"That man…" Bender said, pointing towards Dick, "…is a brownie hound." Sandra let out another fit of laughter. Just then, they all heard something that sounded an awful lot like nail-biting. They turned slowly towards the girl in black, sitting at the end of one of the tables. She was the one making the noise, biting her nails off. She stopped for a second, staring at the other five people, and then went back to biting.
"Y'know, that's a bad habit right there, girl." Sandra commented. "It's also annoying as fuck!"
"You keep eatin' your hand, you're not gonna be hungry for lunch." Bender said; almost at the same time that Sandra spoke. They looked at each other for a few seconds, and then went back to staring at the black-clothed girl.
Bender pointed a finger at her. "I've seen you before, you know." In response, she spit her bitten nail at him. He then turned to the blonde girl beside him.
"But… I don't believe I've seen you before…" He commented. Sandra frowned at him.
"I've seen you before, though. Yeah, you're that guy who's always smoking weed behind the school with a bunch of your little buddies at lunch." She said. "I'm the girl who does drugs in the parking lot. Y'know, cocaine, meth, acid… mostly meth, though." She smirked. Bender chuckled.
"You don't seem like the type to do drugs, cupcake…" He stated slyly, cocking his head slightly to the side, seeming to study this girl. Sandra glared menacingly at the boy when she heard his little pet name for her. He grinned, knowing full well that she secretly loved it.
"You two quit talking or else Vernon's gonna come back in here." The dirty-blonde-haired boy with the letterman's jacket said, turning to look at Sandra and Bender.
"Who cares? I can handle anything Dick has to throw at me." Sandra retorted, propping her feet up on the table like Bender. She wore light-brown-colored leather boots and jeans that were ripped at the knees. She took off her black jacket and everyone could see that she had on a white tank top that showed off most of her breasts under a flannel unbuttoned blue-and-white checkered shirt, and she wasn't wearing a bra. She laid her arms down on the table so nobody could see her scars, bruises and burns.
"Slut." The jock muttered when he saw what she was wearing.
Sandra overheard that and got angry. 'Oh, hell no, he did not just say that to me. As if I don't get called that enough times by my own parents, now this kid who I don't even know?!'
"Homo!" She shot back. The jock turned to her threateningly and she said in an obnoxious tone, "Oh, no, I think I got the gay guy mad." She smiled evilly, narrowing her blue eyes at him. Bender started to laugh.
"Hey, this guy's a wrestler, correct?" Sandra asked, pointing her thumb towards the athlete. The brain nodded. Bender laughed harder.
"See? That's proof that he's a homosexual. He likes guys instead of girls. Is that not true, jock-boy?" Sandra asked, quirking an eyebrow and smiling innocently at the athlete. He rolled his eyes and ignored her, turning back to the front. Bender had fallen out of his chair from laughing so hard. Sandra smirked, knowing she got the jock with that remark.