The chair he was using to prop the door would never work. Any one who wasn't an idiot could see that. John spoke up. "The door is way to heavy, sir."
Dick ignored him and attempted to shut the door. the flimsy folding chair flew into the hall, accompanied with a slew of swears from Vernon. Just shows how intelligent the people in charge are. Nice.
He reenters the library looking pissed. " Andrew Clark!" He points at the jock. "Get up here. Come on, front and center, let's go."
"Hey, how come Andrew gets to get up? If he gets up, we'll all get up, it'll be anarchy!" John yells as Sporto helps lift the magazine rack into the doorway, successfully propping the door. I smirked at his comment. "It's out of my hands."
The rack now blocks the entire door, and Andrew clumsily stumbles over the rack, destroying magazines along the way.
"That's very clever sir, but what if there's a fire? I think violating fire codes and endangering the lives of children would be unwise at this juncture in your career, sir."
I inwardly smile, knowing he's already won this battle.
Vernon ponders Bender's point for a moment, then turns to Andrew. "Alright, what are you doing with this? Get this outta here for God's sake! What's the matter with you? Come on!"
What a prick! He doesn't even take the blame for his own mistakes!
Johnson made the mistake of choosing this moment to try to be helpful in his own oblivious way. "You know the school comes equipped with fire exits at either end of the library." He said, gesturing to them.
"Show Dick some respect!" I glared, effectively shutting him up.
They remove the magazines and Dick pushes Andrew back to his seat. "I expected a little more from a varsity letterman." He says, disgusted like it wasn't his idea in the first place.
"Excuse me, sir, but Andrew hasn't done anything." Everyone turned to look at me. Curse my big, fucking mouth.
Vernon's wrath was now focused on me. Crap. "You're not fooling anybody, Alvarez! The next screw that falls out is gonna be you! The same goes for you, Bender!" He yelled, pointing at us.
I opened my mouth to snap back, but John beat me to the punch. "Eat my shorts." He mumbled.
"What did you say?" Dick asks, coming over to stand in front of our desk.
Oh shit.
John glares up at him and crosses his arms. "Eat. My. Shorts."
"You just bought yourself another Saturday, mister!" Vernon was livid.
"I'm crushed." Sarcasm dripped from his words.
"You just bought one more right there!"
"Well, I'm free the Saturday after that. Beyond that, I'm gonna have to check my calendar!"
"Good! 'Cause it's gonna be filled, we'll keep going! You want another one? Say the word, just say the word! Instead of going to prison, you'll come here!" Bender glare at him, weighing his options. " Are you through?"
"No!"
"I'm doing society a favor!" Dick yelled.
"So?"
"That's another one, right now! I've got you for the rest of your natural born life if you don't watch your step! You want another one?"
"Yes!"
"You got it! You got another one, right there! That's another one pal!"
I could see neither of them were apt to stop anytime soon and I began to fear Bender really would be here until the end of time. "Cut it out!" I mouthed for him to stop.
they both ignored me. "You through?"
"Not even close, bud!" Bender said, full of malice.
"Good! you got one more, right there!"
"Do you really think I give a shit?"
"Another!" There was a pause in their banter, as John realized just how deep of shit he was in. "You through?"
"How many is that?" He asked.
Leave it to the nerd to have kept count. "That's seven including the one when we first came in and you asked Mr. Vernon here whether Barry Manilow knew that he raided his closet."
Dick pointed to John. "Now it's eight!" He turned to Johnson. "You stay out of it!"
The poor kid really didn't know when to keep his mouth shut. "Excuse me, sir, it's seven."
"Shut up, Peewee!" He returned focus to John. "You're mine Bender. For two months I gotcha. I gotcha!"
"What can I say? I'm thrilled."
"Oh, I'm sure that's exactly what you want these people to believe. You know something, Bender? You ought to spend a little more time trying to do something with yourself and a little less time trying to impress people. You might be better off."
That was so unfair! How can a teacher say that? My blood boiled. I moved to get up, but John grabbed my hand and gave a squeeze, silently asking me to leave it. He continued holding my hand, not that I minded. A glimmer of hope ignited. Maybe he likes me back? No. Don't be crazy.
"Alright, that's it! I'm going to be right outside those doors. The next time I have to come in here, I'm cracking skulls!"
Bender mouthed the last part along with him.
Vernon left, giving us his signature horns/rock and roll sign. The door slammed behind him.
"FUCK YOU!" Screamed John.
Ditto to that sentiment.