Aleksandra

Bender had me sit on his lap; Brian sat in front of us; and Claire sat on the right. Brian had on Bender's sunglasses, trying to act cool for Claire. John lit a smoke for all four of us, well five. Andy took one and then dissapeared into the Foreign Language lab. I had motioned Alison to follow but she just glared at me, like it was the most vile idea in the word. I looked to Brian, he was fixing the sunglasses to look cool but he only ended up snickering causing us all to laugh. John did this cool little trick where he lit a match with his teeth. He smirked at me before lighting Claire's cig. She took a breath causing us to laugh when she began coughing at the smoke. I took a long drag and blew the smoke at Brian causing him to be a moron and try to catch both the smoke I blew at him and the smoke that escaped his own lips. I began laughing at him, followed by Claire and Bender. Then Brian deciding to be cool said, "Chicks can not hold their smokes, thats what it is."

I felt John chucking underneath me and I rolled my eyes. "Brian you can't even hold your zmoke." I said. "Itz not ze chickz." John smirked and he wrapped one arm around my waist. Brian pushed down the sunglasses and gave me a look causing me to kick him in the leg.

"Do you know how popular I am?" Claire asked us. "I am so popular, everybody loves me so much at this school."

Brian motioned her over and she moved next to him. He then planted one on her, they pulled back and we were all silent. Till I started giggling uncontrollably. My giggling got so bad I fell off Bender's lap onto the floor where I just kept giggling. God, this shit gives me the giggles every time. Claire then joined me on the floor, the both of us giggling out of control. I looked up and saw Bender giving Brian a high five, only to push him over his legs flying into the air. This cause Claire and myself to giggle even harder, so hard that we were crying.

The subtle rock music that had been playing in the Foreign Language lab grew louder as Andy stopped outside taking a long drag of his cig. A large smile grew on his face and he trew away the cig before unzippering his hoodie. He then did a cartwheel, the hoodie began to fall off his arms so he threw it off the balcony. He then went around dancing crazily to the music doing summersaults and hitting the flags. He jumped onto the bench in front of the large clock and took off his sweater throwing it down to us. Claire sat besides Brian as he whistled up at Andy and Bender pulled me back into his lap. Andy then continued going around, jumping over bookshelves and making himself seam like 'King of the Library'. He kept going still jumping off the walls and dancing crazily as he came back to the Foreign Language lab. Andy went inside the still smoke filled room and slammed the door shut before releasing a loud animalistic yell that shattered the glass. I looked to Alison, where she just watched Andy. Well, I guess that confirms my earlier thoughts; she does like Andy.

Andy

The high we were on was wearing down. I sat with Brian laughing about what his parents had planned on naming him. Aleksandra was walking around holding a clipboarded piece of paper where she kept writing something down humming to herself. Bender and Claire were somewhere else looking through each other's things last I heard. And Alison ... I don't know where she was or what she was doing. "No, no way man," I laughed. Brian just told me his parents wanted to name him ... Marian. "You got a middle name?"

"Ya, guess," Brian said.

"Your middle name is Ralph!" We turned to see Alison standing by that stupid statue clutching her bag. "As in puke." She walked towards us. "Your birthday is March 12, Your 5' 9 and a half, you weight a hundred and thirty pounds. And your social security number is 0-4-9-3-8-0-9-1-" she sat down besides Brian before saying "3." She held a triumphant smirk on her face.

"Wow," I said. "Are you psychic?"

"No," she said simply.

"Well then would you mind telling me how you know all this about me?" Brian asked as interested as I am to figure out how she knew.

Alison smirked. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a wallet. "I stole you wallet," she said with a triumphant smile.

"Give it to me," Brian said.

"No," she was still smirking.

"Give it." She pouted a little before tossing it to him. "This is great! You are a thief too, huh?" Brian growled.

"No," she said offended. I leaned back watching them, well mainly her. "I'm not a theif."

"Multi-talented," Brian said checking his wallet.

"What's there to steal?" she asked watching him. "Two bucks and a beaver shot."

This sparked my interest. "A what?"

"He has a nuddie picture in there I saw it, it's perverted." Alison said.

I smiled. "Alright, let's see it."

Claire

I was looking through John's wallet at all the pictures of girls he had while he ... ugh gross! He was brushing his teeth with my eyebrow brush. "Are all these your girlfriends?" I asked him glancing to Aleksandra to make sure she wasn't listening before I asked. I knew she and John had a thing, we all knew. It was kind of obvious.

"Some of them," he said placing the brush down to find something else to amuse him, though I think only Alex can do that.

"What about the others?" I asked. Though I wasn't friends with Alex I didn't want to see John of all people hurt her. She seamed almost screwed up as Alison, if not more so.

"Well," he said picking up my perfume, "Some I consider my girlfriends and some I just consider." He sprayed the perfume and smelt it wrinkling his nose at the smell.

"Consider what?" I asked.

"Consider whether or not I want to hang out with them." John seamed to be getting a little agitated with the subject.

"You don't believe in just one guy one girl?" I asked.

John stiffened before asking, "Do you?"

I nodded. "Ya, it's the way it should be."

"Well not for me," he said. I could tell he was just trying to be tough, because when I asked 'why not' he got defensive and growled. "Why do you got so much shit in your purse?!"

"How come you have so many girlfriends?" I pushed.

"I asked you first," he said.

I shrugged. "I don't know, I guess I never throw anything away."

"Well, neither do I," he said.

"Oh," I said rolling my eyes.

He glared at me. "'Oh' what?"

I leaned towards him. "Shouldn't you really start to," I gestured to Alex who was walking around humming to herself as she wrote something down, "for her."

John pulled back. "Why the hell do you care?" he growled.

I shrugged. "I don't really, but you do, and she does." He turned away. "John don't think none of us can see it. If it were anyone else that had done what you had done to her earlier she'd still be huddling in a corner and you know it. You wouldn't have sent her back if she was anyone else. You wouldn't have given yourself so many Saturdays if she meant as little as these girls do." I waved around the pictures.

"Claire, just shut the hell up," John growled knowing that I was right. He had fallen for the gray-eyed German girl, and his anger and silence proved that. Now he just has to admit it.

Andy

Alison still sat with us as I went over Brian's fake ID. "This is the worst fake ID I've ever seen," I told him. "You realize you made yourself 68?"

Brian chucked, "Oh. I know, I know. I goofed it."

"What do you need a fake ID for?" I asked him.

Brian rolled his eyes and said like it was the obvious reason in the world, "So I can vote."

Okay then. I went back to find more mistakes in it when Alison said suddenly, "You wanna see what's inside my bag?"

"No," Brian and I said together.

Alison got this defensive look on her face and dumped her bag out in the space between herself and Brian. Random odds and ends fell from her bag, like clothes and girly things.

"Do you always carry this much shit in your bag?" Brian asked.

"Ya," she said. "I always carry this much shit in my bag." She paused. "You never know when you may need to jam."

Brian then turned to her and asked, sort of insensativly, "Are you going to be like a shopping bag lady? You know, like sit in alleyways and like talk to buildings and wear men's shoes, that kind of thing."

"I'll do what I have to do," she said.

"Well, why do you have to do anything?" he asked.

"My home life," she said slowly, "is unsatisfying."

Brian gave her a look. "So, your saying you'll subject yourself to the violet dangers of these Chicago streets because your home life is unsatisfying?"

Alison tried not to show it, but she looked like she was about to burst into tears. "I don't have to run away and live on the street. I can run away and I could go to the ocean. I can go to the country. I can go to the mountains. Israel, Africa, Afghanistan."

"What about Alex?" I asked.

"What?" Alison asked surprised I said something to her.

"What about Alex? I mean you live next door to her, your her friend, what about her?" I pushed.

Alison gave sort of a glare. "She'd come with me. I'm not going to leave her there alone with him." She spat the words 'alone' and 'him' like they were poison on her tongue. I guess she knew about what Alex's father did to her then, it's understandable that Alex would tell someone that was so close to her. That meant that Carl probably knew too, but Brian clearly didn't. I can only wonder why she didn't tell him. There was silence before she started to just shake her head. "Never mind, forget it, every thing's cool." She began to put her things away.

I leaned forward. "What's the deal?"

"No," she kept shaking her head putting away her things. "There's no deal Sporto. Forget it, leave me alone."

"Wait a minute," I said. "Now you're carrying all that crap abound in your purse. Either you really wanna run away or you want people to think you wanna run away."

I must have struck a cord because she growled, "Eat shit," out at me before getting up and walking away. And for some reason that stung, a lot, to be told that by Alison. I don't think I would have bothered me as much had it been anyone else but her.

"The girl is an island in herself," Brian said giving her things a little push away from him.

I tossed his wallet at him and followed her. She was leaning over a bookcase, it made me feel terrible to see her like that, because I knew I was the one to cause it. She looked up and glared at me when I came to her. I leaned on the side of the bookcase and said, "Hey," looking everywhere but at her. I don't know why I felt so terrible to see her like that and it was sort of freaking me out. "You wanna talk?" I asked her finally looking at her.

"No," she said.

"Why not?"

Alison was silent for a long moment before saying, "Go away."

"Where do you want me to go?" I asked her.

"Go away!" she growled. I stared at her for a long moment before pushing off the bookcase and turning away from her. I didn't want to, but she wanted me to so I was going to do it. "You have problems," she said causing me to turn.

"Oh, I have problems?" I asked suddenly angry.

"You do everything everybody tells you to do, that's your problem!" she growled angrily. She looked almost ready to burst into tears.

"Okay fine," I said. "But I didn't dump my purse out onto the couch and invite people into my problems." I walked towards her. "Did I?" She remained silent giving me the chance to ask, "So what's wrong?" She looked ready to say something, but couldn't form the words. "What is it?" Still nothing causing me to think the worst. "Is it bad? Real bad?" Nothing. "Parents?" I supplied. She didn't say anything so I leaned against the bookcase waiting for her to answer.

Then, finally I looked to her, seeing her eyes red and puffy almost flowing over in tears. "Ya," she whispered.

I nodded. I understood. My parents pushed me and drove me to do things that I didn't want to do. "What'd they do to you?" I asked.

"They ignore me," she said.

"Ya," I said nodded. I got what she meant, if only my parents did that.