting him off the hook that easy.

"See, this is what you get in my house when you spill paint in the garage." When the Athlete didn't respond, the Delinquent pulled his sleeve back down and started backing away. "See, I don't think that I need to sit with you fuckin' dildos anymore." He held his hands up and turned away, refusing to look at me or Roxy as he stormed past our table and approached a counter that was covered by perfectly arranged encyclopedias. With a piercing scream of rage, Bender shoved them off and hopped up on top of the counter. Despite how angry I looked, I couldn't help but flinch again.

"Fuck!" Bender exclaimed, right before he climbed up the bars of the staircase and leaped over the railing. Then, at the sound of him slamming his feet against the platform, Roxy clamped her eyes shut and grimaced. Finally, the Hoodlum sat down with his backside facing me and the rest of the detention goers. He kept his legs dangling over the edge as he folded his arms on top of one of the bars and rested his forehead against the railing, breathing hard.

Allison slowly glanced away from him and locked her eyes on Andrew, clearly stunned.

Claire peeked up from her lap, almost sounding guilty as she spoke to Jockstrap, "You shouldn't have said that."

"How'd I know?" Andrew asked, already quick to defend himself. He stared at her for a few seconds before looking away. "I mean, he lies about everything anyway."

I sharply narrowed my eyes and scoffed in disbelief, "What in the hell is wrong with you, Sporto?" I made sure to enhance the venom in my accent while addressing the Jock. In less than a second, everyone in the room - except for Bender - snapped their attention over to me. "You think abuse is meant to be treated like a joke? Because I don't see what's so damn funny about it!" I snarled.

"I didn't say that it was a joke!" Andrew exclaimed as he shot a slight scowl at me. "I just thought-"

"That Bender was lying about what goes on in his life outside of this place!" I cut him off snidely. "He may be an aggravating son of a bitch, but that doesn't give you the right to declare what his home life is like! In case you don't know, Sporto, not all parents buy their kids fancy varsity jackets and show up to cheer them on during their wrestling matches!" I stood up from my seat, but refused to break my murderous stare away from the Athlete. "The next time one of your classmates say that they're being abused, do the universe a favor. Pull your head out of your ass and actually listen for a change."

I didn't give Andrew a chance to say anything back. Instead, I pushed my chair back in and walked over to the ramp, feeling everyone's eyes following me as I did so.

"Comrade," Roxy sighed, just as I jumped over the railing and landed perfectly on my feet, "what are you going to do?"

"Something stupid." I replied flatly. After that, the whole library fell silent again and I approached the stairs, taking them two at a time. The higher I got, the more I couldn't believe what I was about to do. I despised John Bender ... and after all of the shit that he's caused so far today, I was actually going to talk to him. By the time I made it to where he was sitting, I leaned against the railing and arched my eyebrows as I spoke sarcastically, "You know that there's a much easier way to walk up the stairs, right?"

Bender pierced me with a vicious glare, "What in the hell are you doing up here, Russian Roulette?"

"Oh, you know..." I let out a loud, obviously exaggerated sigh and helped myself to a spot on the platform. I made sure that a fair amount of distance remained between me and the Rebel. "I just wanted to take the time to get a good view of this shitty prison ... just one more year before we're free from it." I sort of mumbled the last sentence to myself, staring down at the top of the statue's 'head' with no direct emotion shown on my face. Although, there were still some impatient flames in my eyes.

"I swear, Comrade," Bender growled with pure hatred etched across his entire face, "if you came up here to 'help me' or some shit like that, I'm going to-"

"I'm going to stop you right there, John!" The firmness sharply enhanced in my voice. "If you really think that I came up here to comfort you, you sure as hell are in for a disappointment!"

The Criminal darkly narrowed his eyes at me, "Why don't you back off and go binge drink some vodka like your people do or something?"

"Stop ignoring the facts, Rebellion 101." I sneered, choosing to ignore that irritating stereotype that he kept throwing in my face. "Ignoring them doesn't make them go away. It just makes them even harder to put up with." Bender looked away and scoffed, but I went on like he hadn't. "No matter how pissed you get, it won't change how people like Wrestle Mania will never understand what it's like to be hated and pushed around by the ones in your life who are supposed to love and protect you."

"So you're backing him up? You're on his side?" Bender asked. His voice had noticeably sharpened, but I could still detect the tiny hint of hurt that was buried underneath all of his anger.

It was my turn to scoff. "Hell will freeze over the moment I decide to ever side with you or any of the other assholes in this detention. I'm not on anybody's side. Neither is my sister." When all I got in response that time was pure silence from the Hooligan, I continued. "Whether you like it or not, people talk shit. No matter what you do, you can't stop them. That's just the way life is, especially in this hell hole that's known as high school. Life isn't fair and it never will be."

Bender rolled his eyes, clearly growing more annoyed. "Have you ever considered getting a job on the suicide hotline?" he asked.

I ignored his sarcasm, despite how much I was starting to debate whether or not I should just shove him down the stairs. "Look, if you're that pissed over what Andrew said, you should really just get it through your head that he's just one asshole that doesn't know what he's talking about. The faster you accept that, the better." I removed my arms from where they were folded on top of the bar and crossed them over my chest. "If you really can't handle some punk-ass jock talking trash now, I don't see how you're going to deal with the future. Seriously, why don't you just ignore Sporto?"

"I thought you said to stop ignoring the facts." Bender remarked, horribly mimicking my accent at his final four words.

"For your information, you dipshit," I growled, "ignoring the facts and ignoring people are two entirely different things. Hiding from reality by throwing tantrums and pretending that it isn't there doesn't make it change or go away. Ignoring people who are nothing but pricks that treat you like shit..." I paused for a moment, recalling some unpleasant memories with my alcoholic old man. The firmness in my voice faltered just a little bit, and I tugged lightly at the bottom of my sleeves. "...It'll help you forget about them and you'll eventually be able to move on."

When the Delinquent didn't say anything back, I turned my head to see if he was even listening. That's when I noticed that he was eyeing the rip in my T-shirt and the Band-Aid that was plastered over my scar. I quickly pulled my flannel shut, causing him to make eye contact with me.

"You don't know what you're talking about." Bender sneered like he hadn't been looking at my side. "You know shit about what I go through!"

That was the last straw. My face instantly hardened into a scowl that was practically demonic.

"All right, that's it! I've had enough!" I bellowed at the top of my lungs, almost instantly gaining the attention of the Nerd, the Basket Case, and the Handicapped from down below. I reached up and roughly grabbed the railing, pulling myself back up onto my feet. "You think you're the only one in the whole universe who has been subjected to abuse and trapped in a difficult home life? Because you're not! There are millions of other people stuck in the same situation! It isn't just you!" I clenched my eyes shut, seething in rage as I tried eagerly to shove aside as many of the dark and depressing thoughts as I could.

My mother's bloody, lifeless body and old man's cruel voice were on my mind as I popped my eyes back open. "I don't even know why I wasted my time in coming up here to talk to you!" I barked, still glaring fiercely at the Rebel. "I swear, you are such an asshole! You're not even worth it!"

I could've sworn that I saw Bender flinch, but I didn't care. I turned my back on him, grumbling a long string of curse words in Russian under my breath. If I stayed up here any longer, I was bound to commit murder. However, before I could manage taking my first step down the stairs, I felt Bender snatch a hold of the hem of my jeans. I nearly tripped from the unexpected grab, but quickly caught a hold of the railing and regained my balance before I could go toppling down the stairs.

"You're not going anywhere, Russian Massacre." Bender spoke like he wasn't effected by anything I'd just said. "I need your help to get something."

I pulled my ankle out of his grasp and turned back around. "Excuse me?" A mixture of anger and disbelief was wrapped around my accent.

"Yeah. Dick always leaves his office around this time to go to the Faculty Lounge." The Thug helped himself up from the floor and stared directly into my eyes like I was supposed to know where he was going with this.

"So?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Bender rolled his eyes at my lack of understanding and flicked some of his hair out of his face, "So, what time would be better for us to sneak out and go get something from my locker with Vernon away?"

My eyes widened a little and I scoffed, "What in the hell makes you think I'm going anywhere with you?"

"We wouldn't be gone long." Judging by Bender's voice, he was starting to grow irritated with me all over again. "All I need from you is to be a lookout for Rich anyway."

"So you can gather whatever shit you want from your locker and shove me out to get caught while you hightail your ass back here?" I shook my head, scowling again. "John, I ain't stupid. The only way that I'm leaving this library with you is if my sister and those other dumbasses are tagging along, too."

By this point, Bender looked like he was seconds away from hitting me. "All right, fine. Let's go tell them." He attempted to walk past me, but I immediately blocked his path and made eye contact with him again.

"And another thing, Rebellion 101," I said, "before we go to your locker, we have to stop by the Basket Case's first."

"What?" Clearly confused, the Criminal peeked over the railing and cocked an eyebrow at the sight of Allison chowing down on the remains of her sandwich. "Why in the hell do you want to stop by her locker?" Scorn and slight disgust dripped from his voice at the word 'her', making me narrow my eyes at him dangerously.

"You need to get something from your locker and I need to get something from hers. It's that clear-cut." I crossed my arms over my chest and watched as Bender impatiently clenched and unclenched his jaw a few times. "Well, asshole, what do you say?"

"Fine. We can go to the Wacko's locker first." The dangerous glint in my eyes grew sharper at the sound of Bender calling Allison a wacko, but before I could open my mouth to defend her, Bender went on. "But I'm warning you, Russian Roulette," he jabbed me in the chest with his finger, "if Dick busts us before we get a chance to go to my locker, I'm going to make it my number one priority to beat your ass."

I scoffed, turning my back on him as I muttered, "Like I haven't heard that threat before." After that, I started walking down the staircase and the darker-haired teen waited until I made it halfway before he decided to follow. Once we reached the bottom and hopped back over the ramp's railing, the rest of the detainees almost instantly snapped their attention over to us. I swear, it was shocking that none of them received whiplash. Brian, Claire, and Andrew stiffened a little in their chairs, looking like they were preparing themselves for another fit from the Burnout. Roxy and Allison, on the other hand, looked genuinely curious.

"All right, dumbasses," Bender announced as he snatched his denim jacket up from his table and slipped it on, "up on your feet. Come on, let's go."

Confusion slipped across the Redhead's face, "What?"

"I said let's go." Bender repeated in a much slower tone, as if that would help her understand. "We don't have all day."

"Where are we going?" Andrew asked, sounding more demanding than confused.

I shot him a warning glare and answered sarcastically, "On a field trip."

Brian's eyes widened, almost making him look like a stunned toddler, "But we're not supposed to leave the library."

"Who gives a shit?" I asked with a small roll of my eyes. "It's not like Mr. Vermin is going to find out that we're gone. We'll be out and right back within ten minutes. He'll never know that we left."

"What in the hell is taking you all so long? Come on already!" Bender ordered, already heading towards the library's main entrance. "Move it, pricks!"

Claire and Andrew exchanged glances, hesitating for a couple of seconds before they stood up from their seats and followed after him. Brian nervously twirled his thumbs around, looking back and forth from his table to the preps and the Delinquent a few times. Finally, he caved into whatever pressure that he was feeling from being such a Goody-Two-Shoes and trailed after them, still running like he had a wedgie.

Roxy groaned and carefully rose from her chair, just as Allison quickly retrieved her bag from the floor and slipped the strap over her head.

"Товарищ, ты уверен что это хорошая идея?" Roxy asked as she ran her hand up my arm and gripped my shoulder. 'Comrade, are you sure that this is a good idea?'

"Нет," I mumbled, clearly still annoyed from Bender, "но не волнуйтесь. Я не позволю ничего случиться с вами." 'No, but don't worry. I won't let anything happen to you.'

Without another word, I started escorting the Handicapped to the library's main door with the Basket Case following just seconds later.


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