7:45 AM

The minutes seemed to go slower and slower. The six detainees were bored sitting in detention. Sheila looked at her fellow classmates, watching them try to entertain themselves.

Bender took out a cigarette. Then he lit his shoe on fire and used it to light his cigarette. Claire was daydreaming with a vapid smile on her face. Andrew pulled on the strings of his hoodie, watching it go back and forth.

In the back, the disheveled girl pulled a string off her sweatshirt and started wrapping it around her finger until it turned purple.

Sheila rested her head on her fist, glancing over at Brian who was wriggling in his chair uncomfortably. She saw his hand was under the desk...oh God! He was adjusting his balls. When Brian saw her staring at him, he blushed and grabbed his knit hat and put it under the desk, pretending to stare elsewhere. Sheila shook her head with a smile.

Bender was playing air guitar, a cigarette hanging lazily out of his mouth. Andrew took his paper, folded it into a paper football, then flicked it across the room, cheering and booing as if he were at a game.

The quiet girl in the back was drawing a picture with a pen, then scratched her scalp, looking down at her drawing with a satisfied smile. Sheila wondered what she was drawing. She rose up out of her seat to see it. It looked like a snowy drawing of a bridge in the middle of a wilderness. The disheveled girl stared at her. Sheila gave a look of approval regarding the dark haired girl's drawing. She made no response. Sheila shrugged and sat back down.

Sheila leaned back in her seat, stared at the ceiling with an open mouth, letting her shoulder length hair fall back. Then she grabbed her hair in a ponytail and twisted and put it over her right shoulder. Then started flicking her fingers against her cheeks, making clock sounds, moving her eyes back and forth like a pendulum.

Sighing in boredom, she took the blank sheet of paper she was supposed to write her essay on and drew a caricature of Vernon as an angry donkey with a huge ass. She made a word bubble that said "Kiss My ASS!" She had to stifle her laughter as she looked over at her work.

Brian looked over at the drawing and let out a snicker. Sheila flicked her long hair out of her face, hearing the geek next to her.

"That's pretty good," he said giggling.

"I better hide this," Sheila said giggling. "Dick would probably shit kittens if he saw this."

"Vernon poops kittens?" Brian asked, tilting his head.

Sheila arched an eyebrow, then shook her head. This boy was obviously naive, but she had to admit it was adorkable.

"I was speaking figuratively," she said.

"Oh, you mean a metaphor!" Brian said, now understanding.

Sheila nodded, flicking the annoying strand of hair out of her eye.

"So...how many times have you been to detention?" she asked.

"It's my first time," Brian said.

"You'll always remember your first time," Sheila said smiling. "I remember mine. Seventh grade. Chuck Dinklage was picking on this poor kid in class so I told him to 'bite me'."

The geek listened with interest. He had to admit that hearing her stand up to bullies was pretty cool. He had a fair share encounter with them: wedgies, wet willies, noogies, being tripped, Kick Me signs stuck on his back, having his shorts pulled down at gym class, books knocked off his desk, gum in his hair, being stuffed in lockers until Carl the janitor had to come get him out...even the times he had been thrown into the girls' room with the door held shut.

"So...he bit you?" Brian asked incredulously.

A laugh came from the redhead.

"No. I think he would've though," she said. "My timing was off. The teacher walked in when I said it, but she didn't see the whole thing with Chuck. She was pretty pissed about it. I ended up getting detention and Chuck got away with it."

"That sucks," Brian said with a frown.

"Yea. Well, I've had some practice on the timing of my quips so I don't get caught," Sheila said. "My grandpa says my smart mouth is the reason I get in trouble."

"My grandpa never says that about me," Brian said.

"Oh yea? Are you close to your grandpa? I am."

Before he could answer, Bender made a loud yawn, getting everyone's attention. Claire and Andrew shook their head in annoyance. They were starting to resent being seated near this delinquent.

"I'm bored," Bender said loudly.

"You should be used to it by now since you live here," Andrew remarked.

"Maybe we could play a game?" Sheila suggested with a shrug.

"You've gotta be kidding me," Andrew said exasperated.

"No, no, Sporto," said Bender. "This might be interesting."

"What kind of game?" Brian asked, given he was very fond of them. "Checkers? Chess?"

"Let's make it interesting..." Bender said, getting to his feet. "How 'bout Seven Minutes in Heaven?"

Sheila scoffed. Claire and Andrew rolled their eyes at this suggestion too. The girl in the back became more interested in the conversation going on.

"Yea...I think we should play something that doesn't involve spreading sexual tension and awkwardness," Sheila deadpanned.

"You got any better ideas, Teacher's Pet?" he challenged.

Truth be told, Sheila had nothing in mind. Bender looked at the redhead. Given she was the new girl, he wanted to push her buttons. Find out who she really was. Granted, she helped him close the door with very little resistance and went along with his lie about closing the door, yet he found her barbs to be amusing and her challenges to be engaging.

"Scrabble?" Brian suggested, but it seemed nobody was listening to him.

"What's the matter, Teacher's Pet? You afraid?" Bender said, stepping up to her desk.

"No! I'm not," Sheila retorted, getting to her feet and crossing her arms.

"So Seven Minutes in Heaven should be no problem with you...unless you've never kissed anyone," he said, studying her response.

A derisive snort came from the redhead. "Yes. I have!" Sheila shot back.

A grin spread across the criminal's face. Everyone was looking at the two of them.

"Ah! Looks like Teacher's Pet has a little history. How very interesting," he said slyly.

"And so what if I've kissed someone? Why is that such a big deal?" Sheila said.

"Prove it then," Bender challenged. "Prove to all of us that you're not as much of a Teacher's Pet."

"You don't have to, Sheila," Andrew said.

Sensing all eyes on her and the peer pressure mounting, she stared at the dark eyed delinquent that stood before her. With a determined look on her face, she decided to up the ante.

"Open or closed?" she said.

"Huh?" Bender asked confused.

"Here we go..." Andrew sighed exasperated.

Everyone had a feeling the two of them were going to be here trying to one-up another in detention all day.

"So...we're not playing a board game?" Brian asked, still being ignored.

"You said I should prove that I kissed someone," Sheila said pointedly. "So do YOU want to see an open or closed mouthed kiss?"

Bender grinned in absolute delight. He was loving every minute of the redhead challenging him.

"You sure love to drive a hard bargain, Teacher's Pet," Bender said. "Let's make it interesting: an open mouthed kiss. Anyone here of your choice."

"Alright. You're on, Bender," the redhead said.

Sheila glanced at the detainees, trying to decide who would be the safest choice. She was definitely not going to pick Bender. Lord knows he probably wouldn't stop bragging about it all day long. Andrew was a possibility. But then again, he didn't like the whole idea anyway and she wasn't sure if he had a girlfriend already, being a jock.

"Tick tock, Teacher's Pet," Bender quipped, pointing to an imaginary watch on his wrist. "Don't be a cock block."

"Would you knock it off?" Andrew said irritated. "Don't pressure her! It's hard enough to pick since she doesn't know anyone here."

She looked at Brian, deciding he would be a safe choice. She flipped her hair, wetting her lips just enough to smooth them out. Planting herself in a chair, she cupped his face in her hands, then leaned over and planted a sensual kiss on his lips.

Trying to process what was happening, Brian went completely red, squirming in his chair; his eyes bugged out of his face. Never in his life would he imagined a girl would kiss him!

Everyone stared in complete shock as the redhead kissed the nerd. Bender was shocked too, then he grinned in absolute delight.

Sheila held the kiss for a couple of seconds; she teased Brian's lips sensually with parted lips, sticking with some basic moves so she wouldn't make him too uncomfortable. Then she pulled away with a sharp exhale; her freckled cheeks matched her hair.

"Voilà!" she said in a French accent.

Brian touched his lips in complete shock and surprise, feeling the redhead's kiss still lingering.

"W-Wow!" he stammered with a dazed expression. "What a woman!"

"Looks like you gave Johnson his first kiss," Andrew commented, seeing the geek's blushing face.

Bender had to admit the girl had game. She sure proved him wrong.

"I'd say you got game, Teacher's Pet," Bender said. "That was pretty saucy."

"Thank you," Sheila said with a quip. "So...are we going to play the game?"

"Forget the game," Bender said. "Seeing you send Dweeb to heaven for five seconds was entertainment enough."

Sheila huffed and sat back down at her desk. Typical Bender who wanted free entertainment to amuse himself. Brian shifted in his chair, tugging his collar a bit while trying to calm the overwhelming redness in his face.

"Where'd you learn to kiss like that?" Claire asked.

"Band camp," Sheila answered.

"Band camp?!" Bender inquired. "YOU went to band camp?"

"Yes. Is it THAT surprising that I have a past, Bender?" Sheila shot back.

"So is band camp some kind of code for sex camp?"

"NO, dumb ass! It's an ACTUAL camp where you play music!"

"What's it like being at band camp?" Brian asked.

"It's...fine and all," Sheila said with a shrug. "We played mostly classical music."

"BOO!" Bender exclaimed, giving a thumbs down gesture.

"I listen to classical music sometimes," Brian chimed up. "What did you play?"

"Clarinet."

"Aren't you lucky, dweeb!" Bender quipped. "Y'know what they say about clarinet players."

The delinquent proceeded to make an obscene gesture by poking his tongue in his cheek while jerking his wrist, which confused the nerd. Sheila rolled her eyes. She was getting fed up with this asshole's lasciviousness.

"Would you KNOCK IT OFF with the never ending sexual innuendos, Bender?" Sheila said annoyed.

"I agree. It's getting really old," Andrew said irritated.

"Well, I want to hear more about Miss Band Geek's whole experience at band camp," Bender said, clapping his hands. "It should be...delightful!"

"Don't be fooled, Bender," Sheila said. "Not all bandies are sexually charged or socially inept. Some of them can get pretty nasty. Especially firsties."

"Firsties?" he questioned with a dumb look.

"Yea. First instrument players," she explained. "There's three types of bandies: firsties, seconds, and thirds. The firsties are usually ultra popular, pretty, rich...and vicious like populars. I made a big mistake crossing them on my first day at band camp."

"What happened?" Claire asked, leaning forward with interest.

"The firsties wanted me to wear a stupid hat on my first day at camp, but I wouldn't do it," Sheila said. "So they emptied their spit valves into my drink."

Everyone cringed with disgust. The disheveled girl smiled in absolute delight as she heard the story.

"How awful!" Claire said gagging.

"Yea. I earned the nickname 'Spit-Eatin' Sheila' at camp," she said. Then grinned, "But I got them back really good."

"What'd you do?" Andrew asked.

The redhead had a very wicked grin on her face.

"Let's just say..." she said. "It involved some of their underwear...and a little bit of Ben-Gay."

Andrew, Claire and Brian cringed. Bender was smirking with delight. The mystery girl had a wicked grin.

"Nice," Bender said.

"Yea," Sheila said, kind of proud. "They never could prove it was me, but that didn't mean I didn't watch my back after that."

Oddly, the library began to feel oddly warm. That, along with the excitement of the event that had occurred, it made everyone feel sleepy. Eventually the six of them began to get comfortable in their seats: Bender leaned back on his arms, sitting back in his chair, propping his legs up. Brian fell asleep with his pencil in his hand. Claire passed out with her head on the desk. The dark haired quiet girl closed her eyes sitting upright. Then Andrew and Sheila fell asleep resting their heads in their arms.