They then all heard Vernon's footsteps as he was coming back towards his office. Bender suddenly leapt off the railing and quickly sat down next to Red and Jockstrap while Sandra still sat in her original seat, nibbling on the eraser of her now-broken-in-half pencil, looking at the desk.

Luckily, Dick didn't come in to check on the six teens. Sandra mentally breathed a sigh of relief when he walked back to where he originally was.

She then heard Bender whoop and get up. She looked up to see him walking towards the door.

"Y'know, there's not s'posed to be any, uh, monkey business." Johnson stated. Bender then turned towards him, pointing a finger at him, imitating Dick.

"Young man, have you finished your paper?" He said in a mock-stern voice. He then looked around for a sec to see if Dick was coming back, and then started to work on removing the screw that kept the door open. Sandra smirked, knowing full well that he (and she) wanted that door closed so that Dick wouldn't be watching them every single fucking second.

"C'mon, Bender, don't screw around!" Jockstrap yelled at him.

"What're you gonna do?" Queenie asked.

"Drop dead, I hope." Sandra heard Jock-boy mutter. 'Why don't you drop dead? The hot bad boy can stay, but you, Mr. Gay Guy, can go. We won't give two shits if you were gone.'

Bender finished taking out the screws and, as the door swung shut behind him, stuffed them into Sandra's hand. "Mind hidin' these for me somewhere, baby doll?" She grinned at him and stuffed them into her shirt. He winked at her and sat back in his seat.

"That's real funny! C'mon, fix it!" Jockstrap yelled at him. Bender ignored him, still sitting in his seat.

"You should really fix that." Brainiac stated nonchalantly.

"Am I a genius?" He asked jokingly.

"No, you're an asshole!" Jock-boy yelled.

"What a funny guy!" Bender, still trying to be funny, said. Sandra giggled quietly when he said that.

"Fix the door! Get up there and fix it!" Jockstrap shouted, looking like he was about to grab Bender and just toss him across the library.

"Okay, everybody, just shhh, shhh! I've been here before; I know what I'm doing!" Bender tried shutting everyone up.

"No, get up there and fix it!" Jockstrap shouted once again in a feeble attempt to make Bender fix the door.

"Shut up!" Bender screamed back at him, finally getting what he wanted when Jock-boy just shut the fuck up and turned around to face the front. Sandra could've sworn she saw steam coming out of his ears.

"God dammit!" They heard Dick scream from behind the closed door. He opened the door and stormed in, looking angrier than ever.

"Why is that door closed?!" No one responded at first. "Why is that door closed?!"

"How are we supposed to know?" Bender asked innocently. "We're not supposed to move, right?"

Dick looked at Red. "Why?"

Red looked up, a glint of fear in her eyes. "W-We're just sitting here like we're supposed to."

Dick wasn't buying it. "Who closed that door?" He asked, looking around at the other five kids.

"I think a screw fell out of it." Bender said.

"It just closed, sir." Jock-boy muttered. Sandra looked over at him, and then looked down at her desk.

"Who?" Dick asked, looking at the black-clothed girl. She squealed and slammed her head on the desk, hiding from Dick.

"She doesn't talk." Sandra stated, still looking down at the table. Bender looked over at the juvenile, smirking. She looked out of the corner of her eye and smirked back.

"Give me that screw." Dick said, addressing Bender.

"I don't have it." Bender protested.

"You want me to yank ya outta that seat and shake it out of you?" Dick threatened. Bender still refused.

"I don't have it, screws fall out all the time, the world's an imperfect place." Bender said innocently. Sandra stifled in a giggle, and, without Dick noticing, stuffed the stolen screw further down her tank top, between her breasts. She looked over at Bender and gestured to him that she had stuffed the screw further down, and he smiled and winked in approval.

"Excuse me, sir, but why would anyone want to steal a screw?" Queenie asked, either trying to save Bender and Sandra from getting in trouble or just asking cuz she was confused.

"Watch your tone, missy, watch it." Dick scolded, like she had said something inappropriate. Both rebels looked over at her. She scowled at the two and rolled her eyes, turning back towards the front.

Dick then proceeded to stick a chair in front of the doorway. A small chair… that looked old.

"Y'know, Mr. Vernon, that's not gonna work." Sandra said in a mock-innocent tone of voice.

"The door's way too heavy, sir." Bender said at the same time that Sandra spoke. They both looked at each other again for a few seconds, and then went back to staring at Dick just as the door swung closed.

"Dammit!" They heard Dick yell from outside the door. Sandra bit her lip to keep from laughing. Dick came back in and looked at Jock-boy.

"Andrew Clark!" He snapped his fingers. "Get up here. C'mon, front and center! Let's go." Jock-boy, AKA Andrew, reluctantly got up from his seat and walked over to Dick.

"Hey, how come Andrew gets to get up?!" Bender yelled. "If he gets up, we'll all get up, it'll be anarchy!" Sandra stifled in a fit of laughter.

They grabbed the rack of magazines located beside the door and proceeded to stick it (or, at least, proceeded to make an attempt to stick it) in the doorway so it could stay open.

"It's outta my hands." Bender sighed.

'Fuckin' idiot. How the hell are we supposed to get outta this damn stupid ass boring place, ya douchebag?' Sandra thought in annoyance.

"That's very clever, sir… but what if there's a fire?" Bender asked. Sandra bit her lip hard to keep from laughing. "I think violating fire codes and endangering the lives of children would be unwise at this juncture in your career, sir."

Andrew tried to get back into the library, but because of the magazine rack in the way, he slipped, slamming his crotch into the side of the other door. Sandra let out a little giggle, trying desperately not to burst out in an uncontrollable laughing spasm.

"Well, y'know, the school comes equipped with fire exits at either end of the library." Brainiac stated knowingly.

"Show Dick some respect!" Bender and Sandra said in unison. When Sandra looked back at Dick, he was following Andrew back to his seat, shoving him once to make him go a bit faster.

"I expected a little more from a varsity letterman." He said in disappointment.

He then took the time to be… well, a dick to Bender and Sandra. "You're not fooling anybody, Bender and Sandra. The next two screws that fall out are gonna be you guys."

"Eat my shorts." Bender mumbled. Sandra scowled at Dick.

"What was that?" Dick asked, walking towards the rebels' table. Sandra scowled at Dick again.

"Eat. My. Shorts." Bender emphasized each word. Dick looked like he was about to grab Bender and slap the shit out of him.

"Fuck off, Dick!" Sandra yelled at Vernon.

"You guys just bought yourselves another Saturday." Bender rolled his eyes. Sandra smirked.

"Oh, I'm crushed." He muttered.

"Ooh, I'm shaking." She said sarcastically. Dick pointed a finger at him.

"You both just bought one more right there."

"Well, I'm free the Saturday after that!" Bender said. "Beyond that, I'm gonna have to check my calendar."

"Me too." Sandra agreed.

"Good!" Dick exclaimed. "Because they're gonna be filled. We'll keep goin'. You two want another one?"

Bender folded his arms across his chest. Sandra rolled her eyes and propped her feet back up on the table.

"Say the word, just say the word. Instead o' goin' to prison, you guys will come here." Bender and Sandra just looked at him, not saying a word.

"Are you guys through?"

"No." The two rebels replied in unison.

"I'm doin' society a favor."

"So?"

"That's another one right now. I've got you both for the rest o' your natural born lives if you two don't watch your step! You two want another one?"

"Yes." They replied in unison again.

"Good! You got it. That's another one, you two."

"Cut it out!" Richie yelled at the two criminals. They both looked over at her, and she mouthed 'Stop.'

"You guys through?" Dick asked.

"Not even close, bud." Bender stated.

"Nope." Sandra replied.

"Good! You guys got one more right there." Dick said.

Sandra and Bender never replied to that.

"Are you two through?" He asked once again.

"We wanna know how many lame-o detentions we got, faggot." Sandra snarled.

"Uh, that's seven, including the one where we came in and Bender asked Mr. Vernon here whether Barry Manilow knew that he raided his closet." Dweebie answered.

"Now it's eight." Dick turned to Brainiac. "You stay out of it."

"Excuse me, sir, it's seven." Brainiac corrected him, holding up seven fingers as if Dick didn't know how to count.

"Shut up, peewee." Dick snapped. Dorko shut up immediately. Dick held up his pinky and index finger.

"You're mine, Bender and Sandra." He said threateningly. "For two months, I got you guys. I got you guys."

"What can I say? I'm thrilled." Bender stated.

"Ex-fucking-cited." Sandra responded, her voice dripping with noticeable sarcasm.

"Oh, I'm sure that's exactly what you both want these people to believe. Y'know somethin', you two? You guys oughta spend a little more time trying to do something with yourselves and a little less time trying to impress people. You two might be better off." Dick then began to speak to the others. "Alright, that's it! I'm gonna be right outside those doors! The next time I have to come in here, I'm crackin' skulls!" Bender and Sandra both mouthed the last two words.

Dick then walked out of the room. As the door swung closed behind him, Bender and Sandra both yelled out, "Fuck you!"

Sandra sighed. She heard Bender mutter under his breath, "Fuck." She looked over at him and gave him a sympathetic smile. He looked back at her and she could've sworn she saw some kind of sparkle in his eyes. She blushed a bit.

'I'm really startin' to like him… a little.' She thought, resting her chin on her hand.