By the time lunch came, Mr. Vernon had told them to get their lunch and bring it back to the library. They all did except for John who did not have a lunch, again. Claire brought sushi and Andrew brought a twelve coarse meal. Alison had a sandwich with sugar and captain crunch. Brian brought a PB and J with the crust cut off. Andrew and Alison sat together in one of the back tables. John sat alone and so did Claire and Brian. The room was silent until Vernon burst through the heavy library door. Everyone looked up from their lunch. Vernon scanned the room for John. When his eyes locked on him his face fell to anger. "Bender! I just received a call from the gym teacher! He said you spray painted the word F*** on the lockers!" he said as he walked to John. John smirked. "Now Mr. Vernon, you and I both know I cant spell a word that big. Nor would I want to, vandalism is a crime." He said sounding overly innocent. Vernon scowled at John. "Whether you did it or not you will be cleaning it up! This Saturday." He said. He then left the room.
Claire turned back to face John. "Did you do it?" she asked. John looked up at her with aggravation. "I did but you won't till you're married." He said as he took a cigarette out of his pocket. There were a few hushed giggles from the others. Claire turned around to finish her lunch. She tapped her fingers on the table in frustration. She then turned to John who was now smoking. "Look, I'm sorry my friends were being stupid, but you have not right to be mad at me!" Claire exclaimed. Brian looked up at Claire. "Well from what I hear, it is your fault!" he exclaimed. Claire jerked her head back to Brian. "Shut up!" she said. Andrew got up from his seat and walked over to Claire. "Don't yell at Brian for telling the truth! You need to get the hell off your throne and start worrying about the people you step on!" he exclaimed.
Claire scowled at him. "Wow Andrew, one time I blow John off and you're angry with me!" she shouted. Alison than got into it. "But it's not the one time. I've seen you giggling at people behind their backs. You could care less about other people's feeling." She said as she leaned back in her seat. John got up from his seat and put out his cigarette on the table. "Look, I could care less if Claire is an A** hole, what I do care about is that she can't, just for one second, pry herself away from her Barbie doll friends. You're glued to them like they're your life support." John said with aggravation. Claire looked down at the floor in anger. She then looked up with tears in her eyes. "You have no idea what it's like to be me." She said through her tears. Andrew then leaned on the table. "Oh you think you're the only one with issues? Look around Claire! You have a guy who can't control his own life, a girl who's parents ignore her, a guy who gets yelled at for getting a B, and a guy who gets a cigar to his arm when he spills paint in the garage." Andrew said in anger and frustration.
Claire than looked away. With turning to the others she said, "Would you just go back to your D*** seat." She did feel awful about what happened. But she didn't know how to prove it to the rest of them.