"What's your name?" Red asked, turning to face me.

Well, well, well. The boredom finally got the best of her. "What's yours?" I walked around and leaned over the front of her desk. I was probably the only kid in the school who didn't know her name judging by her expression of shock.

Queenie quickly reigned in all traces of emotion and returned to being stony faced."Claire."

"Claire?" It was exactly the sort of name I would picture her having.

"It's a family name."

Even more of a cliche.

John popped up from behind me and slung his arm around my shoulder. "No. It's a fat girl's name."

She really tried to not look offended. "Well thank you."

"You're welcome."

Claire paused for a second. Wow, she might actually let that comment go. I'm impressed.

"I'm not fat!"

Or not. She really should have just left it, but now she's given the opportunity to push more of her buttons.

"Well not at present but I could see you really pushing maximum density." John started. "You see, I'm not sure if you know this, but there are two kinds of fat people. There's fat people that were born to be fat, and then there's fat people that were once thin but they became fat, so when you look at them you can sorta see that thin person inside." He spoke as if explaining it to a small child, which really pissed her off.

I decided against my better judgement to go one step further. "You see, you're gonna get married, you're gonna squeeze out a few puppies and then..." I mimed becoming fat.

Red glared and flipped us the bird.

I put my hand over my mouth in mock surprise. "Obscene finger gestures from such a pristine girl." I felt a little bad about bullying her, then I remembered, she does this to everyone else, every single day. Once again, my devil's advocate seemed to have beaten my underdeveloped conscious. I blame foster care.

"I'm not that pristine!"

Bad move, Red. We all know you are, and now you're never gonna hear the end of it.

I saw John smirk out of the corner of my eye as he leaned over the desk. "Are you a virgin? I'll bet you a million dollars that you are. Let's end the suspense. Is it gonna be... a white wedding?"

"Why don't you just shut up?" She suggested

"Have you ever kissed a boy on the mouth?" He further pressed. "Have you ever been felt up? Over the bra, under the blouse, shoes off, hoping to God your parents don't walk in?"

He had gone to far, and it was easy to see he had gotten under her skin. "Do you want me to puke?" She asked quietly, attempting to seem unaffected.

He was about to go on, but I intervened. I lightly grabbed his shoulder and guided him against the opposite desk and placed my hand on his chest, getting close. "What about you?" I asked quietly. "Shirt unbuttoned, hands all over you, jeans in the front seat, in an empty lot after the movies?" He visibly swallowed and he blushed a bit. It was nice to know I totally threw him off.

The argument was over and Claire was left with some dignity, unfortunately Jockstrap just couldn't help his impulse to get in on the action. "Why don't the both of you dumbasses shut up and quit tag teaming on everyone."

I swear to God, that dude wants a fight.

Predictably, John took offence. "You gonna make me?"

"Yeah."

He jumped the desk and crossed over to the jock. "You and how many of your friends?"

"Just me, just you and me. Two hits. Me hitting you, you hitting the floor! Anytime you're ready, pal!"

I tried to defuse the tension. "That's your best line so far! I knew you could do better than 'buttface'." Despite the fact that the current situation could turn ugly fast, I had to give Sporto props. If anything they were closer to a fight. Mission Divert Brawl, equals failure. Shit.

John laughed, then went in like he meant to hit him. It took about three seconds for the shorter, but far brawnier boy to have him in a wrestling hold with his face smashed against the nasty, library carpet. That shit probably only gets cleaned twice a year, gross. "I don't wanna get into this with you man." Trying to sound tough while your face is being ground into the floor just doesn't work.

I rolled my eyes. "John, now would be a good time to close your trap."

Jockey gets up. "Why not?"

John peels himself off the ground with as much dignity as he could muster, turning out to be a good deal more than I thought. "'Cause I'd kill you." He began to walk backwards. "It's real simple. I'd kill you and your fucking parents would sue me and it would be a big mess and I don't care enough about you to bother."

"Chicken shit." He scoffed.

He pulled out a switchblade and opened it. The room got quiet, and for a minute I really thought he was gonna do something. Then he stabbed it into the chair next to the real quiet girl.

The sport turned around and pointed at the both of us. "Let's end this right now. You two don't talk to her! You don't look at her! And you don't even think about her! You understand me?"

He shrugged. "We're trying to help her."

A/N Hello to anybody who's still reading this. Sorry I haven't updated in like, forever. I'm honestly really not sure why I didn't, so yeah, if anyone's reading this I'll update probably like every week or two.

Oh! And another thing I was wondering, I have a Sirius Black fanfiction, and if anyone would be interested in reading it I can put it on here. So, if you're, like interested, then just tell me and I'll do that.

Peace out!