Soon everything went quiet. The disheveled girl in the back bit her fingernails loudly. The five other detainees glanced towards the back as they listened to the loud clicking, staring incredulously. The dark haired girl just stared back through her thick bangs with a glowering expression. Then resumed biting her fingernail.

"You keep eating your hand," Bender said cleverly. "You're not gonna be hungry for lunch."

With an angry look, the mystery girl just spit her fingernail at him. Bender seemed unbothered by this. The rest were disgusted. Sheila wasn't sure what to think of this girl. She was kind of weird.

"I've seen you before," Bender said.

There was a creak of a chair from across the hall. The head of the vice principal glanced at the six detainees in the library. After a few seconds, Vernon disappeared from view.

Sheila turned back around, wrapping her finger around a lock of hair. Honestly, she wasn't going to write this stupid essay. She glanced over at Brian who was quietly mumbling "who are you" a few times, then took a pen and hung it on his lip.

"I'm a walrus," he murmured.

Sheila bit her lip as she watched Brian, holding back a laugh. He looked so silly.

Bender watched the geek make a fool out of himself with a dumbfounded look. Brian laughed sheepishly as he took the pen out of his nose and off his lip. He made a shrug and was about to take off his jacket, then noticed Bender was doing the same. Feeling uncomfortable by his staring, Brian put his jacket back on and pretended to warm his hands up like he was cold.

Bender threw a paper wad at Claire and Andrew—who ignored him. He then made some bored humming notes, playing air guitar.

"Can't believe this is happening to me," Claire whined to Andrew.

"Oh shit!" Bender exclaimed all of a sudden. "What are we supposed to do if we have to take a piss?"

Claire and Andrew both rolled their eyes. They were really wishing they were sitting somewhere else other than in front of this moron.

"Oh please..." Claire groaned.

The burnout shrugged and started to unzip his pants. "Oh well! When you gotta go, you gotta go."

Sheila and Claire made disgusted faces at the very idea of Bender using the library as his own personal toilet. Andrew turned around, hearing the delinquent making grunting noises.

"Hey, you're not urinating in here, man!" Andrew said.

"Don't talk! Don't talk!" Bender exclaimed. "It makes it crawl back up."

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

"You're pretty sexy when you get angry," Bender teased with a growl.

After a beat, Bender fixed his pants and then turned his attention to Brian who was trying to think about what to write for his essay.

"Hey, homeboy, why don't you close that door...we'll get the girls impregnated," the delinquent said. Then pointed at Claire, "I'll take the prom queen."

The princess turned around with a wide eyed expression of shock and anger. Andrew turned around and glared at Bender. Sheila merely scoffed. The criminal ignored the populars glares and looked over at Sheila, sizing her up.

"You can have at it with the Teacher's Pet, Dweeb," Bender continued, pointing to Brian and her. "She's got some great childbearing hips for your skinny children."

Brian stared in absolute shock at hearing this suggestion by the burnout. Blinking his eyes a few times, he looked over at Sheila, who had an equally shocked expression. He had to admit that Sheila was pretty girl, but he had just met her. They didn't even know each other. Plus he didn't think Sheila would be interested in someone like him. He was a nerd. He wasn't exactly good looking like Andrew or Bender.

Sheila was...well, he wasn't sure what kind of person she was. She didn't seem interested in being with the popular crowd. One thing he knew for sure was she liked making a fool out of Mr. Vernon (like Bender but maybe not so much borderline criminal behavior).

Sheila let out a scoff, shaking her head at this idea.

"Oh well, thank YOU for finding me a perfect match, matchmaker," Sheila quipped sarcastically, using a line from the play Fiddler on the Roof. "But please stay out of my childbearing hips and mind your own dick."

Andrew, Claire and Brian sniggered at Sheila's witty remark. Bender didn't seem bothered by her barbs, but was liking the challenge already.

"It's pretty impressive. Wanna peek?" Bender said with a salacious smirk.

Claire made a disgusted face as she heard them about sex. Despite her being popular, the thought of having sex disgusted her. Especially if it was with Bender.

"Oh yea! I'm sure it is!" Sheila said snidely with an eye roll.

"Last chance, Teacher's Pet," Bender offered.

"Yea...I don't think anyone here wants to see your twig and dingle berries," Sheila shot back. "...which I suggest you double bag it since nobody knows where that has been."

"What's 'double bag it'?" asked Brian naively.

"It's when you have to put a rubber on twice, dork," Bender answered. Then smirked at Sheila, "Sure, this baby's got a few miles on it, but I think you might enjoy riding it."

Sheila scoffed, shaking her head. This pervert was annoying as fuck. Andrew turned around, getting pissed off by Bender's sexual comments towards the girls.

"Hey! HEY!" Andrew exclaimed.

"What?" Bender asked innocently.

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

"Totally?" Bender said with mock surprise.

"Totally!" Andrew responded with seriousness.

"Would you just shut up? Nobody here is interested," Claire said.

"Uh, excuse me fellas," Brian interjected, wanting the group to stay focused. "Maybe we should just write our papers."

"Look, just because you live here doesn't give you the right to be a pain in the ass," said the jock irritated. "So KNOCK IT OFF!"

"It's a free country," the criminal said smugly.

Andrew turned around, frustrated by Bender's endless taunting. He straightened up, jutting his jaw out. He was so close to beating the shit out of the criminal.

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

Flipping his dark hair, Bender turned his attention to Claire, giving her a charming smile.

"Sweets," he said. "You couldn't ignore me if you tried."

Claire rolled her eyes, turning forward.

"Doesn't that mean she can ignore you if she doesn't try?" Sheila quipped with a shrug.

Bender looked confused; he tried to work the logic of what the Teacher's Pet had said, staring dumbly. Claire and Andrew sniggered.

"Oh gee! Sorry, Bender. I didn't mean to make your brain bleed," Sheila remarked wittily.

"Whatever," he scoffed.

Bender relaxed a bit and leaned forward towards Andrew and Claire.

"So..." he began. "So! Are you two like boyfriend/girlfriend?"

The two of them ignored him, looking down at their desks.

"Steady dates?" he teased.

They still didn't answer him.

"Lo-vers?"

Still not getting any response from the two of them. Bender smirked and decided to push their limits.

"C'mon, Sporto, level with me," Bender taunted. "Did you slip her the hot beef...injection?"

The two popular kids turned around and yelled together angrily at the criminal, who had a shit-eating grin on his face.

"GO TO HELL!"

"ENOUGH!"

"Hey! What's going on in there?!" Vernon yelled back.

After hearing a long silence from the library, the man shook his head and went back to reading his newspaper.

"Spoiled little pricks," Vernon muttered.

"Scumbag," Andrew whispered, shaking his head.

Bender stood up, checking to make sure Vernon wasn't looking.

"What do you say we close that door?" he said, getting up from his seat and hopping on the banister to sit. "We can't have any kind of party with Vernon checking up on us every few seconds."

"Y'know, the door's supposed to stay open," said Brian.

"So what?" Bender said apathetic.

"So why don't you just shut up?" Andrew said irritated. "There's five other people in here, you know?"

"God, you can count," Bender said derisively. "I knew you had to be smart to be, uh, a wrestler."

"Who the hell are you to judge anybody anyway?" Andrew said snidely.

"Really," Claire added in agreement with a snobby attitude.

"You know, Bender, you don't even count. If you disappeared forever...it wouldn't make any difference," the jock said harshly. "You may as well not even exist at this school."

Sheila was shocked by this comment. Sure, Bender was an asshole, that was true. But this comment was just cold. The disheveled girl looked up, taking an interest in the conversation for the first time.

"Little harsh, don't you think, Andy?" Sheila said with a frown.

"Yea, and so what, Funny Girl?" Andrew said uncaring. "You don't even know Bender like we do anyways."

Bender took a second to absorb the hit, carefully considering a response. Sheila could tell he was wounded, but pushed away his hurt feelings.

"Well...I'll just run right out and join the wrestling team," Bender replied sarcastically. "Maybe the prep club too. Student council."

The Jock and the Princess just laughed derisively.

"Nah. They wouldn't take you," said Andrew, shaking his head.

"I'm hurt," Bender replied with mock offense.

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

"Oh this should be stunnig," Bender replied rolling his eyes.

"It's because you're afraid."

"Oh God! You richies are so smart! That's EXACTLY why I'm not heavy in activities."

"You're a big coward," Claire snapped.

"I'm in the Math club," Brian added almost quietly.

Sheila glanced at Brian with an arched eyebrow. What was he doing? It seemed he was attempting to join the conversation, but was doing a pretty poor job at doing so.

"You see, you're afraid they won't take you," Claire added. "You don't belong so you dump all over it."

"I'm in the Latin club..." Brian continued to add. Sheila watched as Brian was failing miserably at joining the conversation with the cool kids.

"Well, it wouldn't have had anything to do with you activities people..." Bender retorted. "...being assholes now, would it?"

"Well, you wouldn't know. You don't know any of us," said Claire.

"Well, I don't know any lepers either," Bender replied. "But I'm not gonna run out and join any one of their fuckin' clubs."

"Let's watch the mouth, huh," Andrew warned.

"How 'bout the detention club?" Sheila suggested jokingly. "You can be president, Bender."

Bender made a sarcastic laugh. "Very clever, Teacher's Pet," he said.

"I'm in the Physics Club too," Brian mumbled.

Bender turned his attention to Brian after seeing him trying to join the conversation with some random mumblings about clubs he was in.

"Scuse me a sec..." Bender said. "What're you babbling about?"

"W-what I said was...I'm in the Math Club...uh, the Latin Club, and the, uh, Physics Club..." Brian repeated, counting his fingers.

"Hey...Cherry, Do YOU belong to the Physics club?" asked Bender, looking at Claire.

"That's an academic club."

"So?"

"So academic clubs aren't the same as any other clubs," Claire said rolling her eyes.

"Ah. But to dorks like him, they are..." Bender said, pointing at Brian.

After a beat, he turned his attention to Brian.

"What do you guys do in your club?"

"In Physics, well, we, uh..." Brian mumbled. "W-we talk about physics, properties of physics."

"So it's sort of social," Bender summarized. "Demented and sad, but social, right?"

"W-well I guess you can consider it a social situation," Brian said. "Um, I mean there are other children in my club...."

It was then Bender looked at Sheila, ignoring Brian's tangent about his clubs. "How about you, Teacher's Pet? Do YOU belong to any clubs?"

"Me?" Sheila said. "Clubs aren't really my thing. I do make an exception if they play rad tunes and serve stiff drinks."

Bender seemed mildly impressed by the Teacher's Pet. Andrew glanced over at Vernon's office, knowing they weren't supposed to be talking.

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

"And wouldn't that be a bite. Missin' a whole wrestlin' meet," Bender mocked grunting like he was wrestling.

"You wouldn't know anything about it, asshole!" Andrew said, his temper flaring. "You never competed your whole life."

"Oh, I know! I feel all empty inside!" Bender sobbed mockingly. "I have such a deep admiration for guys who roll around on the floor with other guys."

"Ah. You'd never miss it. You don't have any goals," Andrew shot back.

"Oh but I do...I wanna be just like you. I figure all I need is a lobotomy and some tights."

"You wear tights?" Sheila asked, trying to hold back a laugh.

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

"Tights," Brian said matter-of-fact.

"Shut up!" Andrew said turning away with embarrassment.