The jock rolled his eyes and turned back to the front. That was when Bender took the time to be an asshole again.
"Well, hey, Sporto, what'd you do to get in here? Forget to wash your jock?" Sandra laughed hard at that.
"No, I just think he tried tea bagging one of his wrestler buds in front of the teacher!" She managed to get out through her laughter. Now it was Bender's turn to laugh.
"Uh, s'cuse me, fellas, I think we should just write our papers." Johnson piped up. Sandra glared at him. Jockstrap looked back at them both.
"Look, just because you two live in here doesn't mean you guys have the right to be a pain in the ass, so both of you, knock it off!" He snapped. Sandra stopped laughing and gave the boy an innocent look.
"Aww. We're sorry we got Mr. Homo-boy mad." She said in a voice generally used for talking to little babies.
"It's a free country." Bender stated, also giving the same innocent facial expression.
"They're just doing it to get a rise out of you. Just ignore them." Queenie said to Jock-boy.
"Sweets." Bender started, flipping his hair to one side. Redhead looked back at him, an annoyed and disgusted look on her face. "You couldn't ignore me if you tried." Princess turned back towards the front, now really aggravated at the criminal's taunts.
"So…" Bender kept at it. "So… are you guys, like, boyfriend-girlfriend?"
"Steady dates?" Sandra included, smirking.
"Lovers?" Bender asked, drawing out the first syllable. He then put on a little pouty, sad face and said, "C'mon, Sporto… level with us. Do you slip her the hot…?"
"Beef…?" Sandra included again, still smirking deviously.
"In-jec-tion?" Bender inquired, putting stress on the three syllables just to piss Red and Sporto off.
"Go to hell!" Queenie shouted, looking back and fuming at the two rebels.
"Enough!" Jockstrap joined in, doing the same as Princess.
"Hey! What's goin' on in there?!" They heard Dick shout from inside his office.
"Scumbags." Sandra and Bender heard Jock-boy murmur as he once again turned back towards the front. Bender got up from his chair, but Sandra still sat in hers, staring at him.
"What do you say we close that door? Can't have any kind of party with Vernon checkin' us out every few seconds." He said, hopping up onto the brown railing and sitting on it.
"Well, y'know, the door's s'posed to stay open." Brainiac stated nonchalantly. Sandra rolled her eyes at that. 'Like anyone even cares if the fucking door is supposed to stay open.' She thought.
"So what?" Bender questioned.
"So why don't you just shut up? There's five other people in here, y'know." Jockstrap argued. Sandra piped up.
"Hey, Mr. Homo-boy can count!" She clapped her hands slowly and sarcastically. She saw Bender smirk at her.
"God, you can count. See, I knew you had to be smart to be a… a wrestler." He mocked, drawing out the word 'wrestler.' Sandra laughed a little at that.
"Who the hell are you to judge anybody anyway? Both of you." Jock-boy said, glaring first at Bender, then at the blonde-haired juvenile girl behind him. "Y'know, Bender, Sandra, you guys don't even count." Sandra took on a hurt look, and apparently, so did Bender. "I mean, if you both disappeared forever, it wouldn't make any difference. You guys may as well not even exist at this school." Bender still looked hurt, but tried not to show it.
"Well, I'll just run right out and join the wrestling team." He said, apparently going back to his original bad-boy self. When Jock-boy heard that, he looked at Queenie and they both started to laugh a little. "Maybe the prep club, too. Student council."
"Maybe I'll join cheerleading or be the next Prom Queen." Sandra piped up. Bender looked at her, smiling. She smiled back at him.
"Nah, they wouldn't take you guys." Athlete claimed.
"I'm hurt." Bender said sarcastically.
"Aww, and why not?" Sandra asked in the same tone as Bender.
"You know why people like you two knock everything?" Princess asked, speaking to both Bender and the juvenile.
"Oh, this should be stunning." The criminal stated nonchalantly.
"Yaaaayyy, a lecture from Miss Prom Queen! Those things are always fun to listen to!" The delinquent said in a mock-excited tone. She then rested her chin on her hand.
"It's because you two are afraid." The princess continued. Sandra rolled her eyes.
"Oh, God, you richies are so smart, that's exactly why I'm not heavy in activities." Bender said.
"See, you guys are afraid that they won't take you, you don't belong, so you two just have to dump all over it." Queenie concluded.
"Well… wouldn't have anything to do with you activities people being assholes, now, would it?" Bender questioned, putting emphasis on the word 'assholes.' Sandra nodded at that.
"Exactly. Totally what I was thinkin'." She commented. The rebel once again gave her a smile for the third time that day and she smiled back.
"Well, you wouldn't know. You don't even know any of us." Red continued.
"Well, I don't know any lepers, either. But I'm not gonna run out and join one o' their fuckin' clubs."
"Hey, let's watch the mouth, huh?" Jock-boy snapped.
"Physics Club, too." Brainiac said.
"S'cuse me a sec." Bender said to Princess and Jock-boy. "What're you babbling about?" He asked, turning to the nerd.
"Well, what I'd said was, I'm in the Math Club, the Latin Club, and the Physics Club. Physics Club." Dorko restated.
"Hey… Cherry…" Bender said, looking at Princess. Queenie glared back at him.
"Do you belong to the Physics Club?" He asked.
"That's an academic club."
"So?" Sandra said.
"So academic clubs aren't the same as other kinds of clubs."
"Ah, but to dorks like him, they are." Bender pointed out. He then turned back to look at Brainiac. "What do you guys do in your club?"
"Well, uh, in Physics, we-we talk about physics… uh, properties of physics…" The nerd answered.
"So it's sorta social. Demented and sad, but social, right?" Bender asked. Sandra started laughing at what he'd said about it being demented and sad.
"Well, I guess you could consider it a social situation. And, uh, at the end of the year, we have a big banquet…" Brainiac continued.
"You load up, you party."
"Well, we-we get dressed up, but, uh, we don't get high."
"Only burners like you and your little bud get high." Princess commented, looking at Bender and gesturing towards Sandra when she says 'your little bud.' Bender didn't respond to that.
"Uh, my cousin, Kent-my cousin Kendall, from Indiana, he got high once, and, y'know, he started eating, like… really weird foods…" Johnson continued.
"Sounds like the both of you." Princess commented again, smiling a little.
"Look, you guys keep up your talking and Vernon's gonna come right back in here. I got a meet next Saturday and I'm not gonna miss it on account of you boneheads." Jock-boy said.
"Aw, and wouldn't that be a bite? Missin' a whole wrestling meet?" Bender asked in a mock-sad tone. Sandra giggled.
"Well, you wouldn't know anything about it, faggot!" The athlete protested. "You've never competed in your whole life!"
"Oh, I know, I feel all empty inside because of it, I have such a deep admiration for guys who roll around on the floor with other guys." Bender remarked sarcastically. Sandra laughed.
"And try to touch each others' dicks!" She added through her laughing fit.
"Nah, you guys wouldn't miss it. You two don't have any goals." Jock-boy protested.
"Oh, but I do." Bender claimed. Sandra clamped her hand over her mouth to hold in the next fit of giggles she knew would be coming if Bender said something hilarious.
"Yeah?" Jockstrap asked.
"I wanna be just like you. I figure all I need's a... a lobotomy and some tights." Sandra failed miserably in trying to hold in her laughter once she heard that. She exploded in another, harder laughing fit, falling out of her chair.
"You wear tights?" She heard Johnson ask. Jock-boy looked over at him, a displeased expression on his face.
"No, I don't wear tights. I wear the required uniform." He snapped.
"Tights." Johnson pointed out matter-of-factly.
"Shut up." Jockstrap snapped, turning back towards the front.