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Comrade's POV

By the time me, Roxy, and Allison made it to where the other detainees were waiting by the door, Bender had his ear placed intently against it. Andrew was glaring at him, clenching and unclenching his jaw in annoyance as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his hoodie. Brian, on the other hand, was looking down at the floor with his shoulders slumped like he had just realized that he received a B instead of an A on an assignment. His eyes kept flickering back and forth from his weirdly colored shoes to the Delinquent, making it obvious that he was still uneasy about sneaking out of the library. And lastly, Claire was standing between the two of them, tapping her foot against the floor with her arms crossed over her flat chest like she was waiting impatiently for a sale to start.

"Hey, Russian Beauty." Bender turned his head and looked at my sister with a smirk fiddling around with the corners of his lips. "Would you like to do the honor of using your enhanced hearing to tell the rest of us when Dick passes by?"

Roxy rolled her eyes and carefully stepped out from where she was sandwiched between me and Allison as she replied, "Not really, but I will." Her accent was dry and vaguely offended, considering there was no bright side to being blind.

In less than a second, Claire's cheeks flared up, beating redder than her Ronald McDonald haircut. She bitterly narrowed her eyes and pressed her lips tightly together, making her jealousy evident as she watched Roxy extend her arm out in front of her and gently rest her hand against the door. After that, she leaned in and placed her ear against it, unaware of how she was looking directly at Bender's face as she listened for any noises in the hallway. There was still a gap of space between the two of them, but it was too small for my liking.

Satisfaction lit up in the Criminal's eyes, just as a pale blush swept across his cheeks. He stared right into her bright gray orbs and swallowed thickly as he watched her bat her eyelashes in deep concentration every few seconds. His attention then dropped down to her mouth, making his interest increase. He ran the tip of his tongue across the bottom of his upper lip, looking like he was debating whether or not he should just kiss her right then and there. Noticing this, I crossed my arms over my chest and sharply narrowed my eyes at him.

"John," I spoke up before he could attempt lowering his gaze any further, "have you ever wondered what it felt like to be hit in the Adam's apple?"

With no hesitation, the fascination vanished from Bender's face and was replaced by a warning scowl. He opened his mouth to say something back, but before he could get a word out, he was cut off when Roxy began to talk.

"Coffee ... looks like they scrape it off the bottom of the Mississippi River." Judging by the gruff and mocking tone that she was using, it was obvious that she was impersonating the Principal. That could only mean one thing: he was passing by. Immediately, Brian tensed up and Allison clapped her hand over her mouth to prevent herself from cracking up. "Everything's polluted," Roxy went on, resulting in her receiving an eye roll from Claire and another small smirk from Bender, "everything's polluted ... the coffee." She stopped and leaned away from the door, no longer mimicking Vernon. "All right, he's gone. If we're really going to do this, we better do it now and get it over with."

"Um, guys," Brian chimed in, stuttering a little, "uh, are we really sure that we should be doing this? I mean, if Vernon catches us, we'll be-"

"He's not going to catch us." I interrupted him, already sounding bored with the whole situation. I eyed the ceiling for a couple of seconds, waiting until Roxy gripped my shoulder again before I turned my head and locked my eyes on the Dork. "Listen, Small Fry," my accent grew serious, "you really need to stop getting scared of every little risk that there is in life and learn how to take chances. Or, in simpler terms, man the hell up and grow a pair."

Brian's face burned in humiliation and he silently dropped his head back down to the floor, slumping his shoulders again. At the same time, Bender pushed the door open and cautiously stuck his head out, examining the hall. After confirming that the coast was clear, he stepped out and motioned for the rest of us to follow him. Claire was the next one to leave, but not without peeking out to make sure that the Principal really was out of sight. Andrew and Brian followed after her, standing side-by-side. And lastly, Allison and I walked out with Roxy sandwiched between the two of us again.

"So, Russian Roulette," Bender said, making it sound completely normal to be walking through Shermer's deserted hallways on a Saturday, "let's get this over with. Where's the Wacko's locker at?"

Allison's face immediately twisted into a glare at the sound of the Criminal calling her a wacko. Her lips parted with a sneer, exposing her vaguely clenched teeth; but other than that, she remained silent and stared darkly ahead.

"Stop calling her a wacko, you shithead." I snarled as I jammed my fists into the pockets of my worn out jeans, battling the urge to punch him. "It's right across the hall from Mr. Tierney's room, so we'll need to pass by the Faculty Lounge and walk down the Science Wing to get there."

As soon as the words 'Faculty Lounge' came out of my mouth, Bender shot his attention over his shoulder and stared directly at me like the other detention goers were no longer there. A bitter scowl was plastered on his face, and I knew exactly why. Back on the platform, he had told me that Dick usually stopped by the Faculty Lounge at this time, which meant that our adventure to Allison's locker would definitely increase our chances of getting busted. But knowing Vernon, he would be too busy flipping through a trashy magazine or badmouthing some of the other staff members to himself to notice us sneak by.

Still glaring, Bender turned back around and made his way around the upcoming corner. The Princess quickly sped up to his side with a mask of curiosity covering her face; but she was still swooshing her scrawny hips with every step she took, no doubt trying to get the Rebel to notice her like he was noticing Roxy. I swear, all her spoiled ass thought about was shopping, makeovers, expensive cars, and sleeping with as many guys as she could.

"How do you know where Vernon went?" Claire asked.

Without sparing her the smallest glance, Bender answered dishonestly, "I don't." He clearly didn't want to inform her and the other detainees about how we were going to pass by where the Principal currently was. The last thing we needed in this situation was any of them objecting.

Claire frowned a little at Bender's inattentive tone. "Well, how do you know when he'll be back?" she asked in another attempt to get him to look at her.

"I don't." Beginning to sound as annoyed as he looked, the Hoodlum turned his head and stared at the Redhead dully. "Being bad feels pretty good, huh?" He sarcastically raised his eyebrows and picked up the pace, leaving Claire to falter a little in disbelief since he didn't show the slightest bit of interest in her.

Brian watched the two of them for a moment before flicking his attention over to Andrew. "What's the point of going to Allison and Bender's lockers?" he asked.

Jockstrap, with a glare still printed across his face, answered without looking at him, "Beats me."

"This is so stupid." I rolled my eyes at the Dweeb's statement, despite how a piece of me actually agreed with him. "Why do you think-" He stopped and revised, semi-frantically gesturing his hands around. "W-why are we risking getting caught?"

"I don't know." Andrew replied, sounding like he was seconds away from wrapping his hands around Brian's neck and choking him.

"So then what are we doing?" the scrawnier teen asked with a shrug.

The Jock's face began to redden, "You ask me one more question and I'm beating the shit out of you."

Roxy glared in the direction of his voice, but said nothing. I, on the other hand, shook my head a little in annoyance and mumbled, "Похоже кто-то был выскакивают слишком много стероидов." under my breath. 'Sounds like someone has been popping too many steroids.'

Brian's voice became meek, despite the fear that was in his eyes, "Sorry..."

After that, everything became silent for about three minutes. The Criminal escorted me and the other detention goers around another corner, still unfazed by the Queen Bee's frisky walk; but just as the seven of us made it to the middle of the next hallway and were about to walk by the wide-open doorway of the Teacher's Lounge, the sound of something being hit filled the air. It was none other than Mr. Vernon, who was currently in the middle of a one-on-one fight with the vending machine. Roxy tightened her grip a little on my shoulder from not expecting the noise, just as Bender slowed down and motioned for the rest of us to stop. As soon as we did, he carefully leaned forward and peeped into the room.

"Oh, come on. I know you're in there." Vernon growled at the machine as he roughly rattled one of the buttons around. "Oh, please ... please don't be..."

The Thug quickly darted across the doorway. When he successfully made it to the other side, he turned back around and signaled for me and the other detainees to follow his example.

Knowing that she was next, the Diva nervously scrunched up her face and peeked in at the Principal.

"Come on! Come on!" Dick barked, growing angrier by the minute. He hit the vending machine a couple of times before continuing to screw around with the buttons. "My moneys good, dammit!"

Claire pursed her lips at his 'improper behavior' and marched across the doorway, looking like she was trying to balance books on top of her head.

It was the Athlete's turn now.

"I got one luxury in this world!" Mr. Vernon bellowed, just as Andrew took off running like Pinocchio across the doorway. "One luxury!"

Roxy rolled her eyes and quietly muttered with scorn dripping from her accent, "Я клянусь, что он единственный кто жалуется больше чем принцесса." 'I swear, he's the only one who complains more than the Princess.'

The Geek was practically hugging the wall, staring anxiously at the Jock, the Snob, and the Delinquent. He slowly inched himself closer to the door until he was close enough to catch the tiniest view of the Principal.

"Come on! Goddammit!" As Dick kicked the vending machine for about the millionth time, Brian sprinted across the door and joined the others. That just left me, the Handicapped, and the Basket Case. Roxy and I had no direct emotion shown on either of our faces, but Allison was still wearing the vicious scowl that Bender had caused when he addressed her as a wacko.

The three of us walked together, taking our time like this was any other school day; but instead of walking across the door, we purposely stopped right in front of it. Andrew and Claire watched with huge eyes, looking like two deer that were caught in headlights. At the same time, slight worry began to form in Bender's eyes as he focused only on Roxy and Brian started to eagerly gesture around with his hands for us to hurry up. Nonetheless, while Roxy continued to casually stare ahead, Allison and I turned our heads and locked our eyes on Vernon.

"Come on!" He slammed his foot against the vending machine yet again and smacked it another three times, causing an amused smirk to curl up on the corners of my mouth. After that, the Principal placed his hands on his hips and sighed, "Please?"

"Damn," I whispered, continuing to watch him with a cunning glow in my eyes, "if he's like that over losing a few dollars and a candy bar, I don't even want to picture what it's like when he's at home and his wife isn't in the mood to sleep with him."

The Recluse flashed me half of a smug grin, just as my sister bit down on her bottom lip and hid her face in my arm to keep herself from chuckling. For a few seconds longer, me and Allison watched Richard as he caught his breath, looking like he was officially about to give up on getting his treat from the vending machine.

"All right," Roxy whispered at last, "let's go before he catches us."

With a small nod, Allison glanced back at the other detention goers, only to have her cold glare return when her eyes met the Hoodlum. She tilted her head a little to the side and approached them like a zombie. Roxy and I were quick to follow her, but not before I got the chance to flick Mr. Vernon off. As soon as the three of us finished crossing the doorway, the shock from the Athlete and the Diva transformed into anger.

"What in the hell was that?" Andrew asked. It was obvious that he was using all of his willpower to keep his voice in a whisper. "You guys could've gotten us caught."

I raised my eyebrows at him and replied smartly, "But we didn't."

"You're nuts." Claire scorned, making it sound like that was the worst insult that someone could ever receive. "All three of you are."

"We're nuts, but we're cool." Roxy snidely retorted as she narrowed her eyes in the direction of the Redhead's voice. "Now, how about we get a move on? I want to get this 'field trip' over with so we can get back to the library."

The Criminal shot her a brief smirk before he signaled for us to continue following him, "You all heard the Russian Queen. Come on, we're almost there."

Claire scowled at my sister for a couple of seconds, but eventually turned away and pursued down the next hall - the Science Wing - with Bender. Brian and Andrew were practically on her heels, but Allison, Roxy, and I continued to simply walk. In the distance, I could've sworn that I heard the vending machine finally release Vernon's candy bar.

By this point, a majority of the walls that weren't occupied by lockers were covered in reminders to 'Sign Up For The Upcoming Science Fair' and 'Vote For Your Prom Queen'. There was also a 'Wet Floor' sign positioned in the middle of the hall, indicating that Carl must've been here recently. When we were about to pass it, the group split to opposite sides of the hall to avoid slipping. Brian, Andrew, Claire, and Bender stuck to the right while Roxy, Allison, and I took the left. Then, after we made it a fair distance away from the 'Wet Floor' sign, the seven of us rejoined. And at last, after making it to the end of the Science Wing, we arrived at the Basket Case's locker.

Partially faded images of remarkably drawn eyes, bandaged hearts, and random scribbles were scrawled across the yellow paint in black ink, making it stand out from the rest of the lockers. There were also two extra locks secured around the actual lock, giving the illusion that more than one combination was needed in order to get it open.

Bender crossed his arms over his chest and examined the locker with impatience flickering in his eyes, "All right, Comrade, make this fast."

I rolled my eyes at his commanding tone, but said nothing back. Allison stepped forward and grabbed the lock, positioning it in her hand so none of the detention goers - except for me - would be able to see her combination. She spun the dial around a few times before entering it: 23, 16, 25. Then, after the lock unfastened and she opened the locker, a sly grin broke widely across my face.

The interior of the door was decorated in a massive collage that was created out of old newspaper clippings and pieces of dully colored photos from magazines. Most of the pictures consisted of popular sights all around the world, as well as insanely thin models that Allison had drawn horns, tails, oversized glasses, and mustaches on. Also, in the back of the locker, dozens of sticky notes were stuck lopsidedly against the wall with quotes like 'Tell someone who gives a shit', 'I hate pink', and 'I'm eating my head' printed on them in somewhat scrawled handwriting. A line of blue and maroon tiki lights were tangled around the hooks and draping down the sides of the locker. And lastly, other than a jar of cat-eye marbles and a few sketchbooks that were surrounded by mostly used art supplies at the bottom, there was the item that I wanted to come here for: my electric guitar.

I reached in, grabbing its neck with one hand and the leather strap with the other. At last, I pulled it out and turned, exposing it more clearly to the rest of the detention goers.

Claire squinted, looking at me like I didn't deserve to be holding such a 'high class' instrument, "A guitar?"

"Gee, Princess." I said with an exaggerated amount of astonishment leaking from my accent. "Nothing gets past you, huh?"

She glared at me, but refused to say anything back.

"Why in the hell do you have a guitar?" Bender questioned. Judging by the look on his face, he wasn't pleased with how I'd convinced him to postpone the trip to his locker for this.

"To play." I bluntly replied as I slipped the leather strap over my head and positioned the black-and-red guitar across my back.

The darkness grew thicker in the Hooligan's eyes and voice, "Let me rephrase that ... why in the hell do you have a guitar here?"

"Okay, is now really the best time to be be playing Twenty Questions?" I demanded, already annoyed with the conversation. "If we're still planning to go to your locker, we better hurry our asses up before Dick realizes that we snuck out."

"He's right." Roxy chimed in from where she was now standing directly beside Allison, their arms interlocking. "We got to go."

At first, Bender showed no desire to forget about getting an explanation from me; but as soon as my sister spoke up, that changed. After carrying on our staring contest for a few more seconds, the darker-haired teen looked away and started walking down the hall, signaling for us to follow him to our next destination: his locker.


It took the seven of us about five minutes to make it to the Criminal's locker. It was impossible to miss, considering it was smothered in graffiti. The upper compartment read 'OPEN THIS LOCKER' with a long, horribly illustrated arrow printed next to it in black marker. It pointed down at the actual locker, where the words 'AND YOU DIE, FAG!' were printed underneath a piece of string that had been fashioned to look like a noose. I wanted to roll my eyes, but during mine and Roxy's first week here, I had drawn a skull and crossbones on my locker, along with the warning, "KEEP OUT, PRICKS!" In fact, I received my first ever detention in this shit hole for that.

My sister remained beside the Recluse while I sandwiched myself between the Jock and the Princess.

Bender fiddled around with his combination lock and opened the locker, only to have a homemade guillotine fall and slice off the top of a ratty red converse. Brian, Claire, and I gaped in disbelief, just as Roxy released a startled gasp at the sound. Although, Andrew seemed more fixated on the huge pile of garbage that Bender had lying around his - untouched - schoolbooks.

"Slob." Sporto sneered as he watched the Delinquent pull out a large and grubby looking bag from the upper compartment of his locker.

"My maid's on vacation." Bender remarked sarcastically.

Everyone watched in dead silence as he reached into the paper bag and pulled out a smaller bag from it. Then, after he shoved the first paper bag back into the top compartment of his locker, he unraveled the new bag and pulled out yet another bag from it. Like the first bag, he stuffed the second one back into his locker before he reached into the newest one. At last, he dug out the item that he wanted: a plastic bag that contained weed. At the sight of it, Allison's mouth fell open and my eyes shot gigantic; but Bender acted perfectly natural and closed both parts of his locker, not bothering to lock it.

"Drugs..." the Brain declared, staring at the Rebel in astonishment as he pocketed the package.

At the sound of that word, Roxy's eyes widened and her jaw practically dropped down to the floor in shock.

"Screw that, Bender," Andrew snarled, "put it back!"

Nonetheless, Bender ignored him and walked off like none of us had seen anything.

"Drugs..." Brian mumbled again. He wiped some nervous beads of sweat away from his forehead and pointed over his shoulder. "The boy has Marijuana..."

Claire flashed him a slight, pitiful smile and walked after Bender without a word.

"That was Marijuana..." Brian repeated, still pointing.

I could've sworn that smoke was seconds away from flooding out of Jockstrap's ears as he nudged past the scrawnier teen, grumbling, "Shut up, dick."

Brian dropped his arm back down to his side and locked his attention on me, Roxy, and Allison. "Do you three approve of this?" he asked after a couple of seconds.

The Basket Case glared, clearly offended from being asked a question like that. At the same time, the Handicapped shook her head, too stunned by the Marijuana to say anything. As for me, I wasn't even looking at Nerd. Instead, I was staring down at the other end of the hall, piercing the Burnout's back with my sharply narrowed eyes. Still, I scoffed at Brian's question and answered it with venom laced around my voice, "Of course not, numskull."

With a small sigh, Brian turned around and walked away.

I crossed my arms over my chest, swearing under my breath in Russian. That bastard was pissed at me for adding time onto this little 'adventure' so I could get my guitar, but yet, he was totally fine with sneaking out of the library and putting us at the risk of getting caught by Mr. Vernon for a stash of weed. I guess that I should've seen something like that coming from John Bender, but that didn't change how irritated I was right now.

Allison and Roxy slowly started to stalk forward, but suddenly stopped. I turned my head and raised an eyebrow at them, confused as to what the hold up was. Then, I found myself letting out a couple of snickers as I watched the Recluse remove Bender's combination lock from his locker and stuff it into her bag.

"Nice work, Klepto." I whispered, which immediately brought a smirk to Allison's face.

She sent me a wink, which I made sure to return before the two of us - including Roxy with her vague grin - hurried to catch up with the other detainees.


"We'll cross through the lab, and then we'll double back." Bender explained as he and Andrew walked side-by-side down the brightly lit corridor.

"You better be right." Sporto growled. The two of them froze in their tracks to look down both ways of the intersection, making sure that the Principal wasn't there. "If Vernon cuts us off, it's your fault, asshole."

They continued their walk down the right hall, only to have the Wimp and the Diva stop in the same place.

"What'd he say?" Brian asked worriedly. Claire rolled her eyes, not seeming to be paying any attention to the scrawnier teen as she walked after Andrew and Bender. "Where are we going?" Brian was quick to follow the Redhead's example.

The Basket Case, the Handicapped, and I stopped next.

Roxy continued to stare directly ahead, where a large red-white-and-blue poster that had the Pledge of Allegiance printed on it was plastered on the wall.

"Are we even going the right way?" she asked, sounding vaguely curious and very annoyed.

Allison cocked an eyebrow at me, as if she was asking the same question.

"I'll get back to you two on that." I replied flatly. "Come on."

The three of us - with me leading the way by a few inches - continued trekking after the dumbasses.


Shortly after I caught up with the rest of the group, I found myself jerking to a stop and muttering, "Holy shit." My eyes felt like they were on the verge of popping out of their sockets when I saw Vernon, who was walking down another hallway with his back in our direction.

Out of reflex, I broke into a run with the Brain, the Athlete, the Princess, and the Criminal - only to come loping back in the direction that we came. The Recluse and the Handicapped were leaning against the bright yellow lockers with their arms still tangled together. Allison was watching the other detainees in what I could only assume was vague amusement, but my sister looked genuinely confused as to what was going on.

"Пора бежать, Rox!" I exclaimed as I bolted past her, but made sure not to go too far without her. 'Time to run, Rox!'

That was all she needed to hear. In less than a second, she was racing by my side and practically dragging Allison along.

The air was knocked out of me a little as I glided across the floor and rammed into Andrew's side when the group noticed Dick striding down another hall. At the same time, Allison and Roxy broke away from each other from both of them not expecting the second stop. The Handicapped had kept running while the Basket Case skidded to a halt; but Brian - who had almost preformed the splits - caught a hold of Roxy's arm and began leading her back down in our previous direction. The Jock, on the other hand, almost made me tumble to the floor as he shoved me out of his way and kept running. I spun around on my heels and quickly followed.

Allison started to fall a little behind, so I grabbed her hand and interlocked our fingers to help her keep up. I could've sworn that I caught a glimpse of her face flushing, but I was sure that it was from the running and focused on Roxy as she stuck between Brian and Andrew.

The group dashed around a corner, only to freeze again. My sister released a muffled "Ooph!" as she bumped into the back of the Rebel's shoulder. There Mr. Vernon was, getting a drink from the water fountain at the opposite end of the hall. With no hesitation, Bender looped one of his arms around Roxy's waist and corrected her path, just as the other detainees - including me - started shoving each other back around the corner. It was the Criminal who now had his arm wrapped around the Handicapped's, the two of them leading the group.

Bender and Andrew started to occasionally look back, either making sure that all of us were still together or that Dick hadn't suddenly appeared out of thin air. I was running between the Recluse and the Queen Bee, still holding Allison's hand and keeping my eyes on my sister.

However, as Bender changed the route to run through a doorway, Roxy kept trying to run ahead and nearly tripped. Their arms broke away for the shortest amount of time before Sporto swooped in and grabbed her. He quickly draped her arm across his shoulders like she was one of his injured wrestling buddies and led her through the wide-open door with the rest of us right on their tails.

"Шаг! Шаг! Шаг!" I called to Roxy as the seven of us dashed down a staircase. 'Step! Step! Step!'

As soon as the Delinquent made it to the bottom, he grabbed Roxy's hand and pulled her away from the Jock.

I swear, if we weren't in such a serious situation at the moment, I would've been strangling the hell out of him and watching the color drain from his face.

"Wait! Wait, hold it!" Bender suddenly called, jerking to a stop with Roxanne. Everyone froze, taking the opportunity to recharge their lungs in the middle of the hall. "We ... we have to go through the cafeteria." The Criminal pointed in the opposite direction.

"No, the Activities Hall!" Andrew practically demanded.

I groaned exasperatedly and rolled my eyes, "Actually, you're both wrong. We need to go through the English Wing and take a right at Mrs. Green's room."

"Hey, you two don't know what you're talking about." Bender sneered.

"No, you don't know what you're talking about!" Jockstrap snapped, fiercely scowling at the Hooligan before he flicked his attention over to me. "And neither do you!"

Allison squeaked loudly, telling us without words to hurry the hell up and make a decision before Vernon showed up. At the same time, Roxy - almost reluctantly - untangled her fingers from around Bender's and clung to my arm.

"Now, we're through listening to you two!" Andrew bellowed. He glanced at Brian and Claire, as if he was selecting them, and then glared back at me and Bender. "We're going this way. You go where you want, mother hens." I sharply narrowed my eyes as I watched him take off in the direction of the Activities Hall with the Geek and the Redhead following almost immediately. The Jock then glanced over his shoulder and called out to the rest of us, "Come on!"

Allison spun around, flicking her cute eyes back and forth from me to the Criminal. She started stomping backwards, growling with every step she took.

"Comrade?" Roxy spoke up, clearly wanting my opinion on what we should do.

I already knew that Wrestle Mania's plan to get back to the library was going to be a disaster, but splitting up would only make things worse. "To hell with it." I growled, right before I - along with Roxy and Allison - started to sprint to catch up with Claire, Andrew, and Brian.

Bender followed us almost instantly, but not before muttering a quick and irritated, "Shit."


After we glided around the corner and managed to catch up with the others, Bender pushed himself through Brian and Andrew and practically shoved Claire into the wall in order to be leading the group again. The seven of us raced down another hallway and through a set of bright orange doors, followed by me chanting "Шаг! Шаг! Шаг!" at Roxy again as we sped down two more flights of stairs. 'Step! Step! Step!' When the Burnout made it to the bottom, he took a quick glance back at my sister to make sure that she was fine before he continued running.

Although, we didn't get far after that. Just as I suspected, shortly after the seven of us started charging down yet another hall, it was revealed that our path was cut off by a stupid iron-gate. With a furious scowl etched across his face, Bender crashed into the gate and pulled on it slightly as Claire, Andrew, and Brian jerked themselves to a stop. As for me, Roxy, and Allison, we stopped running a little further back and worked on catching our breath as we walked the rest of the way. At that moment, I couldn't tell if the Criminal had tugged on the gate to check if it was locked or to prove to the Athlete that his plan had been pointless this whole time.

Andrew gaped at the gate in shock, "Shit!"

"Great idea, jag-off." Bender sneered, holding onto the bars of the gate as he looked down at the floor and regained his breath.

"Fuck you!" Sporto bellowed.

"Fuck you!" the Princess exclaimed as she whirled around and flicked him off quickly. "Why didn't you listen to John or Comrade?"

"I hope you're satisfied with your brilliant plan on going through the Activities Hall, asshole." I growled, scowling at the Jock from where my sister and I were sandwiched between the Nerd and the Basket Case.

"We're dead." Brian informed, as if the rest of us weren't aware of the situation.

Bender released a deep breath and flung his head back, flicking some of his hair out of his face before he spoke, "No ... just me."

I narrowed my eyes at him in confusion, just as Roxy snapped her head in the direction of his voice and looked at him with huge eyes.

"What are you talking about?" Brian asked.

"Get back to the library." The Hoodlum pulled the Marijuana out of his pocket and grabbed the Dork by his shirt, yanking it up just enough to expose the waistline of his pants. Then, Bender actually shoved the drugs down into Brian's underwear, making me crinkle my nose and mumble "Gross" under my breath. "Keep your unit out of it!" Bender warned, right before he spun around on his heels to take off running in the direction that we all just came from. Nonetheless, before he could manage to take his first step, Roxy shot her arm out and surprisingly managed to grab him by his wrist. Her other arm remained connected around mine.

At first, the darker-haired teen looked like he was about to rip his hand away; but after he realized that it was the Handicapped who was holding his wrist, he didn't even try pulling away. I flicked my eyes between the two of them, having a difficult time believing that my sister had willingly stopped him.

"John, what in the hell are you doing?" Roxy asked.

"I'm saving your asses." Bender answered like this wasn't anything new to him. The corner of his mouth twitched a little in amusement as he stared directly into her silver eyes. "What's the matter, Roxanne? Are you scared for me?"

A pale shade of pink that was somewhat noticeable burned across Roxy's cheeks, but that didn't stop her from scoffing, "Don't flatter yourself, Rebellion 101." She tore her hand away from the Criminal's and glared at him slightly, as if she suddenly realized what she was doing.

"Then stop giving me a reason to, Russian Queen." Bender retaliated smartly, which only made my face harden into a death mock stare. Roxy didn't bother to say anything back that time. Her cheeks grew a little pinker, but other than that, nothing. So, Bender focused on the rest of us, no longer amused, "I'll be back soon."

"Oh, please," I said with my voice heavily drenched in sarcasm, "take as much time as you wish."

Bender pierced me with a glare, but didn't retaliate. Instead, he raced down the corridor as fast as his legs could carry him, screaming at the top of his lungs, "I WANNA BE AN AIRBORNE RANGER..."

на самом деле ненавижу эту укола..." I muttered to myself as I watched the Thug charge through the plate glass doors at the other end of the hall. 'I really hate that prick.' After he disappeared around a corner, I switched back to English and locked my attention back on the other detainees. "Well, what in the hell are we just standing here for?" I asked. "Let's get back to the library! John's distraction isn't going to last forever."

"W-which way do we go from here?" Brian inquired.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Roxy and I have only been in Chicago for a few months and I already knew this school like the back of my hand. These idiots, on the other hand, have been here since their Freshman year and they didn't have the slightest clue as to which hallway led where.

"Just follow me." I turned my head and sarcastically raised my eyebrows at Andrew. "That is, unless Sporto has another fantastic shortcut that he would like to share with us."

The Athlete tightened his jaw and scowled harshly at me, his face still beating red, "Just shut up and lead the way!"

Unfazed by his demanding tone, I gestured for the remaining detainees to follow me. Then, without another word, the six of us started legging it down the Math Wing with me and Roxy leading the way.


We took a left at Mr. Rizczech's class and cut through the lobby, passing the school's trophy case and at least ten more posters that advertised reminders about the prom before we made it back to the library. If I had to guess, my leadership got us back within three minutes; but our running didn't stop just yet. As soon as we tore through the doors, the six of us sprinted back to our seats with Brian almost tripping over his own feet in the process.

I made sure to help Roxy get settled before I removed my guitar from where it was still positioned across my back and stashed it underneath our table. Then, with just a split second left to spare, I plopped down in my chair and flung my feet up on top of the table like I hadn't moved a muscle since lunch. At last, Bender came strolling through the doors with his hands cuffed behind his head and a pissed Mr. Vernon following him. The Handicapped stiffened in her chair, causing the Criminal to shoot her a quick, reassuring smirk. Nonetheless, it immediately disappeared from his face when the Principal shoved him in the back, making him stumble forward and almost hit into the railing.

"Get your stuff, let's go." Dick sneered, unable to see how Bender had rolled his eyes as he took his time to approach his table. While waiting, the Principal pointed at the Crook and began speaking to me and the rest of the detainees. "Mr. Wise Guy here's taken it upon himself to go to the gymnasium. I'm sorry to inform you, you're going to be without his services for the rest of the day."

From the corner of my eye, I could've sworn that I saw Roxy's shoulders sag a little at Vernon's final sentence. What in the world was going on with her?

Bender pulled his trench coat out of his seat and lazily tossed it onto his table before he sat down, acting like he wasn't going anywhere, "B-O-O-H-O-O."

Vernon scowled impatiently at the Rebel, "Everything's a big joke, huh, Bender? The false alarm you pulled Friday - false alarms are really funny, aren't they?"

Claire's and Roxy's eyes widened a little, making it obvious that they were shocked to find out that Bender was the one who was behind that fake fire drill.

Bender, on the other hand, watched in a mixture of boredom and slight amusement as the Principal continued.

"What if your home-" Vernon cut himself off and revised, "what if your family-"

Another pause interrupted the older man, and the look on his face gave it away that he was desperately trying to think of something that the Criminal would actually give a shit about.

"What if your dope was on fire?" Dick eventually asked.

"Impossible, sir." Bender replied almost instantly, still looking bored. Although, his voice was serious. "It's in Johnson's underwear."

In less than a second, the Brain's eyes became huge and he nervously gaped in the Principal's direction. At the same time, the Jock released a couple of chuckles, which immediately caused Mr. Vermin to snap his attention over to him.

"You think he's funny?" he asked, glaring sharply at Sporto. "You think this is cute? You think he's bitchin', is that it?"

Andrew looked down to avoid making eye contact and shrugged, but Vernon refused to let him off the hook yet.

"Let me tell you something ... look at him." He gestured to Bender, who had just picked up his aviators and slipped them into the pocket of his flannel. "He's a bum. You want to see something funny? You go visit John Bender in five years! You'll see how goddamn funny he is!"

Bender's eyes expanded a little and he swallowed thickly, just as Roxy pressed her lips together and looked down at her lap - almost like she was preventing herself from speaking up. Was she...

I almost scoffed, rolling my eyes at my own thought as I shook my head slightly. There was no way in hell that my sister was falling for John Bender. That was just impossible. If I had to guess, she was just uncomfortable by Vernon's icy presence.

Dick started to approach the Crook's table, causing the other detention goers to shift around in their chairs so they could keep watching. "What's the matter, John?" Vernon asked as he bent down beside Bender's seat, clearly mocking him, "You gonna cry?"

Bender rolled his eyes and looked away without a word, unaware of the vague sympathy that was shining in Allison's eyes.

"Let's go." The Principal grabbed the Delinquent by his forearm, only to have it roughly ripped away from him.

"Hey, keep your fuckin' hands off me!" Bender snapped, causing me and my sister to flinch a little. He abruptly shot up from his chair with his trench coat, staring viciously into Vernon's eyes. "I expect better manners from you, Dick!"

He slid through the gap that was formed between the edge of his table and the Principal, leaving his scarf behind on mine and Roxy's table. Then, as he approached the front of the room, he stopped beside the Athlete's seat and pulled his aviators back out.

"For better hallway vision." Bender noted as he placed them beside Andrew and gave his shoulder a smack.

Brian eyed his crotch a couple of times, but forced himself to keep watching as the Rebel caused more havoc by shoving the phone, some paper trays, and the printer off from the librarian's desk. The Handicapped couldn't help but wince from the loud noises, but I was too busy gaping in disbelief with the Basket Case to jump. Sure, I loved seeing the Principal get his underwear in a knot - but Bender was already in a dangerous amount of trouble and he didn't seem to give a damn by this point. Even I knew when to cut back on getting physical.

Finally, Bender slammed the door in Mr. Vernon's face; but Dick quickly pushed it back open and followed him out of the library.

Brian hung his head, but I couldn't tell if it was from discouragement since he was still in possession of the Marijuana or from relief since he wasn't caught. At the same time, Roxy sunk back against her chair and looked up at the ceiling as she released a deep breath. Andrew slowly picked up the Criminal's aviators and studied them, while Claire and Allison continued to stare at the door in utter shock.

"Well..." I smacked my lips a little and picked up the top half of my broken pencil, thinking about everything that just happened, "...shit."


A/N: That's another completed chapter! I hope you all enjoyed it! :D :D

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There are actually a few extra fun facts about this chapter:

1) The whole scene in which the characters are sneaking past the door of the Faculty Lounge with Vernon yelling at the vending machine inside was cut from the film to save time. It's an actual deleted scene.

2) I made Allison's locker combination - 23, 16, 25 - to be a reference as to how old the cast was while filming the movie. Ally Sheedy (Allison) was 23, Anthony Michael Hall and Molly Ringwald (Brian and Claire) were 16, and Judd Nelson (Bender) was 25.

3) In Allison's locker, the sticky note that reads "I'm eating my head" is a reference to the beginning of the movie, in which you can see the same quote scratched onto what looked like a staircase railing.

4) Comrade mentions a classroom that belongs to a teacher named 'Mr. Rizczech' while running back to the library. I added this as a reference to John Hughes other film, "Sixteen Candles".

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