Sporto was becoming annoyed. "Look, you guys keep up your talking and Vernon's gonna come right in here.I got a meet this Saturday and I'm not gonna miss it on account of you boneheads."

Wow, I swear he wants someone to take the mickey out of him.

Bender was happy to oblige. "Oh and wouldn't that be a bite." He moaned in mock agony. "Missing a whole wresting meet."

"Well you wouldn't know anything about it, faggot! You never competed in your whole life!"

"Yo! I thought we were gonna watch the fucking mouth dickwad!"

He's really pissed now. "Shut it! Neither of you have ever had to go to a meet!"

"Oh, I know.I feel all empty inside because of it. I have such a deep admiration for guys that roll around on the floor with other guys!" Bender says, voice coated in sarcasm.

The jock looked away in disgust. "Ahhh. You'd never miss it. You don't have any goals."

John was determined to really press this guy's buttons. "Oh, but I do!"

"Yeah?" He raises his eyebrows, surprised.

"I wanna be just-like-you!" He pointed at the sport with each word for emphasis. "I figure all I need's a lobotomy and some tights!"

I snickered at this. "Got that right." My stomach is filled with a butterflies when John returns his arm to my shoulders and gives them a squeeze. Stupid butterflies! He doesn't like you!

The nerd perks up with interest. "You wear tights?"

Sporto did not appreciate this. "No I don't wear tights, I wear the required uniform."

"Tights." The nerd and I say at the same time, affirming Johnson's previous statement.

"Shut up!" He snaps defensively.

There's is a clattering in the hallway announcing the return of Dick. John jumps down from the railing and pulls me back into our previous seats. I clasp my hands in my lap and sit straight. We soon see Vernon cross into his office.

"Woo!" John laughs, jumping up and heading for the front of the room. I watched him, wondering what exactly he was planning.

The nerd seemed to get nervous and worry about whatever Bender might be intending to do. "You know there's not s'posed to be any monkey business!"

"Have you finished your paper?" He asked, mimicking Dick while pointing at Johnson. He starts fiddling with the door mechanism.

the populars turn to each other. "What's he gonna do?" Asks Red.

"Drop dead I hope."

"God Sporto, it truly saddens me that's the best you can come up with. It's just pitiful. I mean I'm getting secondhand embarrassment just being near you."

Just then the door slams shut with a bang, sending John scrambling back to his seat next to me. "Keep this safe for me, Sweets." He shoves a screw into my hands.

I quickly shove the incriminating object in the only place I can think of that won't be searched, my bra.

Bender raises his eyebrows in surprise, making me blush.

Everyone has recovered from their shock and began yelling. I heard Dick swearing and coming to yell at us for closing the door. "Everyone just shut up!" I yelled.

Vernon stormed through the newly closed door, fit to be tied. "Why is that door closed?!"

No one says a word.

"How're we s'posed to know? We're not s'posed to move, right?" John pipes up.

He turns to the princess. "Why?!" he demands.

Oh shit. She'll rat on us and we're so busted. I braced myself for the inevitable

"We were just sitting here, like we were s'posed to." She lied.

Color me impressed.

He spins to our table. "Who closed that door?"

"I think a screw fell out of it."

"It just closed sir." We answer.

Dick focuses his attention on the girl in the back. Honestly I had forgotten she was even here. "Who?"

She squeaked and slammed her head against the desk. It sounded awfully painful.

"She doesn't talk, sir." I said and instantly regretted drawing attention to myself.

"Give me that screw Alvarez!" He yells pointing at me.

I admit I was a bit surprised, despite having the screw. "Why do you think I have it? What have I done to you?"

"I know it was you who closed that door! You've been nothing but trouble since you came to this school!" He was pointing at me and yelling at this point and I was feeling a bit wrongly prosecuted.

I jumped up. "I've only been here a week! You don't know me! You never even tried!" I had pretty much lost my cool by now.

"You have two more Saturdays for talking back! Now give me that screw before I have to yank you out of that seat and shake it out of you!" He bellowed, pointing at me accusingly.

I took a deep breath and sat down. Calm down. Don't let him win by losing your shit. I can do more damage with a clear head. I took a few seconds before responding to reign in my temper. "Sir, I believe that would be abuse. If you value your job, it's not a wise option."

He clenched his fists and was on the borderline of growling. "Give it to me Alvarez."

"That would be sexual abuse, and that's even worse."

"That's another Saturday! Now give me the screw." Vernon said through clenched teeth.

Queenie spoke up. "Excuse me, sir, why would anybody want to steal a screw?"

I shot her a grateful look.

He turned to her. "Watch it young lady." He goes to the door and begins to attempt to prop it open.