I'm back! Thank you for the sudden burst of followers and the one review that requested for her to end up with Bender, I am stuck between Bender and Brian. Tell me what you think!

"What was that?" Vernon growled and Bender paused before looking the teacher dead in the eyes, "Eat. My. Shorts" He enunciated each word loudly and Vasya couldn't help covering her mouth. She had never heard someone even dare to say something like that to a teacher, at least not to their face. "You just bought yourself another Saturday mister." Vernon snapped, and Bender rolled his eyes. "Oh Christ…" He muttered.

"You just one more right there!" Vernon bellowed and John took his feet off the table, "Well I'm free the Saturday after that to, but beyond that I'll have to check my calendar!" he challenged. "Good! Cause it's gonna be filled!" Vernon snapped and John paused wondering how far he should go. Vasya was making a cut sign across her throat behind Vernon, telling him to knock it off. "You want another one? Go ahead say the word, Instead of going to Prison you'll come here!" Vernon went on and Bender looked back up at him, "Are you through?" Vernon asked.

"No!" John replied, stiffened a little in his seat.

"I'm doing society a favor!" Vernon scoffed, "So!?" John retorted

"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?" Vernon's voice raised and Vasya shook her head violently, but Bender ignored her, "Yes." Vasya throw her face into her hands irately.

"You got it! You got another one, right there! That's another one pal!" Vernon bellowed and finally Vasya couldn't take it anymore. "Stop It!" her voice cracked and Bender stared at her as she mouthed the word "Stop" at him. "You through?" Vernon asked.

"Not. Even. Close. Bud" John glared at him, "Good! You got one more right there." Vernon tagged on another detention.

"Do you really think I give a shit?" John hissed at him, only getting another detention stack on him, "you through?" Vernon asked once more, "How many is that?" John asked.

"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." Brian informed him, Vasya Glared at him. "That's eight" Vernon added and pointed at Brian, "You stay out of this."

Brian held up seven fingers, "excuse me sir that's seven." Vasya growled and crumpled up her paper and tossed it at Brian's head, causing him to turn and she made a cutting motion across her neck, telling him to knock it off. "You're mine Bender." Vernon walked to the front of the room, "for two months I've got you." He held up two fingers like he did with the Bull analogy, "I've got you"

John flipped his long-ish hair, "What can I say, I'm thrilled." Vernon rolled his eyes, "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." He turned to the rest of them, "Alright, that's it! I'm going to be right outside those doors. The next time I hafta come in here...I'm cracking skulls!"

John mimicked the last part, and as soon as Vernon left, slamming the door behind him Bender yelled after him at the top of his lungs, "FUCK YOU!" The sound of the slammed doors and the voice echoed and soon the room fell back into silence.

After a long silence Vasya couldn't help but smiled and giggled a little at her own thoughts, causing Bender to glare at her heatedly, "What are you giggle about Ruski?" he snapped and she covered her mouth.

"I'm sorry It's just…" she giggled again, "I've just discovered I respect a well-cooked Soufflé more than I respect that man." Bender let his face crack into a small grin and he swung his feet back up onto the table top.

They sat in silence before Clare and Andy chuckled at the statement as well, the tension eased a bit and soon they were left to themselves. The clock read a quarter to eight and Vasya stared at her sheet music, no closer to any progress than before. After a while she pulled her Viola bow and ran the wax block up and down the horse hairs. Clare simply stared off into space, Andy fiddled with his sweatshirt strings and Vasya couldn't tell want anyone else was doing, but she smelt smoke and assumed it was Bender, she put away the bow and practiced her hand and arm movements in midair, pretending to work an invisible Viola in her arms.

Vasya looked around and wished she had sat someone so she could at least have some sort of conversation, even a silent one. She glanced at Bender and found him playing the air guitar. He caught her glance and jerked his over, she looked around and pointed at herself and mouthed "Me?" He rolled his eyes and nodded mouthing back, "Yea, you." She looked around and slipped her satchel over her shoulder, and darted as quickly as she could across the room.

Andy and Brian glanced at her with little interest as Bender moved his feet so she could sit. "Hey." She whispered. "Thanks." She sat by him. "That was incredible what you did back there." She began before he cut her off. "Oh really?" He grinned and she nodded, "Yes, Incredibly stupid." She finished disapprovingly.

He frowned, "And here I was about start a conversation…" he hummed and she rolled her eyes and sighed, "I think I would rather sleep, five hours in bed does not a good night's sleep make." Bender nodded and popped his back, "Night Ruski." He muttered as she tucked her olive face into her folded arms and let her black hair flood out, covering the rest of her head.

Two minutes later she was out like a light.

Vernon looked out over the group and glared, "Wake up!" he barked, getting not movement. He sighed and crossed his arms, "Who has to use the lavatory?" all hands shot into the hair, with heads staying down.

(Later)

Vasya Sat on the table she and Bender started to share and hung upside down over the edge, letting the blood rush to her head and her hair hang like a curtain, she always thought better in this position. Bender himself sat on the counter, tearing paged out of a library book. Andy, stretching on the railing looked up and rolled his eyes, "That's real intelligent." He deadpanned.

"You're right"

Riiiip

"It's wrong to destroy literature. "

Riiiip

"and…" He looked at the cover, "Molet really pumps my nads"

"Molyar" Clare corrected dreamily. Bender stared at her until Brian cut in, "I love his work" Bender chucked the rest of the book at him and grabbed the card catalog, disorganizing the order. "Big deal, nothing to do when you're locked in a vacancy "

"Speak for yourself." Andy said and Bender looked at him, "You think I'd speak for you? I don't even know your language." He glanced at Vasya who still had her eyes closed and was still hanging upside down, her mid riff showing slightly in the gap between her white sweater and her grey slacks. Her green headband having slipped off her head and rested in a bundle on the floor.

"Hey, what's she doin?" He pointed at her. Clare glanced and shrugged, she had witnessed this ritual before when Vasya had come over to her house to work on a school project, "I'm not sure, Helps her Think maybe. "

Andy looked at Clare, "You grounded tonight?" Clare shrugged once more, "I don't know, my mom said I am but my dad says just to blow her off." Andy nodded, "Big party at Stubbie's tonight, parents are in Europe, should be pretty wild."

Clare looked less than interested, "Yea?" she said plainly, "Yea, can you go?" Clare frowned "I doubt it."

"Why?"

"Well 'cause if I do what my mother tells me not to do, it's because my father says it's okay." Clare explained "There's like this whole big monster deal, it's endless and it's a total drag." She rolled her eyes and motioned with her hands dramatically "It's like any minute... divorce"

"Who do you like better?" Bender asked suddenly, "What?" Clare looked at him. "You like your old man better than your mom?" He elaborated. "They're both strict." Clare shrugged and Vasya finally opened her eyes, 'Oh please' she thought, Clare wouldn't know strict if it hit her in the back of the head, "He means If they did split out, who would you choose to live with, you're mother or your father?" She said suddenly and grunted as she lifted herself up fully on the table and turned around so her legs hung over the edge.

"I don't know." Clare thought, "I'd probably go live with my brother." She looked at Vasya and then Bender, "I mean I don't think either of them gives a shit about me anyway, It's like they use me just to get back at each other."

"HA!" Allison spat after hours of total silence, Clare whipped around at her and glared, "Shut up!" She snapped.

"Ah you're just feelin' sorry for yourself." Andy went back to stretching, "Well if I didn't nobody else would." Clare defended, "You're breaking my heart" Andy cooed sarcastically. "Sporto?" Bender redirected, "you get along with your parents?"

"Well if I say yes I'm an idiot right?" Andy stood up straight and Bender jumped down "you're an idiot anyway, but If you say you get along with your parents, well you're a liar to." Bender began to walk away with Andy on his heels. He pushed Bender's shoulder and moved in front of him, "You know man, if we weren't in school right know I would waste you!" He challenges. Bender pointed his middle finger to the floor. "Can you hear this?" he asked, "Want me to turn it up? He flipped Andy off and Brian parted the two.

"Hey fellas, I mean..." Andrew pushed away from Brian "I don't like my parents either, I don't...I don't get along with them...their idea of parental compassion is just, you know, wacko" He motioned with his finer to his head. "Dork?" Bender began.

"Yea?"

"You are a parent's wet dream"

Bender began to walk away as Brian spoke again, "Well that's the problem," Bender turned again, "Look, I can see you getting all bunged up for them making you wear these kinda clothes. But face it, you're a Neo-Maxi-Zoom-Dweebie! What would you be doing if you weren't out making yourself a better citizen?"

"Why do you have to insult everyone?" Andy began and Bender stopped him, "I'm being honest asshole, I would expect you to know the difference."

"Yea well he's got a name!"

"Yea?"

"Yea!"

Andy turned to Brain, "What's your name?"

Vasya rolled her eyes.

"Uh, Brian."

Bender smirked, "My condolences" He walked back to the front and Vasya turned, tucking her legs under her, "What's your name?" She asked. "What's yours?" he countered.

"Vasya"

Bender's eyes widened, "Vass-ya?"

She sighed, "Yes, Vasya. It means basil"

Bender nodded, "okay, so you're named after a weed, now I know why you pretend not to speak English."

Vasya rolled her eyes, "You haven't answered my question." Bender turned to Clare, "How 'bout you Cheery? What's your name?"

"Clare."

"Ka-laare?" He stretched it like he did Vasya's name, only exaggerated and mockingly. "Clare. It's a family name."

"No, it's a fat girl's name" Bender corrected.

"Oh thank you Clare hummed, "You're welcome."

"I'm not fat"

"Well not at present but I could see you really pushing maximum density!" Bender noted "You see, I'm not sure if you know this, but there are two kinds of fat people." He began.

"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! You see, you're gonna get married, you're gonna squeeze out a few puppies and then, uh..."

He mimes becoming fat, making bloating noises like a balloon. Clare glared and Flipped him off.

(That's all for now! Tune in for more later! Don't forget to review.)