NB : There's the second chapter! :) The story's already fully written so I'll post a chapter every saturday. I hope you'll enjoy this chapter! Please, feel free to leave a review with any advice or suggestion you may have :)

Bender's POV

He was outside behind Shermer High School. It was a beautiful sunny day and he didn't want to spend his free-time inside the school. Plus, what were his other options? Going to the library? No way. It would be the best way to run into Brian and he did not want to. Not after the way he had totally ignored him. It was definitely not an option. Then, going to the gym? He would like nothing more than watching Sporto playing sport in front of Cherry. Seriously, it wasn't an option either. Not that he did not want to see Claire. It was actually more the opposite. He wanted to see her too much for his own good. They had nothing in common and more, nothing to do together. He had worked hard to make her understand that on their detention. So, why the hell did he keep thinking of her?

He took out a cigarette with the firm will to light it. But he stopped, thinking of Claire again. He remembered what had happened when they were in the closet where Vernon had locked him up in. She had come to him. He had hidden his joy behind sarcasm and a lame joke. But she had stayed. She even had come closer. Half absent, he touched his neck where she first kissed him.

He smiled as he remembered how he had frozen when he had felt her lips on his skin. How his heart had raced. He even remembered how she smelled and how soft she was. When he had asked her why she did that, she had smiled.

"Because I know you wouldn't."

She was so damn right.

Before he actually realized it, he more or less had suggested to her to use him to piss off her parents. He never knew for sure if it worked but it should have. He always has been pretty good to upset people. He was actually so good at it that it was a shame it did not count as an extra-curricular activity for college. Not that he wanted to go to college. Only people like Brian, Sporto or Cherry went to college. People like him stayed there and found a lousy job for their living.

He had probably kissed Claire a thousand times in that closet. He could still feel her body against his and how her lips tasted like. Cherry. He remembered how uncertain she had looked when he had touched her bare skin under her blouse. She had shivered against him and he had kissed her again, one hand still under her blouse and the other behind her head. Actually, he had probably kissed her a lot more than a thousand times. And if they had not been in a closet, he probably would not have just kissed her.

With a sigh, he threw away the cigarette he did not light. At the same moment, the door opened wide and people came out running. Some were screaming.

Bender did not understand what they were saying. It did not make sense.

Then, suddenly, he heard them. He could even count them.

One.

Two.

Three.

Three gunshots.

Only then, he realized why people were screaming and running away from the school.

Cherry.

The thought of her hit him. Was she even safe?

As he did not see her come out, he came in.

One more gunshot.

To Be Continued...