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Once Vernon had situated himself into his office, the rest of the students got themselves adjusted in their seats. There was a moment of silence that hovered over them as if none of them wanted to the first to talk after Vernon's departure. Just then, their attention was directed towards the back of the room when they heard Allison biting off her nails.

Okay…it had been just a week since Susan and Allison had formed a friendship but never did she think that Allison could have teeth being as equivalently sharp as a nail clipper.

Allison was just minding her own business until she noticed everyone's eyes on her. She stopped biting her nails and looked back at them. What? she wanted to ask them. Stop staring at me! When none of them got the message, she went back to biting her nails.

John, who had been looking at her, was slightly impressed of how she was in her own world without a care of what others thought of her. "You keep eating your hand you're not going to be hungry for lunch," he said only to be answered by Allison spitting her chewed off nail in his direction. "I've seen you before, you know," he continued, unfazed by her action and then pointed at her. "Hanging out with Picasso over there." He then directed his pointer finger towards Susan.

Just like Allison, Susan didn't respond to John's attempts for conversation. The room was awkward enough as it already was.

"Who I think I am?" Brian then muttered to himself as both John and Susan turned their heads at his direction. Brian had been contemplating about what to write for the essay but no words were coming in his mind. "Who are you?" he inquired and placed the clip of the pen cap on his bottom lip and moved the pen up and down. "I am a walrus…" he came to his comedic answer until he noticed John looking over at him.

Susan let out a light chuckle when she saw Brian playing with his pen like that, causing him to glance over his shoulder. Slightly embarrassed, he removed the pen away from his lips and felt his cheeks beginning to blush. Is it hot in here or is it just me? Brian thought as he began to take off his jacket and then noticed that John was about to do that same. Both stopped and stared at each other and Brian gave John the opportunity to remove his coat before he proceeded. Now it's cold Brian thought and wrapped the jacket around his shoulders.

Susan looked from one boy to the other. Why did it look so amusing? Especially when Brian nervously fidgeted with this pen and then tried to make a conversation with John who only stared at him. Don't laugh, don't laugh, don't laugh Susan said to herself, yet she couldn't help but smile at the awkwardness.

As for John, this group of students that he was stuck with wasn't like any other group. He then turned around and looked at the redhead sitting in front of him. The Jock and the Princess he thought and crumpled up the piece of paper that Vernon had given them before he threw it across the room.

Claire felt a slight breeze over her air when the crumpled ball of paper was thrown in their direction. She watched Andrew glance behind him but made no response to John's attempt at annoying them. It wasn't long until John began humming to the music of 'Sunshine of Your Love' by Cream and that was enough to roll her eyes and looked over at Andrew. "I can't believe this is really happening to me."

Instead of working on her essay, Susan had busied herself with drawing on her sketchpad. She had been too focused in her drawing to even hear what was happening around her until she heard John exclaim.

"What are we supposed to do if we have to take a piss?" John asked from one student to the next, causing Claire and Andrew to look at him.

"Get a hall pass?" Susan suggested.

"Oh please," Claire scoffed and then turned her back on him.

John shrugged his shoudlers. "If you gotta go, you gotta go."

The sound of John unzipping his pants was loud enough for Claire and Andrew to turn around. Claire gasped and muttered an 'oh my God' and Andrew kept his eyes glued at John. "Hey, you're not urinating in here man."

"Don't talk, don't talk," John said, "it makes it crawl back up."

"You whip it out you're dead before the first drop hits the floor," Andrew threatened him.

These two getting in a scuffle? Susan thought as she glanced over at John and Andrew. As she shook her head, her eyes then fell on Allison who watched the scene unfold between the two boys.

John wasn't fazed by Andrew's threat. "You're pretty sexy when you're angry," he said to him and let out a low growl.

Andrew felt his patience beginning to wear thin. Anymore conversation with this guy and he might as well face another week of detention. Instead, he turned his back and John and tried to control his temper.

John was only getting started. He then turned his attention on Brian. "Hey homeboy," he said to Brian, who pointed to himself to ask if John was referring to him. "Why don't you go close that door?" he turned his eyes over to Claire. "We'll get the Prom Queen impregnated."

Claire whipped her head and around and glared at John, their eyes locking with one another. How dare he say something like that to her? Not only was it a lack of respect to her but also humiliating. Before Claire had a chance to say anything to John, Andrew jumped in.

John stared back at Claire and took in her features. She was quite proper with how she dressed, the perfect makeup that she wore, and the well-groomed head of red hair. She was beautiful…and untouchable for someone like him and deep down, John knew that. "What?" he jumped at Andrew who interrupted the secret moment that he shared with Claire.

"If I lose my temper you're totaled man," Andrew threatened.

"Totally?" John mocked him.

"Totally," Andrew emphasized.

Allison silently watched and held in her breath. For a moment, she thought that Andrew glanced in her direction and she wouldn't know how to act if he had done so. Whatever the case may have been, if he had looked at her or not, Allison averted her eyes and looked elsewhere.

As for Claire, this whole situation was getting on her nerves. "Why don't you just shut up?" she said to John in exasperation, "nobody here is interested."

John looked down at the table and pretended as if she had hurt his feelings. When both Claire and Andrew turned their backs on him, John wasn't done. "Hey Sporto," he asked, "what did you do to get in here? Forget to wash your jock?"

Brian noticed Andrew starting to clench his hand into a fist. "Excuse me fellas, I think we should just write our papers."

Good idea Susan wanted to agree with Brian. This was nothing but a distraction and she couldn't concentrate on what she was trying to draw. The number of faded pencil streaks that were left on her sketchpad were more than enough for her to rip the page of the book and crumple it up. She threw the piece if paper over her shoulder and it bounced towards Allison's table.

Allison looked down at the crumpled piece of paper and immediately grabbed it from the floor. She smoothed out the paper and then glanced over at Susan who was angrily drawing on her sketchpad. She then looked up when Andrew confronted John.

"Just because you live in here doesn't give you the right to be a pain in the ass. So knock it off!" Andrew glared at John.

Andrew wasn't the type of authority that John faced…yet he had a moment of hesitation until he realized that the most Andrew could do was throw a punch at him. Something that John was used to. "It's a free country," he answered Andrew.

"He's doing it to get a rise out of you," Claire said to Andrew, "just ignore him."

John threw his hair back and looked at Claire. "Sweets," he called to her and Claire looked in his direction, "you couldn't ignore me if you tried."

Claire felt that she had fallen for that trick and she realized the irony of her words. As for Allison, she looked from John and then to Claire, finding it just as funny how he was able to trick her into not ignoring him.

"So," John spoke up as he looked at Claire and Andrew. "Are you guys like boyfriend—girlfriend?" No response. "Steady dates?" No response again. "Lovers?" Just as he expected, nothing. "Come on Sporto, level with me. Did you slip her the hot beef injection?"

That's it! Andrew was about to throw a punch at John but in a quick moment, he controlled his arm before he lashed out. "ENOUGH!"

"GO TO HELL!" Claire yelled.

"My God!" Susan yelled at the same time and slammed her sketchpad on the table, looking at the bold streak of pencil that had been caused by their screaming.

John looked behind him and noticed the sketch that she was doing. It was a picture of the library with him, Andrew, and Claire sitting at their designated tables. He let out a light laugh. "You made Jock Boy look like Einstein...and Prom Queen…she looks like she gained a few pounds."

Claire whipped her head around and looked at him. "Why don't you just shut up?" she told him. She then glared over at Susan, about to lash out as to why she would ever dare to draw her in such a way.

John glanced over at Claire. "It's called 'naturalism,' sweets. You would know if you got your head out of the sand," he said to her and then folded the piece of paper before stuffing it into his pocket.

Susan was surprised that Bender would know something about art…even though that wasn't the right definition. She didn't give it much thought when Bender had pocketed her drawing. Another drawing gone…great Susan thought and threw her paper on her sketchpad. What did he want with her drawings anyway? It wasn't like they were any good. "It's not 'naturalism,' it's geometric."

John turned his head and looked at her. "I just say what I see, Picasso." After a moment, John got up from his head and walked over to the railing of the steps. "Why don't you say we close that door?" he suggested. "We can't have any kind of party with Vernon checking us out every few seconds."

"You know the door is supposed to stay open," Brian reminded him.

"So what?" John shrugged.

"So why don't you just shut up?" Andrew suggested, "there's five other people here, you know?"

"God," John said pretending to sound surprised about Andrew's attempt at numbers. "You can count. I knew you had to be smart to be a wrestler."

"Who the hell are you to judge anybody anyway?" Andrew shot back at him.

"Really," Claire agreed, causing John to glance over at her.

"You know Bender, you don't even count," Andrew said, "if you disappear forever, it wouldn't make a difference. You may as well not even exist at this school."

No matter how many times John had heard those words, that didn't mean that he was immune to his feelings. He glanced over at Allison and saw that she was looking back at him. At least he wasn't the only one in the whole school going through something like this. Some people were vocal about it while others suffered on their own. Even if he expressed his feelings, he still suffered. Swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat, John gained back his confidence and looked back at Andrew. "Well, I'll run right out and join the wrestling team." He heard the chuckle being exchanged between Andrew and Claire. "Maybe the prep club too. Student council."

"No they wouldn't take you," Andrew shook his head.

"I'm hurt," John played along.

"You know why guys like you knock everything?" Claire spoke up.

"This should be stunning," John sarcastically said.

"Because you're afraid," Claire said. She looked down and noticed the slip of folded paper that was hanging out of John's pocket. She was just as inclined to snatch it and see how Susan had drawn her, yet she hesitated to do so.

"Oh God," John said, "you richies are so smart. That's exactly why I'm not heavy into activities."

"You're a big coward," Claire added, as if she knew him more than John knew himself.

Before John responded to that, Brian jumped in the conversation. "I'm in the Math Club," he said.

Susan turned her head over to Brian when he said that. For her, she wasn't in any part of the school clubs. She thought about joining the Art club but what was the point in it when her drawings were going to be judged by others?

Claire ignored Brian and continued. "You're afraid that they won't take you, you don't belong, so you dump all over it."

John adjusted himself on the railing and looked back at her. "Well it wouldn't have anything to do with you activities people being assholes, now would it?"

Claire shook her head at him. "You wouldn't know. You don't even know any of us."

"Well, I don't know any lepers either but I'm not going to run and join one of their freaking clubs," John shot back.

"Hey, let's watch the mouth," Andrew warned him.

Brian looked at the group and slightly leaned forward. "I'm in the Physics Club too," he said to them. Since they were on the topics of clubs, he might as well have joined.

"Excuse me a sec," John said to Claire and Andrew and then looked up at Brian. "What are you babbling about?"

Now all eyes were on Brian. He could feel it and there was no hiding from that. "What I said was that I'm in the Math Club, Latin Club, and the Physics Club."

Wow Susan thought. He was quite the intellectual. She grabbed a hold of her pencil and looked at Brian while sketching on her paper. As John continued his conversation with Claire, he then directed another question to Brian about what he and the other members of the Physics Club did. Susan could sense the nervousness in Brian's voice as he described the activities that they did. If only he'd stop moving his hands then I would get a better sketch Susan thought as she erased some of the pencil markings that looked oblique.

As Brian continued talking, Allison looked over at John and Claire. "Only burners like you get high," she heard Claire say to John and at that moment she could see the look in John's eyes as he stared at the redhead. There was no doubt that John showed his interest to the school's Princess. Her eyes then turned over to Andrew who looked over at Brian and then turned around to look at the door. Just like Claire, Andrew was just as untouchable as she was.

"You guys keep talking and Vernon's gonna come in. I got a meet this Saturday and I'm not gonna miss it on the account of you boneheads," Andrew said to them.

"Oh and wouldn't that be a bite? Missing a whole wrestling meet?" John teased him.

"You wouldn't know anything about it," Andrew shot back at him, "you never competed in your whole life."

"Oh I know," John continued with his teasing, "I just feel all empty inside because of it. I have such a deep admiration for guys who roll around on the floor with other guys."

"You'd never miss it," Andrew said, "you don't have any goals."

"But I do," John said, "I want to be just like you. I figure all I need is a lobotomy and some tights."

Andrew clenched his jaw when John said that and ignored the snickering that he heard behind him coming from Susan's table.

"You wear tights?" Brian asked him.

Andrew slowly turned his attention to Brian. "No I don't wear tights," he said to him. "I wear the required uniform."

"Tights," Brian said.

"Shut up!" Andrew shot back.

Susan couldn't contain her giggles any longer. She looked up from her sketchpad and looked over at Brian, completely ignoring Andrew who was glaring at her. She raised her eyebrows and motioned her head towards Andrew's direction and shook her head, hoping that he was able to read her signal that Andrew could have indeed worn tights.

Allison looked up from her own sketchpad and smirked towards Andrew. She couldn't imagine a jock like him having to wear tights but the image that she had formulated in her mind was hilarious.

Just then, John heard a noise coming out of Vernon's office and he quickly sat between Claire and Andrew. He looked up and noticed Vernon disappearing into his office once more and he got up from his seat and headed towards the door.

"There's not supposed to be any monkey business," Brian reminded him.

John turned around and pointed at Brian. "Young man, have you finished your paper?" he looked out of the door and then began to fidget with the door hinges.

"Come on Bender don't screw around," Andrew told him.

"What're you gonna do?" Claire curiously asked.

"Drop dead I hope," Andrew said.

John ignored the comments coming from his classmates as he successfully pulled out a screw from the hinges and let the door close in on them.

Brian craned his neck and looked at what John was doing. "Bender that's school property there and it doesn't belong to us. It's something not to be toyed with."

John placed the screw in his pocket and ran back to his seat.

"That's very funny," Andrew said, "come on, fix it."

"You should really fix that," Brian said, fearing that this was going to lead to another Saturday detention on account of something that he didn't do.

"Fix the doo Bender!" Andrew yelled at him.

"Shut up!" John yelled at him.

"Goddamn it!" came Vernon's voice from the hallway and he came barging into the library. He looked at each student and pointed at the door behind him. "Why is that door closed?" he asked them. He approached the table where Claire and Andrew sat and he looked directly at Andrew. "Why is that door closed?" he asked again.

"How are we supposed to know?" John asked Vernon, "we're not supposed to move."

Then Vernon looked at Claire. "Why?" he asked her.

Claire was caught off guard at his question. "We're just sitting here like we're supposed to."

Vernon walked around the table and over to Brian. "Who closed that door?" he asked and Brain's words caught in his throat.

"I think a screw fell out of it," John answered.

"It just closed, sir," Andrew spoke up and faced the front.

"Who?" Vernon exclaimed and looked over at Allison.

Allison let out a squeak and bit her lower lip. She face planted onto the table and tried to make herself as invisible as she could.

"She doesn't talk sir," John told him.

Vernon then looked over at Susan. "Who closed that door?" he asked her.

Susan blinked at the question. "I don't know," she answered him with a shrug of her shoulders, "it must have fallen on its own."

Vernon held his index finger towards her. "You better not lie to me Susan, you know how I feel about that," he said to her. "I'm sure your grandmother wouldn't want to hear you getting another detention."

It's not like I can control how she feels Susan wanted to say to him. However, she did know how Vernon felt about her lying. "I don't know," she told him, "I promise."

John looked between Vernon and Susan exchange of words. It wasn't long until Vernon turned his attention to John.

"Give me that screw," Vernon told him.

"I don't have it," John responded.

"You want me to yank you out of that seat and shake it out of you?" Vernon threatened, which was enough to make Susan flinch.

"I don't have it," John pushed on, "screws fall out all the time. The world's an imperfect place."

However, Vernon was not pleased by John's defense. "Give it to me, Bender."

It was then that Claire turned around and looked at Vernon. "Excuse me sir, why would anybody want to steal a screw?"

Vernon turned his eyes at Claire. "Watch it young lady."

She did have a point. If it wasn't John who took the screw, no one would normally think about stealing a screw. Claire turned around and watched as Vernon began to fix the door and saw as he grabbed a chair and held it against the door to keep it open.

"The door's way to heavy sir," John told him.

Just like John had said, the heavy door slipped away from the weight of the chair and closed in on Vernon. "Damn it," he yelled. Even if he couldn't see the students' reaction, he could feel that they were probably laughing at him. He walked back to the library and looked at Andrew. "Andrew Clark," he snapped his fingers at him, "get up. Front and center, let's go."

Andrew got up from his seat and walked over to Vernon who was adjusting a small bookcase towards the door.

"Hey why does Andrew get to get up?" he asked, "he gets up, we'll all get up…it'll be anarchy!"

When Andrew and Vernon adjusted the bookcase at the door, Andrew tried getting back inside but to no avail.

John smirked at what he was seeing. "That's very clever sir," he said, "but what if there's a fire? I think violating fire codes and endangering the lives of children would be unwise in at this juncture in your career, sir."

That could hit a nerve. Susan looked up from her table and smirked at John when he said that. To her, Vernon was the type of man who tried to take everything in life seriously. Unfortunately, not a lot of people followed his lead and she happened to be one of them. When she had heard of her mother's death, Susan had made a promise to herself to not take life as serious as some people like Vernon did…otherwise she knew she wouldn't enjoy it. She watched as Vernon ordered Andrew to remove the bookcase and ordered for him to go back to his seat.

"I expected a little more from a varsity letterman," Vernon said to Andrew. He raised his eyes and looked up at John. "You're not fooling anyone Bender. The next screw that falls out is gonna be you."

John leaned back against his chair and muttered, "eat my shorts."

Vernon walked around the table where Claire and Andrew sat and approached John. "What was that?"

Susan watched as John slung his arm behind the chair and looked at Vernon. "Eat…my…shorts," he said to him.

"You just bought yourself another Saturday, mister," Vernon said to him.

"Oh, I'm crushed," John sarcastically said.

"You just bought one more right there."

"We'll I'm free the Saturday after that," John said, "beyond that, I'll have to check my calendar."

"Good!" Vernon shouted, causing Susan to jump, "because it's gonna be filled. We'll keep going. You want another one? Just say the word. Instead of going to prison, you'll come here." He watched as John folded his arms across his chest. "Are you through?" he asked him.

John looked up at him. "No!"

"I'm doing society a favor."

"So?"

"That's another right now. I've got you for the rest of your life if you don't watch your step. You want another one?"

John remained silent for a moment and looked at Vernon. "Yes!"

"You got it!" Vernon yelled, "you got another one right there. That's another one pal!"

The fact that Vernon was handing these detentions like they were free candy made Susan hesitant to speak out. He sounded so angry and, regardless of the detention, the last thing she wanted was another long lecture from him.

"Cut it out!" Claire said to John and then mouthed for him to 'stop' when he looked at her.

"You through?" Vernon asked.

"Not even close, bud!" John retorted.

"You got one more right there," Vernon pointed at him.

"You really think I care?" John asked him and was handed another detention. "How many is that?" he asked him.

"That's seven," Brian spoke up, "including the one where you asked Mr. Vernon here whether Barry Manilow knew he raided his closet."

Susan glanced over at Brian and kept a hidden smile. Smart and precise with what was happening.

"Now it's eight, you stay out of this," he said to Brian.

"Excuse me sir, it's seven," Brian corrected him.

"Shut up Pee-wee," Vernon snapped at him.

Susan furrowed her eyebrows and looked at Vernon. "Come on, he didn't mean anything by it," she said to Vernon.

"Stay out of this Susan. I don't want you getting involved with these delinquents unlike your mother," Vernon said to her.

Brian surely didn't look a delinquent but she didn't appreciate what Vernon said about her mother. She clenched her jaw and tried to keep her tongue from lashing out at him but she couldn't control it. He didn't know the whole story…so why was he to judge anybody about that? Sure, her mother made bad choices but she wasn't a bad person. "I'm not doing anything," she said to him.

"Well you certainly did something to wind up in here," Vernon said to her, "and if you do something like that again, you'll wind up like him." He pointed at Bender and directed his eyes towards him, "you're mine Bender. For two months, I got you."

A disgusted look came over John's features. "What can I say?" he asked, "I'm thrilled!"

"I'm sure that's exactly what you want these people to believe," Vernon continued, "you know something? You ought to spend a little more time trying to do something with yourself and a little less time trying to impress people. You might be better off."

Who was Vernon to judge about what he was doing? John knew this guy knew nothing about him or the household that he came from.

"Alright, that's it!" Vernon said, "I'm gonna be right outside those doors. The next time I have to come in here, I'm cracking skulls." He walked out the door and let it slam shut.

"SCREW YOU!" John yelled and then looked down at the table before muttering to himself. Getting two months' worth of Saturday detention was going to be a difficult thing to keep from his family.