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Time seemed to pass slowly for everyone at the library. None of the students had bothered to write their essays but each student tried to keep themselves busy with doing something that wouldn't arise Vernon's suspicions and just minding their own business.

Out of all the students, the only one who seemed to be having a good time was Allison. She finished drawing a beautiful landscape and poured her dandruff all over the drawing to make it seem like it was snowing. She looked over at Susan and held the drawing towards her.

Susan was amazed by the precision of the artwork and the level of creativity that Allison had. She held onto her sketchpad and showed her the number of drawings that she had done during the moments of silence that filled the library. There was a picture of John Bender with his sneaker on fire as he calmly sat on his chair, a picture of Brian with his head down on the table, a picture of Claire daydreaming, Andrew playing with his hoodie, and a picture of Allison wrapping a piece of fabric around her finger. They were quick sketches but she would fill in the details later in the day. Afterwards, the only things that would be missing from the drawings was a splash of color.

As time wore on all of students began to feel drowsy. No matter how much they tried to fight off the sleep, it was impossible when the room was too warm and the heavy silence was enough to bring that sensation.

"Wake up!" Vernon suddenly said to the students. None of them budged from their positions. "Who has to go to the lavatory?" Upon that question, all the students raised their hands in the air.

After a visit to the restrooms and spending a couple of more hours sitting at the tables John, Andrew, and Brian had displaced themselves to the front of the library. Susan had decided to join the group as she sat at the table behind Claire, who was busy trying to think of what to write for her essay but was too distracted when John began to rip the pages from a book and throw them in the air.

Andrew looked over at John. "That's real intelligent."

"You're right," John responded and tore out another couple of pages before sending them in the air. "It's wrong to destroy literature. It's such fun to read." He turned the book over to see who the author of the book was. "And Molay really pumps my nads."

Claire looked over at John with a small smile upon her lips. "Molière," she corrected him. The moment that John looked over at her, she gave him a smile before Brian interrupted their moment.

"I love his work," Brian commented.

John grabbed onto a couple of pages and threw them at Brian's direction. He moved his head just in time before he was hit by the pages.

One of the pages fluttered over to Susan's desk as she picked it up and read the words written on it. "Love is a great master. It teaches us to be what we never were." When she said that, she could feel a pair of eyes on her and the moment she turned her head, she looked over at Brian.

Brian was quick to notice her looking back at him. "What does it say on the back?" he asked her. "The other…other side."

Susan turned over the paper and looked. "Can't read French."

At the mention of that language, Claire turned around and looked over at Susan. "Let me see," she said and held out her hand for the paper, which Susan slowly handed over to her. Claire read the words and tried to pronounce it as best as she could. "Mais la raison n'est pas ce qui règle l'amour."

John stopped midway from tearing out another paper when he heard Claire speaking in French. He was aware of the language but hearing someone speak it in almost perfect pronunciation made it sound…beautiful. And that smile that she gave him. It was just as beautiful…and genuine.

"And what does that mean?" Andrew asked Claire.

"But reason is not what governs love," Claire translated. She felt a bit proud of herself for being able to impress her classmates with her ability to speak French as well as translate it. Take that Madame Dubois she smirked wishing that her French teacher was here to witness this.

Suddenly, John but the torn book down and busied himself with scrambling a deck in cards from a shelf. "Big deal," John said, "nothing to do when you're locked in a vacancy."

"Speak for yourself," Andrew said, who had occupied himself with stretching for the past couple of hours.

John looked down at Andrew. "Do you think I'd speak for you? I don't even know your language."

Andrew felt that he couldn't have a decent conversation with this guy. Instead of conversing back with him, Andrew turned his back at John and turned his attention to Claire. "Hey," he said to her, "you grounded tonight?"

Claire shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. My mom said I was but my dad told me just to blow her off."

"There's a big party at Stubby's," Andrew said, "his parents are in Europe. It should be pretty wild."

If his parents are in France, they are the luckiest people in the world Claire thought. "Oh yeah?" she said to Andrew.

"Are you going to go?" Andrew asked her.

Claire shrugged again. "I doubt it."

"How come?" Andrew asked.

"'Cause if I do what my mother tells me not to do, it's because my father says it's okay. It's like this whole, big monster deal. It's endless. It's a total drag. It's like any minute…divorce," Claire explained.

John overheard the whole conversation between Andrew and Claire. "Who do you like better?" he asked her. When she stared at him with a perplexed look in her eyes, John clarified, "you like your old man better than your mom?"

"They're both screwed," Claire said.

"No I mean if you had to choose between them."

"I don't know," Claire shrugged again, "probably go and live with my brother. I mean, I don't think either one of them cares about me. It's like they use me just to get back at each other." And it had been an endless back and forth battle between them for as long as Claire could remember.

"HA!" Allison yelled at Claire causing everyone to turn around and look at her. Allison took a deep breath and let out a puff of air. At least for Claire she had parents that gave her all the attention regardless if it was using her against each other. Allison wished she could have that instead of being ignored. Through all the students that looked at her, the only one that gave her a smile was Andrew.

"Shut up," Claire said to Allison.

Andrew turned his eyes towards Claire. "You're just feeling sorry for yourself."

"Yeah well if I didn't nobody else would," Claire defended herself.

"Oh you're breaking my heart," Andrew sarcastically said.

"Hey Sporto," John called to him and Andrew faced him. He jumped off the table and looked at Andrew. "You get along with your parents?"

"Well if I say 'yes' then I'm an idiot right?" Andrew asked him.

John jumped over the railing and stood in front of Andrew and this was the first time where he noticed that he was shorter than John. "You're an idiot anyway," John said to him. "But if you say you get along with your parents, well, you're a liar too."

Andrew watched as John brushed past him and walked across the tables. He felt his nerves getting to him and he immediately walked over to John and gave him a push. He watched as John halted in his steps and turned around to face him. "You know something man?" Andrew said to him, "if we weren't in school, I'd waste you."

John held his hand between them. "Can you hear this?" he asked Andrew. "You want me to turn it up?" And he did so by presenting Andrew with the middle finger.

Brian pulled away from the wall and got between Andrew and John. "Hey fellas, I mean—" he placed both of his hands on their shoulders but both boys pulled away from him. "I don't like my parents either…I don't get along with them. Their idea of parental compassion is just, you know, wacko."

"Dork," John said as he looked at Brian, "you are a parents' wet dream okay?" he pat him on the shoulder and pushed him to sit down on the table where Susan was seating.

"That's the problem," Brian told him.

"Look," John said, "I can you getting all bunged up for them making you wear these kind of clothes, but face it, you're a neo-maxi-zoon dweebie. What would you be doing if you weren't out making yourself a better citizen?"

"Why do you have to insult everybody?" Andrew asked him.

John took a deep breath upon his interruption. "I am being honest," he said to him and then turned around to look at him. "And I would expect you to know the difference."

"He's got a name," Andrew said and then looked over at Brian. "What's your name?"

"Brian," Brian answered him.

"My condolences," John said to Brian and walked around the table.

At least now Susan knew his name. "Brian?" she echoed his name and watched as he turned around and looked at her.

Brian gave her a nod of his head. "Yeah, that's my name," he said to her.

Susan waited for him to ask what her name was but she could tell that he wasn't planning on doing that anytime soon. "My name is Susan," she introduced herself.

Brian had been expecting her to make fun of his name. At this point, he expected anything from anyone but upon her introduction, he gave her a small smile. "Nice to meet you," he said to her.

"Susan?" John asked as she turned around and looked at John.

"Yeah. Susan Quimby," Susan told him, "we have world history together. We came in late on Monday remember?"

"It's such a hard name to remember, and so easy to forget…like all 'great artists,'" John said to her.

"At least you remember the name Picasso," Susan said, "I'd be impressed if you knew his full name."

As John was about to make a comeback to her words, Claire jumped into the conversation. "What's your name?" she asked John.

John looked down at her. "What's yours?"

Claire was taken aback by his question. Everyone in the whole school knew who she was. She was even the runner up for prom queen and everyone at school knew about that. "Claire," she answered him.

"'Claire?'" John said her name.

"Claire," she said to him, "it's a family name."

"It's a fat girl's name," John said to her.

"Oh thank you," Claire sarcastically said, "I'm not fat."

"Not at present but I can see you pushing maximum density. You see, I'm not so sure if you know this but there are two kinds of fat people. There's fat people that were born to be fat and there's fat people that were once thin but they became fat," John explained.

As John explained to Claire about those types of people, Susan zoned out and turned her attention over to Brian. "So Brian," she said to him, "I don't think I've had you in any of my classes."

Brian got up from the table and turned around to face Susan. "I'm taking some honors and AP courses." Now that he thought about it, he hadn't seen Susan in any of his courses either.

"Any art courses?" she asked him and motioned for him to sit down next to her.

"No," Brian shook his head as he obliged to Susan's suggestion, "n-not yet anyways." He then glanced at her sketchpad and noticed a couple of faint drawings that she had done over the past couple of hours. "I take it you like to draw."

Susan looked down at her sketchpad and pushed it back inside her bag. "What gave it away?" Susan playfully asked him.

"You're sketchpad," Brian pointed out, causing Susan to chuckle at his attempts for not taking a joke.

Before Susan had the chance to strike up another conversation with Brian, she stopped when she saw Andrew stalking over to John and Claire. "I said leave her alone," Andrew said to Bender. Whatever the conversation was that John and Claire were having, really struck a nerve to Andrew.

John straightened himself and looked at Andrew. "You gonna make me?" he asked.

"Yeah," Andrew nodded. He straightened up when John walked over Claire's table and approached him.

John got up close to Andrew. "You and how many of your friends?" he asked.

"Just me," Andrew said, "just you and me. Two hits. Me hitting you, you hitting the floor. Anytime you're ready pal."

John smirked at Andrew's attempt at threatening him. He looked at the ground and then gently bought the back of his hands towards Andrew's face. However, Andrew was quick enough to grab his arm and twist it behind his back and pinning John to the ground.

Both Brian and Susan jumped in their seats when Andrew struck his arm out like a snake and grabbed John. Allison's jaw dropped when she noticed that a fight had finally broken out between them.

As for John, this was a situation that he had been in too many times in his life. At least this time, he didn't have a throbbing pain on his face when he faced the floor. His first instinct was to remain calm and not fight back but in another quick realization, he was aware that it was Andrew and not his father that had pinned him to the ground. "I don't want to get into this with you, man."

Andrew let go of John's arm and quickly jumped to his feet. "Why not?" he asked him.

John sprung up from the ground and simply said, "cause I'd kill you." He walked backwards and saw Andrew glaring at him. "It's real simple. I'd kill you and your parents would sue me and I'd be a big mess and I don't care enough about you to bother."

Andrew mumbled under his breath and turned his back on John. At that moment, he heard a metallic noise from behind him and turned around to see John with a switchblade in his hand. At that moment, Andrew felt his stomach drop. He was capable of fighting, but not when other people had weapons at hand. The chance of him being successful in that type of fighting were slim, especially when he risked in getting a cut.

John gave Andrew a challenging look before he took the switchblade and stabbed the chair with it.

A moment of relief came over Andrew and h faced John. "Let's end this right now," he said to John, "you don't talk to her. You don't look at her. And you don't even think about her! You understand me?" At that moment, Andrew noticed Allison grabbing John's switchblade from the chair. At least that object was out of John's grip.

"I'm trying to help her," John simply said.

Claire looked from Andrew to John. She appreciated Andrew's chivalry in stopping John. However, that imagery that John had described humiliated her, especially in a room full of people who knew her as the Princess of the school. Unlike the rest of her friends, Claire had her own set of goals and she hadn't partaken in any such activities that her other friends had. To have John point them out to her like that, it made her feel as if he knew her more than she knew herself.

Is it four o'clock yet? Claire thought as she glanced up at the clock. Not even close.