The Loner

Crystal Rose is a very stubborn, but very quiet teenage girl. Being one of those invisible teenagers in high school, Crystal unfortunately doesn't have any friends to point out how dangerous the road she's going down is. That is, until she just so happened to join a brain, an athlete, a basket-case, a princess, and a criminal in one Saturday detention. Crystal Rose-The Loner.


2. Well, well. Here we are

Crystal's POV

God, adults are so lucky. They don't have to go through all of the crap that teenagers do, especially in the hell hole that's apperently called high school. A total waste of time, if you ask me. All I do is sit in the back, away from everyone else during all of my classes, fiddling around with my pencil, secretly reading or writing, or just day dreaming as I pretend to listen to every word the teachers speak like total losers in front of the classrooms. That's totally ridiculous crap in my book, teachers actually thinking that we, teenagers, give a hang about any of this piles of horse shit coming out of their mouths five days a week until the clock strikes 2:30 in the afternoon. I'd rather be home working out or something like that that'll keep me on my toes. Don't ask me why. It's my buisness, nobody else's at all.

My father offered to drive me to school that Saturday morning, but I told him I'd rather walk. Hey, I did say when I'm home, I like to stay on my toes, so that counted me wanting to walk someplace else. My mother then offered me breakfast, but I just stared at the waffles, wide eyed a bit, right before I told her no thanks in my usual quiet tone. Without giving either of my parents a chance to say a single more word to me, I snatched up my book-bag, then walked out the front door, allowing it to slam shut behind me like I always did. The school was just a five minute walk from my house, and it was only 6:58. I had to be at the school and in the library to serve my Saturday detention by 7:06.

I hummed a tune quietly to myself, allowing my blonde bangs to dangle in front of my right, bluish-greenish eye as I walked, and regretfully, I made it to the school just as the clock striked 7:03, so I had an extra three minutes before the torture in Saturday detention began. I stuffed my hands in my light blue-jeans jackets pockets, flipping my long blonde hair over my shoulder by just shaking my head, not caring for my long bangs that were still dangling in front of my right eye.

As I entered the library, I was instantly greeted by the eyes of the princess of Shermer High School, Claire Standish. Andrew Clark, the best wrestler that I've seen on our schools wrestling team, was sitting only one seat away from the princess at the same table, a seat empty inbetween them. However, when Claire saw me eyeing the seat that rested between her and Andrew, she placed her arm on it, giving me a glare while doing so. Andrew didn't look at me until he actually realized that I was in the library, and he saw me scowling back at Claire. I didn't care though. I didn't want to sit with them anyway. They were nothing like me, being all that 'high-class' crap while I was just the one who blended in with the background.

That's when my eyes fixed on Brian Johnson, who was in my math and sciene classes, being the top honor roll from being such a smart lad, sitting at the table that was behind Andrew and Claire's table.

"I wouldn't sit there if I were you." I quietly spoke, and when Brian looked up at me from looking at the table, bored out of his mind, I couldn't help to form a smirk at him. However, he didn't seem to look at me in return like I was actually a human being as well. Then again, he properly didn't remember me, considering the fact I'm always quiet and the one who always wanted to be alone and do things indepentently.

"Why not?" Brian questioned me. He has to be kidding me! He has gym, history, and actual library with John Bender, the biggest and baddest troublemaker in high school history, but yet, Brian doesn't even know that he's sitting in the chair that John Bender always sits in.

I could've sworn I heard Claire whisper to Andrew, "What do you know? She actually talks.", but he didn't say anything back to her. I didn't say a word either. I only rolled my eyes, but formed my smirk at Brian again as I said the exact words, "You'll see.", then continued my way all the way to one of the two back desks of the library, where I pulled out a chair, then sat down, dropping my book-bag down along side me.

Brian kept his eyes on me until he heard the library door open again, which is when John Bender came strolling in, his heavy jacket being worn over his clothes with his black glasses on his face. He flipped his dark brunette hair as he snatched something from the main desk in the library, right before he focused his dark eyes on Brian, who nervously gazed back at him.

"I told him so..." I chuckled to myself, still smirking as I pulled a book out from my book-bag, then started reading from where I last left off. I peeked up a bit to witness Bender fly his fist away from Brian, meaning he was motioning him to get out of his chair. Brian instantly did so, grabbing his stuff and hiking away to the table that was across from Bender's, while Bender plopped himself down in his seat, using another chair to place his feet on without any cares.

Lastly, here came Alison Reynolds marching into the library, her hood covering the sides of her head as she watched her tennis shoes walk on the floor quickly. Brian, Claire, Andrew, Bender, and myself watched Alison until she took a seat at the table that was across from mine, plopping herself down so she couldn't see any of us looking at her.

I glared back forward when I heard Andrew and Claire actually exchanging snickers. That really made my blood boil. I shared art class with Alison, and boy, she was one heck of a fantastic artist. I've seen pretty much all of her pictures, all because I sit behind her in art class. We never talked to each other though. All she would do is stare at me like I was a psycho every time she caught me catching peeks of her artwork.

Just as I was about to go back to my reading, I caught Bender eyeing at my clothes, smirking at my knee-length, dark blue skirt, and baby-blue T-shirt that revealed my bellybutton. I clenched my teeth and shot him a death-mock stare, but all he did was continue to smirk as he looked away from me. I hated the schools dress code, that's for sure. No, that's not the reason why I'm actually in detention though.

Just then, here came Mr. Richard Vernon, the schools major pain in the butt principal, entering the room through the open door that led into the office with this facial expression on his face that just gave the message away that he hated his job, especially when having to spend that Saturday detention with five teenagers, including myself as six.

"Well, well, here we are..." Mr. Vernon examined the room, making sure all of us were here, is what I'm guessing. Nevertheless, I just rolled my eyes, going back to reading my book while Mr. Vernon kept up with his nonsense speaking.

"I want to congratulate you for being on time." He said sarcastically, which I just took as a compliment for more sarcasm to be added.

"Excuse me, sir." Claire raised her hand, interrupting Mr. Vernon before he could go on with what he wanted to say. Oh, great...bring on Ms. Spoiled Princess. "I think there's been some mistake. I know it's detention, but um..I don't think I belong in here." Claire informed with her little innocent princess tone. You can't be serious...I always knew that the princess was spoiled and selfish, but...actually, scartch that. I saw that comin'.

"It is now 7:06." Mr. Vernon announced, checking his watch as Brian did too. "You now have exactly eight hours and fifthy-four minutes to think about why you are here, ponder the error of your ways." I continued to read the entire time Mr. Vernon spoke, but I could still hear him, unfortuently. I suddenly heard a spitting sound, and when I peeked up a little, I saw Bender kicking back in his seat, opening his mouth to catch some of his spit that he had spit up in the air in the first place. I heard Claire make a disgusted yelp.

"Boys are clueless." I muttered to myself, focusing on my book once more after witnessing Bender catch his own spit again.

"You may not talk." Vernon warned, pointing a finger at Claire, who glanced back at him with a sort of startled look upon her face. I snickered to myself quietly, thinking that Mr. Vernon must've thought that Claire was the one who said that boys were clueless when it was truly me.

Then, just as Brian was about to slide over into the other seat beside him, Mr. Vernon said, "You will not move from these seats.", which instantly had Brian sliding back into the other chair that he was already sitting in the first place.

"You will not read." Vernon growled at me, then pointing his pointer finger over at me. I froze, instantly shooting my eyes up at him as he glared at me. I formed a scowl right back.

"How come we can't read?!" I objected, my voice angry, but more soft than anything. Nobody but Vernon could hear me then since he was standing in front of the table I was sitting at then. "We're in a library for cryin' out loud!" I pointed out.

"Watch your tongue, young lady! Watch it!" Vernon warned me, which I rolled my eyes for him to see. "Keep that attitude of yours up, and I'll give you another Saturday detention!"

I didn't say anything. I didn't get a chance to. All I did was close my book and slip it back into my book-bag, just as Mr. Vernon grabbed the extra chair that Bender was placing his feet on and yanked it out from underneath, exclaiming at Bender, "And you will not sleep!"

"Alright people, we're going to try something a little bit differently today. We are going to write an essay. No less than a thousand words." Vernon instructed, starting with Alison and then heading over to me to hand out the pieces of paper and pencils, continuing to hand them out to the others as he went on.

"This a test?" Bender questioned, but Vernon ignored him, as if he didn't even speak up. Bender picked his feet back up from the floor once again, placing them both on the table this time for Vernon to witness himself.

"And when I say essay, I mean essay. I do not mean a single word repeated a thousand times." Vernon stated, giving Claire and Andrew their pieces of paper and pencils then.

"I love to write, but why would anybody care who I think I am?" I questioned myself under my breath, then going on with almost every word in the book.

"Is that clear, Mr. Bender?" Vernon asked.

"Crystal." Bender uncaringly answered, not looking at Vernon when replying. At first, I thought Bender was saying my name, but that's impossible. No one really knew my name at this school, except the teachers and janitor, so it's impossible if Bender of all people would know it.

"Ms. Rose, what about you?" Mr. Vernon glanced at me. All I was doing was playing with my pencil, rolling it back and forth on the table without any cares.

"Yeah, yeah." I answered, my voice still so, so soft and uncaring towards Mr. Vernon, which he just formed a scowl over, but I didn't care at all.

"Good," Vernon nodded "maybe you'll learn a little something about yourself. Maybe you'll decide whether or not you'll care to return."

Brian raised his hand, right before he stood up from his chair, interrupting Mr. Vernon. Everyone, except Alison, stared at Brian as he spoke.

"Ah, yeah, I can answer that right now, sir. And that'd be 'no', no for me 'cause-"

"Sit down, Johnson." Vernon ordered, pointing down at the chair that Brian was sitting in.

"..Thank you, sir." Brian bowed his thanks, right before he took his seat back down in his chair like he was told to do, keeping his mouth now shut.

"My office," Vernon warned, just as Bender eyed Brian for a single moment, and then glanced back at Vernon without any desires of listening, just like me. "Is right across that hall. Any monkey buisness is ill-advised. Any questions?" How ridiculous can this man get? First, he actually thinks we'll write an one thousand-worded essay, then he continues talking like any of us care, and lastly, he asks us if we have any questions with Bender being a troublemaker and all.

"Yeah, I got a question." Bender spoke "does Barry Manilow know you raid his wardrobe?" I couldn't help to smirk at that, but I gazed down at the table so Mr. Vernon couldn't see my face. The last thing I need is to spend another Saturday detention with new students who just look at me like a freak, just because I'm quiet.

"I'll give you the answer to that question, Mr. Bender, next Saturday." Vernon snarled, pointing one of his pointer fingers at Bender again. "Don't mess with the bull, young man. You'll get the horns."

I rolled my eyes at Mr. Vernon's totally cliche saying, and I kept looking down at the table I was sitting at until I heard his footsteps no longer in the room.

"That man," Bender stated, pointing one of his fingers in the direction that Vernon left. "Is a brownie hound."

Just then, as I continued to play with my pencil a bit more since I was bored out of mind, and there was no way I was going to write the stupid essay, Bender turned around in his seat to see me. I peeked back up at him, my greenish-bluish eyes giving off a cold message just towards Bender.

"For a small one, you got a big mouth." Bender smirked at me, but I only glared at him in return. I wasn't tall, but I wasn't short either. I was straight in the middle, built to be with 'The Hour Glass' shape, meaning I got great curves with my hips, but I didn't see the greatness in the way I looked. Never did, never will.

"I didn't know you actually talked." Bender began snickering at me. I was eager to tell him to shut the hell up, but I wasn't going to allow him to get a rise out of me. All I did was continue to scowl at him. "What's the matter?" Bender went on, finding it fun to tease me, but I could tell he was really looking for a reaction of some sort out of me. "Come on, blondie...what is it? Cat got your tongue?" Bender chuckled, but all I did was raise one of my middle fingers, flicking him off. For some reason, he only smirked at that. Like I said, boys are clueless.

Suddenly, there was this sudden biting noise echoing in the new silence of the library. I was the only one who knew what that noise was and was used to it, because I heard it often in art class. Claire, Andrew, and Brian turned around in their seats, Claire wearing a disgusted look, while Andrew's was just ordinary, Brian's was like saying "Oh my god.", and Bender's wide eyes with the message "You've got to be kidding me!" All I did though was look where the sound was coming from with an ordinary look on my face too, and there I saw that I was right. Alison was biting on her nails, nibbling and chewing at them without any cares.

Alison chewed a nail that was in her mouth, but just as she was about to open her mouth again to bite another nail of hers, she stopped and turned her head, peeking over at Claire, Andrew, and Brian at first, right before she glanced over at me and Bender. Not caring about our facial expressions though, she just took another bite of one of her nails for all of us to see.

"You keep eating your hand, you're not going to be hungry for lunch." Bender informed. He shouldn't have said that, because the nail that Alison took a bite of next, she spit it at his direction. Nonetheless, she didn't say a single word. That's Alison for you. She rarely talks, just like me, just still, she actually does talk more than I do. The word 'lunch', however, made my stomach jump. Why, oh why, did Bender have to say something like that?

"I've seen you before, you know." Bender informed Alison, right before he turned his head in my direction. "You, too." He then spoke.

"Congratulations." I sarcastically spoke up finally, my voice a bit louder than what it usually is so everyone could hear me, and I rolled my eyes. "You've actually seen a basket-case and a loner 'round. Would you like a prize?"

Another smirk curled up on Bender's face. "You're a mighty sassy one for someone who keeps her mouth shut all throughout school hours."

"Go to hell, Bender." I snarled, now back to my extremely soft and quiet tone that only Bender and Alison could hear since they were closer to the back with me. Bender, however, continued to smirk, Alison looking back and forth from him to me, but before Bender could say another word, Mr. Vernon peeked into the room from across the hall in his office. I rolled my eyes and looked back down at the table, while Bender smirked in front of him, and Alison looked away from us all.

Just then, just as Bender was about to gaze back around at me when Mr. Vernon was no longer looking, his eyes locked on Brian, who was doing this strange thing with his pen, hooking a part of it onto his bottom lip and moving it around. Bender leaned over, resting his arms flatly on his legs as his hands dangled off his knees from the wrists down, and his dark eyes stared without blinking at all at Brian.

"I'm a walrus." Brian chuckled quietly to himself, but as he started moving the upper part of his pen up his nose, he stopped and peeked over at Bender, realizing how he was staring him down like he was some tough animal tracking down its pray. Embarrassedly, Brian looked away from Bender, taking the pen off of his bottom lip before he gazed back at him, trying to give him a grin, but he was too embarrassed to succeed correctly. Bender pulled off his red scarf, still keeping his eyes directly on Brian, not blinking at all. Just then, as Bender took his feet off from the table, he and Brian both made a move to take off their coats. Nevertheless, after realizing they were both doin' it at the same time, Bender continued as Brian slowly placed his jacket back on. After removing his jacket fully, Bender went back into staring at Brian in the same position. I wasn't a fan at all of Bender, and I could tell he wasn't a fan of me, just because he was loud and wreckless, while I was quiet and ordinary.

Then, Brian said something that I didn't quite catch because it was just extremely weird in my book, so I only cocked my eyebrow and rolled my eyes yet again, muttering to myself many cuss words.

"Why must I be stuck in here?" I mumbled, thinking no one could hear me, but I was proven wrong when I saw Bender smirk at me yet again. I seriously didn't like that boy. Nonetheless, when I didn't say anything else, Bender turned back around in his chair, eyeing the princess. I can tell Bender was goin' to be working on picking up yet another broad today. Smirking wider, Bender crumbled up his piece of paper, not caring to aim afterwards, and he tossed it, but instead of it hitting Claire like he wanted, it flew inbetween her and Andrew. No wonder Bender sucked when his gym class practices baseball outside.

With nobody still saying anything, Bender decided it was time for things to get musical. I don't know what he was humming out loud, but he started 'singing' this song as he tapped his foot a little bit while doing so. I let out an annoyed sigh to myself, right before I searched through my book-bag again, then pulled my book that I was reading back out, not caring about Vernon's rule on not reading.

"I can't believe this is really happening to me." Claire mumbled. My guess, she only wanted Andrew to hear that, but she's not the worlds best whisperer at all. Not by a long shot.

"Suck it up, princess." I announced, only going loud for another moment so everyone could hear what I was saying. Claire instantly turned around in her chair, her face starting to turn red like her cherry-red hair.

"Why don't you shut up?!" Claire exclaimed at me, and through our little 'conversation', Bender continued humming this song that was playing in his head as he tapped his foot and played an air guitar.

"Excuse me, but I think I have the right to talk." I said.

"You never talk during school! Why must it change now?! I even disliked you less before you even started talking!" Claire annoyingly informed me. Okay, I admit that, that hurt, but I wasn't going to allow any sign of it to show.

"Princess, I bet we all hate being here, so there's no reason to really be complaining." I pointed out.

"Just shut your mouth and leave me alone." Claire growled at me, right before she turned back around in her chair. Just then, Bender stopped humming his little song and somewhat yelped, "Oh shit!"

Claire looked back over her shoulder as Andrew peeked a little over his as well, and I forced myself to look at Bender myself, while Brian only listened, and Alison only minded her own buisness, as if she didn't hear Bender cuss.

"What are we supposed to do if we have to take a piss?" Bender demanded to know, but without giving any of us a chance to answer, just as Andrew rolled his eyes and glanced back in front of him, and Claire muttered an "Oh my god." to herself, Bender placed his hands underneath the table, grabbing a hold of his jeans zipper. Oh my god...this boy is crazy.

"You gotta go, you gotta go." Bender declaired, tugging down his jeans zipper. Andrew instantly turned around in his seat, while Claire looked over her shoulder again, but she said another "Oh my god.", this one being a bit more serious for the princess, and she instantly looked back forward. Me, on the other hand, clenched my eyes shut and looked up at the ceiling.

"Hey, you're not urinating in here, man." the sound of Andrew's voice spoke up towards Bender, and as I decided to take a little peek past Bender and at Andrew, I witnessed him slimly take a small look under Bender's table just for about three seconds, just to make sure Bender wasn't kidding around with us to gross us out or anything.

"Don't talk. It makes it crawl back up." Bender informed. Brian then took a little peek under Bender's table from where he was sitting, taking just a little observation to make sure Bender wasn't bluffing. I swear, I'll never understand guys and their boy minds.

"You whip it out and you're dead before the first drop hits the floor." Andrew warned, his eyes giving off how he was truly dead serious.

"...You're pretty sexy when you get angry. Grrr..." Bender joked, which made Andrew's face turn red as he turned back around in his seat. Bender pulled his zipper back up then, so I could finally stop gazing up at the ceiling while taking a couple of short peeks at all that was going on.

About three seconds of quietness past until Bender looked over at Brian and said, "Hey! Homeboy! Why don't you go close that door, we'll get the prom queen and the loner impregnated."

My eyes narrowed with such rage as I clenched my teeth behind my closed lips, and I could've sworn I felt my face starting to heat up so much that it felt like I was about to burst into flames. I could tell that Claire was just as angry, because she instantly smacked her hand down on hers and Andrew's table, then flashed herself back around in her chair to face Bender, who just stared back at her like he didn't say anything.

"Hey," Andrew instantly spoke up, not liking what he was hearing. "Hey!"

"What?" Bender sassed back, now shooting glaring eyes at Andrew.

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

Bender narrowed his eyes in a mocking manner. "Totally?" he joked.

"..Totally." Andrew confirmed.

Just as Bender was getting ready to say something back, Claire beat him to it. "Why don't you shut up?! Nobody here's interested!"

That's when Bender turned back around in his seat so he could see me. Claire, Andrew, and Brian looked at me too, just because they knew Bender was about to say something about me, while Alison just peeked over.

"Little Ms. Loner doesn't seem like she's objectin' to anything." Bender smiled at me, but of course, I only glared back, knowing he was trying to push my buttons.

"I said it once, and I'll say it again..." I growled "Bender. Go. To. Hell."

"I'll see you there, blondie." Bender smirked more, while I just released more soft growls to myself, biting my tongue so I wouldn't give Bender what he wanted.

"Butt-face." Andrew mumbled as he turned back around in his seat with Claire doing the same.

"Well, hey, sporto, what'd you do to get in here?" Bender challenged "forget to wash your jock?"

"Ah, excuse me fellas, I think we should just write our papers." Brian suggested. Damn, you're kidding me, right?! Even when it's not actual school stuff that'll be graded, Brian's going to do it?! What's wrong with him?! The only ones I really think that are alright in this Saturday detention with me is Alison, even though she doesn't seem like she's that much of a fan of me, and Andrew, because...actually, I don't really know a reason for him. I just feel alright towards him.

"Look, just because you live in here doesn't give you the right to be a pain in the ass, so knock it off!" Andrew bellowed at Bender, as if the two of them didn't hear what Brian just said.

Bender hesitated only for a moment, before nodding his head and saying, "It's a free country."

Andrew quickly turned himself back around in his chair. At least that gave it away in my eyes that he was the type of guy who attempted keeping his anger contained, and he was very protective.

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

Bender flipped his hair, which is when I caught a small look at his earrings, but all I did was attempt going back to reading my book.

"Sweets," Bender addressed Claire, and she instantly peeked over her shoulder at him. A smirk curled up on Bender's lips as he then said, "You couldn't ignore me if you tried!"

It looked like to me that the facial expression Claire was giving Bender was her way of telling him "Just watch me!", and she flashed me the same thing before she turned back around in her seat, not saying a single word. What'd I do to deserve that glare?!

Alison was now watching the whole thing, just like I was, but all Brian was doing was continue to try to think about how he should start his paper. Have fun with that, Brian. I ain't doin' a crumby essay.

"So..." Bender tapped his foot against the floor a bit. "So! Are you guys like boyfriend, girlfriend?...Steady dates?...Lovers?" When seeing how Andrew was starting to tap the table with his pencil to remain where he was, and how Claire was just looking down at her paper, Bender knew he had to try a different approach to get to them. He flashed his phony puppy dog eyes and pout. "Come on, sporto, level with me. Did you slip her the hot beer injection?" Bender questioned.

Instantly, Bender was greeted by "GO TO HELL!" and "ENOUGH!" as Claire and Andrew scowled at him when they both turned themselves quickly around.

"Hey!" came Vernon's voice from his office across the hall. "What's going on in there?!" Nonetheless, instead of getting any response, all he got was complete silence. I was sure as heck not going to risk speaking up. I'm the quiet one after all. Besides, this was Claire's, Andrew's, and Bender's fight. I wasn't a part of it, and I wasn't about to become a part of it.

"Scumbag..." Andrew hissed to himself, referring to Bender as he turned back around in his chair. Claire did the same thing. Alison and I were both still hooked on listening and watching the whole thing.

"...What do you say we close that door?" Bender asked, standing up from his seat and walking over to some of the bars, where he pushed himself up and sat on as he continued talking. "We can't have any hot party with Vernon checking on us every few seconds."

"Well, you know the doors are supposed to stay open." Brian pointed out.

"So what?" Bender objected, obviously not caring about the rules. What kind of criminal would, I thought to myself with a single roll of my eyes.

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

"God, you can count, see I knew you had to be smart to be a- a wrestler." Bender mockingly spoke, still chilling where he was on the railing.

"Who the hell are you to judge anyone anyway?" Andrew questioned. Thank God Andrew said that. I've been wanting to ever since Bender started trying to push my buttons when he first started talking to me.

"Really." Claire agreed, which instantly had Bender looking at her. What? Me and the princess actually have somethin' in common? We both actually agree on that about Bender? Wow, I didn't expect that.

"You know, Bender, you don't even count," Andrew snarled. I stood from my seat, just so I could sit back down on the table. "You know, if you disappeared forever, it wouldn't make a difference. You may as well not even exsist at this school."

"Finally, someone sees it my way." I spoke. Right then, I could've sworn I saw Andrew flashing me a small grin, but I wasn't so sure, so I just looked down at my book that was now on my lap when Bender gave me a glare, before he and Alison gazed at each other, and finally, he looked back at Andrew and Claire.

"Well, I'll just run right out and join the wrestling team." Bender came out and said what was on his mind, but surprisingly, I couldn't laugh at this, unlike Claire and Andrew, who were already starting to snicker. What's next? Is Bender going to bring up the prep club and student council?

"Maybe the prep club, too..student council." Bender then added. Okay, seriously? Can he read minds or something?

"Nah. They wouldn't take ya." Andrew told the criminal, which I couldn't help to agreeing to. Who wants a thug on student council? A criminal in the prep club? A teenager in general who carries around a switchblade that nobody actually knew he had, minus me. I've seen him slip it out in some classes I shared with him, only so he could carve messages on the desks and whatnot.

"I'm hurt." Bender faked a little huff of pain in what Andrew just said.

"You know why guys like you knock everything?" the princess came into the conversation, her eyes focusing on the criminal, but her hands fiddling around with her pencil a bit.

"Oh, this should be stunning." Bender sarcastically said.

"It's because you're afraid." Claire said. What?! John Bender?! Afraid?! Those two words just don't mix at all! There's no way in hell Claire's correct about that!

"Oh god," Bender huffed "you richies are so smart, that's exactly why I'm not heavy in activities."

"You're a big coward." I interrupted the talk just between the jock, the princess, and the criminal, which instantly made the three of them to gaze at me, with Alison and Brian also watching but staying out of it.

"Stay out of this, little Ms. Nobody!" Bender snapped at me.

"Well, it's the truth." I smirked, right before I looked back at my book. The name Bender called me rang in my head. I truly hated being called a nobody by others, but that didn't stop me from calling myself a nobody in my mind and whenever I saw my reflection.

"I'm in the math club." I heard Brian share, but I didn't care to say anything back to him. Neither did Bender, Claire, or Andrew, who were instantly sinking back into their own conversation. Alison, on the other hand, just remained silent.

"So you're afraid that they won't take you, you don't belong, so you just have to dump all over it." Claire explained to Bender, who just took in a breath and formed a short pause as he stared off into the distance.

"Well," Bender spoke, finally glancing back at Claire and Andrew both as he went on. "It wouldn't have anything to do with you activities people being assholes? Now would it?" To my surprise, I actually heard Bender suddenly whistle at me, but not in a flirty manner. He wanted to get my attention. Surprisingly, the bad boy who told me to stay out of his chat with the two higher-class students, was now trying to get me back into it.

"What?" I uncaringly glanced at Bender.

"I could use some opinion of yours are one who doesn't fit in and all." Bender pointed out.

I smacked one of my hands down flat onto the tables surface, exclaiming at Bender, "Look, I know I'm a loner, but you don't have to keep pointing out the fact that I'm an outsider!"

"Maybe you wouldn't be an outsider if you actually joined in some activity yourself." Bender smirked.

"I don't see you actually goin' overjoyed from wantin' to sign up for some activity! I ain't 'bout to join 'em preps either! They got everythin', and would just treat me the same way that they do now!" I snapped, my voice snarling like a furious dog who just had its bone yanked away.

Claire turned around in her chair, glaring at me like she usually would. "You know crap 'bout us, 'Ms. Rose'. I think it's best if you just keep your mouth shut. You don't know any of us." Claire then turned her head to look at Bender, adding on, "You don't either."

"Well, I don't know any lepers either, but I'm not gonna go out and join one of their fuckin' clubs." Bender growled, speaking for himself, as if I didn't even talk in this conversation.

"Hey, let's watch the mouth, huh?" Andrew said. Thank you once again, Andrew! I hated how bad Bender was cussing that day, and we still had plenty of time to spend with each other that Saturday. I only cussed when somebody got on my last nerves, or I'm using self-defense.

"I'm in the physics club, too." Brian said. Dang, does he still believe that any of us are paying any attention to what clubs he's in?

"Excuse me a sec," Bender told the two preps, right before he glanced on over to Brian, one of his eyebrows now cocked. "What are you babbling about?"

"Well, what I'd said was, I'm in the math club, the Latin club, and the physics club." Brian pointed his pen at three of his fingers when naming the three clubs that he was in. An idea then flicked on in my mind, forcing a tiny grin to spread across my face. I could tell Bender must've been thinking something like I was as well, because he was now fixing his eyes back on Claire.

"Hey...cherry." Bender addressed Claire by her hair color, and she stared at him life he was crazy. "Do you belong to the physics club?"

"That's an academic club." Claire pointed out.

"So?" I came into the conversation once more, my voice back to being so soft.

"So academic clubs aren't the same as other kinds of clubs." Claire shook her head at me.

"Ah," Bender said "but to dorks like him, they are." Bender pointed at Brian when bringing up him being a dork. Nevertheless, all Claire did was roll her eyes as she looked away from Bender.

"What do you guys do in your club?" Bender asked Brian.

"In physics, we-we-ah, we talk about physics, ah properties of physics." Brian explained.

"So it's sort of social." I interrupted Brian before I could've became knocked out from being so bored to death about hearing which clubs he was in and what they did in his clubs.

"Demented and sad, but social. Right?" Bender surprisingly agreed with me. Boy, we still have many hours left with each other, and I've already been surprised at least five times. Claire gave Bender a mocking/annoyed grin-like look before looking away from him again.

I didn't care to listen to Brian's entire story about this end of the year party he had with one of his clubs with them getting dressed up and all that, but what I did catch was at the end when Claire commented with, "Only burners like you and possibly 'Ms. Rose' get high. Maybe that explains why she's so quiet."

"Shut your lip-gloss covered mouth before I shut it for ya, Ms. Royal Pain!" I warned "I don't ever get high!"

Claire gave me one of her annoyed glares before turning back around in her chair, while Brian went on and on about something with his fathers shoes and about his cousin getting high or something like that. I peeked up from my book once more and looked over at Alison from where I was, seeing her chewing on the bottom of her pen and pointing a finger gun at Brian, releasing the trigger and letting it go off, which I couldn't help to smirk over.

"Look, you guys keep up your talking and Vernon is gonna come right in here!" Andrew warned "I got a meet this Saturday and I'm not gonna miss it on the count of you boneheads!"

"Oh, and wouldn't that be a bite, huh?" Bender hissed, making his tone sound like he was wrestling somebody. "Ooohhahh! Missin' a whole wrestlin' meet!"

"Well, you wouldn't know anything about it, faggot! You never competed in your whole life!" Andrew scowled.

Bender formed a smirk for a second, but then pretended to start crying, even though he was continuing to smile. "Oh, I know! And 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!"

Finally, I thought to myself. He admits it! I chuckled very softly to myself at my own words that were resting on my mind, but I didn't bother to say them out loud.

"Ah, you'd never miss it. You don't have any goals." Andrew pointed out, looking back in front of it.

"Oh, but I do." Bender said.

"Yeah?" The jock then pretended to sound interested as he gazed back at the criminal, who knew that he was only pretending.

"I wanna be just like you. I figure all I need is a lobotomy and tights." Bender smirked at his own joke, which just left Andrew looking at him like he just lost his mind.

"You wear tights?" Brian questioned, which instantly drew over Andrew's attention.

"No, I don't wear tights." Andrew responded "I wear the required uniform."

"..Tights." Brian gave his head a little nod.

"Shut up!" Andrew ordered the brain, his face already starting to glow to the shade of red from his anger starting to get to him now towards his 'required uniform'. I couldn't help but smirk at that though, and when I peeked over at Alison again, I could tell that she couldn't help smirking either, because that's what she was doing underneath that dark hair of hers that was shagged up in her face, as she doodled and scribbled around on her piece of paper.

Before anybody could say another word, we heard a noise coming from Mr. Vernon's office. Quickly, I reclosed my book and leaped back down in my seat, slipping my book back into my book-bag afterwards, then I picked up my pencil, acting like I was writing my essay. As for Bender, he rushed over to Andrew's and Claire's table, where he yanked out the seat that rested inbetween the two of them then plopped himself down in it, folding his hands together as he gazed in front of him.

Nonetheless, I knew that everything was clear when I heard Bender let out a small, "Whoo!" for everyone in the library to hear, right before he stood back up from the seat that he sat down in, then started his way towards the door.

"Uh, there's not supposed to be any monkey buisness." Brian reminded, but all Bender did was turn around to look at him as he pointed one of his fingers at him, acting like Vernon as he said, "Young man, have you finished your paper?!"

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