"I'll just run right out and join the wrestling team." His voice was laced with sarcasm at his proclamation.
Sporto and princess shared a look of disbelief before laughing at Bender. He was undeterred as he looked at the princess and continued.
"Maybe the prep club too! Student council..."
Mr. Athletic had to comment once again. "No, they wouldn't take you."
I felt the sneer on my face. I should have committed fully before and just punched him in his smug fat face.
"I'm hurt." Bender whined in mock sadness.
Ms. Prissy decided to offer her appraisal of him.
"You know why guys like you knock everything?"
Bender rolled his eyes and murmured, "Oh, this should be stunning..."
"It's 'cause you're afraid."
I let out a loud Bronx cheer before sniggering to myself. I could call Bender many things, but afraid wasn't one of them. Princess and Sporto turned to glare at me while Bender just smirked at me.
He cleared his throat, getting the popular kids' attention once more. His voice was filled with mock enthusiasm as he spoke.
"Oh, God! You richies are so smart, that's exactly why I'm not heavy in activities!"
Princess looked at him in incredulity before firmly proclaiming, "You're a big coward!"
"I'm in the math club..." The nerd randomly announced.
"Oh god..." I droned out, assuming this was going to end poorly for him.
Everyone else ignored him. Ms. Priss continued her censure against Bender.
"See, you're afraid that they won't take you. You don't belong," She paused as she and the athletic turned briefly to look at me, and then back to Bender before blathering some more.
"So you just have to dump all over it."
"Well…" He paused as though he were truly considering her words, before looking back at her with sardonic smile, finishing his thought. "It wouldn't have anything to do with you activities people being assholes, now would it?"
"Well, you wouldn't know...You don't even know any of us." The princess countered, obviously a bit offended.
I couldn't help but think that this was a perfect example of the pot calling the kettle black. She was doing the exact same thing to him. The irony of it, was deliciously satisfying. Maybe in her eyes, only the people in her group were allowed to be judgmental pricks.
"Well, I don't know any lepers either, but I'm not gonna run out and join one of their fucking clubs." Bender explained his stance so sensibly, it made me chuckle softly to myself. And of course, the popular table heard me.
The athlete chose to ignore me while he scolded Bender about his language. The princess however spun around to berate me.
"God, would you just shut up? No one is even talking to you!"
I kept my expression blank as I replied. "Oh, go fuck yourself, Raggedy Anne. I didn't even say anything. And since you don't dictate when I am allowed to laugh, why don't you shut the fuck up?"
She huffed in offense but turned back around without another word to me. She turned her focus back on Bender but the nerd was mumbling something about physics.
Bender looked at her briefly before saying, "S'cuse me a sec..."
He looked to the braniac and asked, "What are you babbling about?"
Being acknowledged, the nerd boy perked up a bit and spoke a little more clearly. "Well, what I said was...I'm in the math club, the Latin club and the physics club...physics club."
He stumbled over his words here and there, clearly not accustomed to talking in front of people in didn't know. Bender nodded thoughtfully before turning back to Claire.
"Hey, Cherry, do you belong to the physics club?"
"That's an academic club." She spat her words out as though they left a bad taste in her mouth. God, she's a bitch.
"So?" Bender quipped.
I could hear the smile in her voice as she replied. "So…academic clubs aren't the same as other kinds of clubs."
So basically what she was saying is that she's too stupid to excel in a club that requires a brain. Unsurprising.
Bender's eye lit up defiantly as he pointed at the nerd.
"Oh, but to dorks like him, they are." He looked up at the brain. "What do you guys do in your club?"
"In physics, um, we ah, we talk about physics...about properties of physics."
Bender nodded his head, seeming to understand and redirected the conversation at the princess.
"So it's sorta social...demented and sad, but social, right?"
I frowned, feeling a little bad for the awkward boy sitting adjacent from me. But he obviously didn't seem to mind because he decided to elaborate on Bender's point.
"Yeah, well I guess you could consider it a social situation. I mean there are other children in my club and uh, at the end of the we have, um, you know, a big banquet, at the, uh, at the Hilton."
Bender nodded like he was listening intently, concluding the nerd's though. "You load up, you party..."
Brian shook his head quickly and explained, "Well, no, we get dressed up...I mean, but we don't...We don't get high."
"Only burners like you," she paused and point back and me. "and I'm sure her, get high.."
Bender shifted his gaze to be quizzically, I just shrugged and nodded. A ghost of a smile appeared on his face before he turned away. I looked over at the nerd with a dumbfounded expression, who was currently spewing an awkward jabbering tangent about borrowing shoes and his cousin a state over getting high, ending it with, "Twilight Zone kinda."
The princess giggling and looked up at Bender. "Sounds like you."
Sporto growled in irritation. "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."
Bender donned an antagonizing smile as he addressed the athlete. "Oh and wouldn't that be a bite," He paused to let out a mock tormented moan. "Missing a whole wrestling meet!"
God, he was a pro at pissing people off.
Sporto faced and harangued him. "Well you wouldn't know anything about it, faggot! You never competed in your whole life!"
"Jeez, take a chill pill, princess." I baited, feeling annoyed by this whole conversation. And honestly, I was still pissed off at him and was hoping to provoke him so I could justifiably deck him.
For the umpteenth time, the athlete and the princess rotated to shoot me a glare. However, before they could get any digs in, Bender redirected their attention to himself.
"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." He finished with an eye roll.
Sporto, I noticed, couldn't seem to help himself, he had to reply in an attempt to get the last word. In fact, he was almost as bad as Bender in that respect.
"Aahhh, you'd never miss it. You don't have any goals."
"Oh, but I do!" Bender countered, trying to rile the athlete up.
"Yeah?" Sporto asked, mildly interested. Bender continued to patronize him.
"I wanna be just. Like. You! I figure all need's a lobotomy and some tights!"
This, seemed to pique the dork's interest.
"You wear tights?" He asked curiously.
The athlete turned his head toward him, looking irritated. "No, I don't wear tights. I wear the required uniform."
The nerd nodded in understanding and raised a hand up. "Tights." He said in confirmation like it were obvious. I let out a little giggle at how unintentionally ballsy he was being.
"Shut up!" Sporto commanded us.
I was about to retort but the sound of Mr. Vernon roaming around right outside the door caused us all to fall silent once again. Bender jumped off of the railing and sat down, right between the princess and the athlete. I grinned as I watched him sit up perfectly straight, like an attentive and model student. He wasn't fooling anyone.
We sat in silence for a few minutes until we could no longer here Mr. Vernon. Bender snorted and made an odd shrieking noise, rising to his feet. He sauntered over toward the doors leading to the hallway.
The brain confronted him nervously. "You know there's not s'posed to be any monkey business."
With his aversion for creating waves with authority figures, I couldn't imagine what he did to warrant a detention.
Bender turned and pointed at Brian, imitating Mr. Vernon. "Young man, have you finished your paper?"
With a smirk, he turns back and starts fiddling with the door.
"What are you gonna do?" The princess inquired.
"Drop dead, I hope." Sporto muttered in annoyance. I frowned but kept my mouth shut, wanting to see what Bender's end game was.
The brain was getting fidgety over the prospect of getting into more trouble. He cleared his throat and tried to reason with Bender.
"Bender, that's, that's school property there...you know, it doesn't belong to us. It's something not to be toyed with."
His logic fell on deaf ears as the door slammed shut. Bender ran back, passed his seat and flopped down next to me. I looked over at him with a brow arched up in confusion.
"What the fuck are you doing? Your seats is right there." I said flatly as a pointed to the desk in front of us.
He smirked as leaned in so he was mere inches from my face. "I thought you could use some company, sweet cheeks."
I heard a small clank and looked down to see him dropping a screw into my jacket pocket. I sneered at him, palming his face and pushing it away from mine.
"Company my ass! You just wanted to make me an accomplice to your shenanigans." I snipped at him.
"Well ya got me there, tootsie." He admitted, chuckling to himself.
The athlete was not amused. He spun around in his chair. "That's very funny, come on, fix it!"
The nerd jumped in, happy that someone was on his side. "You should really fix that."
"Am I a genius?" Bender asked grinning broadly.
"No, you're an asshole!" Sporto corrected.
"What a funny guy!" Bender proclaimed, amused.
"Fix the door Bender!" Sporto demanded again.
"Everyone just shhh!" Bender said, trying to get the athlete to just drop it. That wasn't happening Sporto was already responding.
"Just fix the damn door!"
"I've been here before, I know what I'm doing!" Bender explained calmly.
"No! Fix the door, get up there and fix it!" Sporto screamed, motioning to the door.
I was officially annoyed with the verbal tennis match between them that was quickly turning into an alpha male pissing contest. So I decided to end the dispute for them.
"SHUT UP!" I screeched angrily, causing everyone to fall silent and gape at me.
"GOD DAMMIT!"
The door opened and Mr. Vernon stomped in, looking furious.
Well fuck...
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