3:15 pm

As the clock began to tick down towards 4:00, it was pretty clear Vernon wouldn't be coming back until it was time to let them go.

"What should we do now?" Sheila asked.

Bender shrugged. "Dance party?" he said jokingly.

"That...doesn't sound like a bad idea," Claire agreed.

"C'mon, Brian!" Sheila said, getting up to her feet. "Let's go pick something out."

Brian got up to his feet as well, leading her to where the music room was. Sheila bent over to look at some records. She was secretly smiling, hoping Brian would catch himself checking her out.

Brian had his back turned to look at some records at first, but when he turned back around, a small blush crept on his face upon seeing the redhead bent over. He tried his best not to look at her.

Sheila continued to dig through the records. She bit her lip as if trying to hold back a laugh, wondering if he saw her bent over. She could imagine his blushing face!

Brian's blush got slightly darker as he watched Sheila's swaying boyish bottom. God! He hoped she didn't catch him! He felt like such a perv!

"This looks like a good one," Sheila finally said, pulling out a record.

He blinked a few times before clearing his throat and scratching the back of his neck as Sheila stood back up.

"I - uh.. yeah it looks pretty good." he said, glancing down at his feet.

Sheila looked at Brian, noticing he was fidgeting. She smirked to herself. He looked so adorkable.

"You go ahead and set it up, Brian," Sheila said, tossing him the record.

The others were anxiously waiting to see what music they had picked out. They glanced towards the glass room where the two of them had gone.

"YO! Teacher's Pet! Dweeb!" Bender yelled. "You two gettin' it on in there? Save it for another time!"

Brian tugged on the collar of his sweater when he heard Bender, then closed his eyes for a brief moment trying to rid himself of his embarrassment. He was pretty flustered right now. He nodded his head and went to work, making the record scratch a bit. He adjusted the volume as well.

The song We are Not Alone by Karla DeVito echoed throughout the library. The detainees danced the day away in random places after a long, emotional day of being stuck in detention.

Sheila danced with the nerd and began to dance. Brian looked over at Sheila as she began to dance. A smile appeared on his face as he joined her. He began to jump around with her, using his free hand to bang rhythmically against the walls. Sheila jumped around with him with a big smile. Her dog tags and house key clinked as she danced. She swayed her hips. Her small breasts bounced a bit. Sweat glazed her forehead; some of her hair stuck to her neck. Her heart was pounding. Her hair flew, giving the impression of flames.

Bender was a complete party animal as he heard the electric guitar. He head banged and shook his head that his dark hair flew all over the place, sitting on top of the sculpture.

Claire danced on the second landing, kicking her legs up, twisting around and spinning around.

Andrew heard the music, he was standing on one of the couches with one foot, and began to play the air guitar, slightly banging his head with the music.

Allison rolled slightly against the statue before she began to dance as well. she spun around, rolling her head with the music before she began to jump along with the music.

Bender continued to dance on the floor. He stomped his feet, jumped around, did some air guitar, spun around. He got sweaty as he danced with her. His wallet chain bounced and clinked wildly. Claire tapped her feet on the carpeted floor of the library. She spun around. She was a great dancer as well.

Brian laughed and continued to dance with Sheila. He was now jumping around, feeling pretty hot now since he was wearing a pretty thick sweater. But he didn't care. He was just in the moment right now.

Andrew tapped on his legs rhythmically with the music. He smiled, he was having the time of his life. It was pretty fun dancing and watching the others have fun as well. Allison was still jumping along with the music. She jumped side to side as her hair swooshed along with the music, her arms slightly waving about.

The boys marched on the banister, copying each other. Then it was the girls.

*****
After dancing, the detainees sat on the banister, looking worn out from the day. They silently glanced at one another. They realized that none of them had written their essay. Yet, they were all thinking the same thing. It was a complete waste of time to write since everyone would pretty much say the same thing.

"What are we gonna do about the essay?" Claire said. "We haven't written anything."

"Plus I gotta get back to my classroom," Sheila said. "And Bender has to get back to the storage closet."

"Yea, unless..." Bender said, glancing at Sheila.

"Unless what?"

"...you can convince your dorky boyfriend to write the essay FOR us." Bender concluded.

"Boyfriend?" Sheila said surprise. Then scoffed, "No! Brian and I are not...I mean, we barely know each other."

"It's pretty obvious that you like him, Teacher's Pet," Bender said with a smirk.

"Yea. I think Johnson likes you too," Andrew said in agreement.

The redhead blushed. Huh. So Brian did have some feelings for her. She had to admit that spending time with him and talking to him was very nice. She did like him a lot. Glancing over at the blond nerd, she looked uneasy.

"I don't know," Sheila said hesitant. "I don't think it's right to use Brian like that."

"So what?" Bender said. "It's either convince Dweeb to write the essay OR we hand in nothing at all. Then we'll all be in deeper shit than we already are."

Sheila sighed. Bender did have a point. The six of them pretty much wasted their time doing nothing in detention. They pretty much forgot about the essay since the bathroom break. She couldn't imagine what Vernon would think if they handed in nothing. He would be very angry and would give them all detention for next Saturday. And nobody wanted to be here again...well, with the exception of Bender, who was going to be stuck here for about two months.

"I don't know..." she said hesitantly.

"Then why don't you give him something? A little present," Bender suggested. "You got him to shut up when we snuck out from the library."

"That was one time! I was panicking at the moment. And I'm not doing that again."

"Would you rather face Vernon? I'm pretty sure Dweeb doesn't want to be here again."

Sheila scoffed. "Well, what do YOU suggest I give him?"

"Pop his cherry and fuck his brains out," Bender suggested jokingly.

Sheila rolled her eyes with a scoff. "I'll talk to him," she said.

Sheila got up from where she was sitting and went towards Brian, leaning against the banister. She was hating herself and very idea of this, but what choice did they have?

"Brian?" she said. "Are you gonna write your paper?"

Brian bit down on his lip as Sheila asked him the question. As he began to think, he realized something was up. Usually when someone had approached him like this, it meant they wanted something from him. People had used him to do their homework for them. He wondered if his new friends were planning on using him for the essay. He really hoped that they weren't. 

"Yeah.. why?" he asked, a little reluctantly.

"Well," Sheila began; she was honestly hating every minute of this. "It's kind of a waste for all of us to write our paper, don't you think?"

"Well that's what Vernon wants us to do," Brian defended.

"True, but I think we'd all kinda say the same thing."

The nerd furrowed his eyebrows for a second as he thought about what he should do. He wasn't fully convinced. 

"You just don't want to write the paper, don't you?" he said with a slight smirk. 

Sheila giggled mischievously. "I'm no writer," she answered. "But you're the smartest, right?"

Brian blushed a bit, looking flattered as he felt a wave of pride wash over him.

"Oh, well...um..." he said with kind of a cocky smirk.

"And we trust you," Sheila added.

Brian glanced over at the other detainees who gave nods of approval. He contemplated this, imagining the situation. Vernon would not like it if they didn't hand anything in. He wasn't sure if the vice principal would approve of handing in just one essay. He didn't know if it was a good idea at first. Maybe it was? He didn't know what to do right now.

"Wouldn't this be like lying though?" he asked worried.

"Maybe. But I don't think Vernon would like to read all the same essays either. So maybe combining what we all have to say into one paper would...simplify it."

Brian played with his fingers. He didn't like lying, especially to Vernon. He was still on the fence about this whole thing. 

Sheila had to convince him somehow. Perhaps the present idea wasn't such a bad idea. Give him something in return for what he would do. She didn't like the idea of manipulating people, especially nice boys like Brian. Perhaps just one last time wouldn't hurt. She vowed never to do it again after detention.

"Tell you what," Sheila said. "If you write our paper...I'll give you a little present in the back of the library."

Brian's head perked up at this sentence, wondering what this meant. Now he was certainly interested. 

"A-a present?" he asked curiously. "What kind of present?"

A smirk came to the redhead. "You'll see..." she answered coyly. "Meet me at the back of the library when you're done writing the essay." 

Brian recalled what he and Sheila had done during detention: how she gave him his first kiss. His second kiss with a promise for more. The steamy make out session during study break. He really wanted to do things with a girl. Sheila was very nice to him. Aside from what happened, they had very nice conversations about their lives. He really liked her.

What present was she going to give him though? The prospect was exciting. A smile spread across his face, followed by a slight pink blush. 

"OK," Brian said. "I'll do it."

"Thanks...Captain," Sheila said in Lt. Uhura's voice, giving him a peck on the adorable dimple on his cheek.

The nerd blushed, playing with his collar. Oh! She had called him by his favorite character! The redhead giggled at his response. He went over to the desk to get to work.

"What kind of present are you giving him?" Andrew wondered.

"I bet it's a titty shot," Bender said grinning.

"Shh!" Sheila hissed, not wanting Brian to hear what her surprise for him was going to be.

Eventually, Sheila noticed Claire was staring at her like she was sizing her up.

"Claire...what are you doing?" Sheila asked with an arched eyebrow.

"Looks like Claire's in makeover mode," Andrew commented.

"Oh Lord..." Sheila groaned.

"I can work wonders with anybody's look. Obviously I do my own styling," Claire said.

"Could've fooled me," Sheila muttered under her breath.

"And I came up with Andy's new hairstyle," Claire continued.

"What'd it look like before?" Bender asked with a chuckle, imagining how dorky it looked.

"Shut up!" Andrew snapped.

"I think it looks nice," Allison said, looking at Andrew's hair.

"Thanks," the athlete said flattered.

Claire kept her focus on the two girls: Allison and Sheila. They were both a mess. Sheila's eyes were still red from crying. Her makeup had faded away. Allison was in the most desperate need of it too. Her eyeliner was smudged. Her hair was in her face.

"You've got solid foundation, Sheila," Claire said, looking at her skin. "Your eyes are your best feature. Your cheekbones. Your hair."

"Um...thanks?" the Comedian responded.

"But I have some great ideas how to make you look even hotter than you already are. Don't you want to impress Brian?"

Sheila was about to protest, but decided that it was no use denying it. Everyone knew how much she liked that adorable nerd.

"Well, I think Brian finds me hot enough," Sheila said. "I think a makeover might make him...spontaneously combust."

"So what?" Bender said. "You already promised Dweeb a titty shot. THAT might do the trick."

"Shut UP!" Sheila hissed, elbowing Bender in the ribs. She was worried Brian might have Vulcan hearing.

"What do you say, Sheila?" Claire said. "Do you want a makeover?"

Sheila thought about it. She figured just one time couldn't hurt. Maybe she could use a few tips on what she should wear. Normally she didn't wear too much make up, but what the hell? It would be one time.

"Alright..." Sheila agreed. "Just this once."

"Great!" Claire said smiling. Then looked over at Allison. "You're coming with me too."

"Me?" Allison said incredulous.

"Mm-hmm," the princess said.

******

The Glass Room

Claire led the two girls to the glass room to start her makeover. Sheila leaned against the wall, waiting for her turn while Claire worked on Allison first.

Claire instructed Allison to get rid of her black sweater and ugly nun-like button up shirt. Underneath, she wore a pure white shirt. Claire smiled, pleased that this could work. Claire took out a scarf from her purse and used it to put Allison's dark hair back so her face would be seen better. She smiled. She actually looked better without hiding.

Claire took out her makeup, laying it out on a desk. She picked up some eye liner first and applied it expertly to Allison.

"Don't be afraid," Claire said softly.

"Don't stick that in my eye!" Allison grumbled.

"I'm not sticking it," Claire assured. "Just...close your eyes. Just go like this."

She demonstrated how. Allison copied the princess's actions, relaxing a bit. She was so tense since she was not used to this kind of treatment. Claire squeaked in absolute delight as she continued the basket case's makeover.

"You look a lot better than with all that black shit on," Claire said.

"Hey!" Allison exclaimed. "I love that black shit."

"OK, now look up," Claire said, applying mascara.

Sheila smiled as she watched Allison transform from an ugly ducking into a graceful swan. She had to admit she did like her new look better.

"You look great either way, Allison," Sheila said. "But this new style is...wow."

"Thanks, Sheila...I still kinda like my old look," Allison said.

"There's no harm in enjoying a makeover for a day," Sheila said. "You can always go back to your old look anytime."

"I bet Andrew would like this," Claire said.

"Andrew? What's that got to do with anything?" Allison said frowning.

"Don't play dumb. I've seen the way you've been looking at him all day."

"Do you think he'd really go for someone like me?" Allison said uneasy.

"Yea...he's a pretty cool dude," Sheila agreed. "And he's pretty chivalrous for a jock."

After a beat, she turned to Claire.

"And what bout you, Claire? You can practically cut the sexual tension between you and Bender with a knife," Sheila said.

"What are you talking about?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"You know exactly what she's talking about," Allison said smirking.

The princess rolled her eyes. "Please. I can't stand him," she scoffed. "Do YOU think he likes me?"

The two girls exchanged knowing glances.

"What-ever," Claire said. "You and Brian have been talking a LOT, Sheila"

The redhead's freckled cheeks turned the same color as her hair.

"I...Brian makes me very comfortable," Sheila answered.

"He's a very nice boy," Claire said.

She chuckled. "Yea."

"He'd treat you like a queen," Allison said.

Claire shifted her attention to the Comedian.

"OK. Your turn, Sheila. The secret is not to go overboard. Less is more," Claire said.

"Well, I barely wear anything," Sheila said.

Claire went to work her makeover magic on the Comedian, selecting a few colors of eye shadow that would bring out her green eyes. Sheila tried to stay relaxed, twitching slightly at the feeling of someone touching her face. She followed Claire's instructions as best as she could.

Next, Claire applied a bit of foundation that would cover up some of Sheila's freckles. Just enough to show a few. And finally, she used a lipstick that would be appropriate for the bumpkin Comedian. Once done, she looked at Sheila's nails.

"Someday," Claire said. "I'll give you a manicure."

"Don't bother," Sheila said. "It'll be ruined in a couple days from all the chores I do at Grandpa's."

Claire dug out a sleeveless burgundy shirt for Sheila. She reluctantly accepted it. Brian should at least see a bit of skin before unveiling the main event.

"Where'd you get these awesome outfits?" Sheila asked.

"I found out where the drama department keeps their extra costumes," Claire answered with a smile. "They were just sitting there not being used so...I kinda helped myself."

Sheila pulled off her t-shirt. She kinda was glad to be rid of it since it was dirty and sweaty from being in the heating vents she and Bender crawled through earlier.

Allison smiled as she saw Sheila's new look.

"Sheila...you look amazing," Allison said.

"This could be my most successful makeover ever," Claire said, looking very pleased with herself. "Let's go see what everyone else thinks."

******

The Library
Brian sat at his desk, deep in thought about what he was going to write. Then he came up with some carefully thought out words and began to write. He stopped a few times to think about his choice of words. Once he found them, he continued to write once again. He wanted this essay to be perfect for both the others and Vernon's standards. 

While the nerd was hunched over working away on the essay, he was completely unaware of the delinquent and the athlete's conversation as they wiled away the remaining minutes of detention. 

"I bet Dweeb's excited over the prospect of seeing a nude girl for the first time," Bender said. "I bet you a million dollars he blows his load."

"Not exactly" Andrew said with a grin.

Bender looked confused. "What do you mean, Sporto?"

"Sometime after study break, Allison, Sheila and I found a nudie photo in his wallet."

Bender scoffed. "Yea, right. Probably from National Geographic."

"Does National Geographic have beaver shots?" Andrew said with a grin.

Bender's mouth dropped open in shock, then it spread into a pleased smile.

"Wow," Bender said. "Gotta say it makes me proud to know Dweeb isn't a complete choirboy."

Andrew chuckled. "Yea...who knew?"

Bender cleared his throat. He had been making some observations on the rest of the detainees. Andrew and Allison had quite an intimate conversation after the study break. He had been looking at her throughout detention too.

"So...I noticed you were checkin' out Quiet Girl, Sporto," Bender began.

Andrew looked up from playing with the pendant on his neck. His cheeks flushed slightly with annoyance...or was it embarrassment?

"So?" Andrew shot back.

"You were checking her out...like a library book."

A scoff came from the athlete. "And YOU were checking out Claire."

"That's because I have nothing to hide," Bender said. "Quiet Girl certainly is a tasty dish, huh, Sporto?"

"Shut up!" Andrew snapped.

"Oh! Look at how rosy your cheeks are!" Bender teased.

Bender eventually moved towards Andrew, putting an arm around him in a fatherly manner.

"Don't forget, son..." Bender said in a father-like voice. "...to wash your balls and use a rubber."

The athlete shoved Bender away, holding back a laugh...got up and moved away from him. He was seriously getting fed up with his quips. Andrew played with his pendant as he sat alone. What Bender said was true. He recalled the conversation with Allison after she got all upset over the stuff in her bag. How she told Andrew her parents ignored her. He felt sad when he heard this. There were times he wished his parents would stop ragging on him about competing (well, mostly his father).

Feeling great about themselves, the girls made a grand entrance to unveil their new look to the rest of the group: Allison with her hair pulled back as she made her grand entrance into the library.

Andrew looked stunned upon seeing Allison. She was no longer the dark, moody, closed-off girl. She looked more lighter and more open. As she walked past Brian, their eyes connected. The lock of shock on his face elicited a glare from her. He changed his expression to a big grin, letting her know her makeover was a success. She smiled and silently nodded the words 'thank you'.

"What happened to you?" Andrew said.

"What? Claire did it!" Allison replied quickly. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. It's just so...different," the athlete said. "I can see your face."

"Is that good or bad?"

Andrew let out a small laugh. "It's good."

Allison smiled as their hands brushed together.

Next, Sheila came out after Allison since she felt she deserved her grand entrance first. She had new clothes and a new look. Bender wolf whistled upon seeing the redhead. Brian's eyes went up when he heard Bender's whistle and widened at the sight of Sheila.

"You look amazing," Brian said, blushing.

"Seriously, so good!" Andrew said.

"I'm not really in the compliment business...but I gotta say you ladies are smokin'," Bender said with a smirk.

"Thanks, guys," Sheila said.

"It was all Claire," Allison added.

"Well, an artist can't work her magic without great subjects," Claire said.

Over at the table, Brian tapped his pencil, thinking. Sheila sauntered over sexily.

"Hey, Captain," she said.

The nerd looked up when he heard Sheila refer to a nickname for him. 

"How's it going?" she asked.

"Almost done," Brian said. "There's just one more thing...I came up with a description for each of us. Kind of like the way Vernon sees us...without really seeing us. There's the Brain: that's me. Andrew is the Athlete. Allison's the Basket Case. Claire is the Princess. and Bender's the Criminal. The only one I have left is you.. Thought I'd let you decide what you wanted to be called.

With a smirk. she thought about what Vernon called her upon arriving late.

Miss Comedian.

"How about the Comedian?" Sheila said. "I'll do anything to get a laugh, regardless of the consequences."

The nerd nodded approvingly and went back to work.

"See you in the back of the library," Sheila said, giving him a wink.

"O-OK," Brian said, blushing.

"You better make it fast, Teacher's Pet," Bender said. "We're cutting it kinda close."

Sheila nodded. "Don't worry, I'll make it fast," she promised.

She went to a more private back part of the library, waiting for Brian.

Eventually Brian finished the essay. He looked over his work with a smile, giving the paper a kiss. Now he had to get to the back of the library where he was sure Sheila was waiting to give him her surprise. His heart was racing. His palms were clammy.

He found the redhead fingering through some books, humming some classical music. He recognized it as Handel's Messiah, the Hallelujah chorus. Odd. He wondered what got her in such a mood for this kind of music.

"Hey," he said softly.

Sheila looked up when she heard his voice. She was already picturing his reaction while she had carefully planned this surprise for him.

"Hey, Brian!" she said, smiling. "You made it."

"So...what's this present you have for me?" he asked, putting his hands in his pockets.

The redhead responded with a naughty smirk. She made a 'come here' gesture with her finger. Brian trembled with a blush. He had no idea what to expect. As if being pulled by an invisible string, he went towards her.

"Stand right here," she told him.

She put her hands on his shoulders to guide him to a specific spot where she wanted him to stand. Next, she took a step back, having her back towards the library. She looked at the blond boy who was fidgeting with his fingers. 

"Ready?" she asked.

"Ready," he answered, biting his lip.

Another naughty smirk spread across Sheila's face. She had to admit that the nudie photo in his wallet kind of inspired her. Given he had seen a naked woman before, she had to wonder how he'd react if he saw the real deal.

Brian's blue eyes watched the redhead. He was sweating and blushing, wondering what this surprise could be. Biting his lip, he anxiously awaited to see what she was going to do. He was nervous yet excited at the same time.

Sheila reached for the hem of her shirt, humming the first few notes Handel's Hallelujah. As if to build the anticipation, she slowly lifted her shirt up...making it look like a curtain was rising.

He was a little confused at first at what she was doing.

By the time she reached the first note of the 'Hallelujah' chorus, Sheila hooked her thumbs under her bra. In a flash, she pulled her shirt up and exposed her topless half to him with a smile like the woman in the nudie photo.

Upon realization, the nerd went wide eyed like they were about to pop out of his head. He blinked a couple of times and his mouth kind of hung open. His face turned completely red upon seeing her in all her glory! He actually heard the Hallelujah chorus when he gazed upon her exposed top: her breasts were small and pale with pink nipples that stood like pencil erasers. Her dog tags and house key dangled between the cleavage.

Given he had seen women in his dirty magazines, this was way better in real life. The boy cleared his throat and blinked a few times before speaking. His cheeks were burning. He was pretty flustered at this point: a girl had kissed him, made out with him and now exposed her breasts to him...all in one day.

"I - um...that was...w-w-wow," was all he could manage to say, rubbing his neck.

He fidgeted, feeling sweaty. He tugged his collar and felt heat up his neck. This certainly was quite a surprise! After a few seconds, she lowered her top and stepped towards him.

"Enjoy the view?" she asked while adjusting herself back into her bra.

"Y-yea," he said, shifting in his spot and tugging his shirt collar. "Why'd you do that though?"

Sheila shrugged. "Let's just say your little naughty photo was an inspiration," she answered. "I thought I'd give you something to take home with you."

He blushed even more at this. The image of her burned in his memory now. He still had to wonder where this was going though. Given she had kissed him during detention and now she had shown herself to him, this had to mean something.

Sheila giggled at his adorable reaction, then held his hand and thread her fingers in his long ones. She brushed her nose against his and kissed him.

"Yo! Teacher's Pet! Finish up whatever you're doing!" Bender called. "Your Seven Minutes in Heaven with Dweeb are up! You can wrap your legs around him another time!"

It was now Sheila's turn to blush when she heard Bender shouting: her face turned redder than her hair. Seriously?! God! Why did he have to make this so embarrassing? Brian heard Bender's voice and he was just as embarrassed. The detainees couldn't help but laugh a bit as Bender yelled at Sheila and Brian to wrap up whatever they were doing. They were back there for a while honestly.

"Guess I have to go now," Sheila said. "I guess we'll see each other soon, huh?"

"Y-yea," he said softly. "I hope so."

The two of them came towards the front. It was pretty obvious to Bender what had occurred upon seeing the blushing geek's face. He was grinning in absolute delight as he saw the pair doing the walk of shame.

"Oh hey, LO-VERS!" Bender teased.

His dark eyes turned to Brian, who was a blushing mess.

"So...what was your present, Dweeb?"

"Never YOU mind!" Sheila said. "It's for Brian to know and for YOU to never find out, Bender."

The delinquent gave a huge shit eating grin. He decided to push it in hopes of getting an answer out of either of them.

"I bet it was a tit shot, right, Dweeb?"

Brian twitched, turning even more red upon hearing this. He didn't answer Bender's question, despite he was an obvious flustered mess. He wasn't going to tell anyone what happened back there. This made the criminal grin in delight.

"I knew it!" he said. "You got to see Sheila's twins, Johnson."

"Oh shut up!" Claire and Sheila said together.

"Yeah, j-just stop talking..." he said, tugging his collar.

Andrew nodded his head, agreeing with the girls, yet laughing at the situation at the same time. Poor little nerd was so embarrassed. But he kinda had an inkling of what they did back there.

"Let's get you back to your classroom, Teacher's Pet," Bender said. "Vernon's gonna be comin' for you soon."

"Sounds like my worst nightmare," Sheila quipped.

Everyone laughed upon hearing this.

"Thanks again, Sheila," Claire said. "You really saved us in the hallways. "

"Yea. We owe you one," Andrew said in agreement.

Allison and Brian nodded together.

"Guess I'll see you guys on Monday," Sheila said.

Bender led the redhead towards the second floor to a bookshelf that was in just the right position. Bender and Sheila stood on the table, positioning themselves in the right spot so they could leave.

"Need a boost?" he asked.

"Huh?" Sheila asked.

"Back into the vents."

"Oh! Yea...right!" the redhead answered, feeling dumb. "Yea. Thanks."

Sheila took one last glance around the library. She sighed. It was a shame she had to stay an extra seven minutes.

Bender helped Sheila onto the bookshelf. From there, Bender opened the vent, lifting the girl in his strong arms so she could climb back up into the ceiling vent. They crawled carefully so they wouldn't fall again.

"This was a pretty good day with you guys," Sheila admitted.

"You're a pretty cool chick yourself, Teacher's Pet," Bender said smirking.

"Thanks. Maybe we can hang out more," Sheila said. "I have a lot of prank ideas for Vernon."

Bender perked up on hearing this. He was thrilled to hear that the new girl was a fellow prankster.

"Great!" he said. "I can't wait to hear them."

"Well...I have to confess. I unscrewed his coffee mug earlier in his office when he was yelling at you in the closet," Sheila said blushing.

Bender chuckled, imagining the whole thing going down. He wished he could've seen the aftermath.

"You're an evil little girl, Teacher's Pet," he said.

"What I'm looking forward to is Senior Prank Day."

"Good luck with that," Bender said. "Dick banned Senior Prank Day on account of what I did in my sophomore year."

"What'd you do?" the redhead asked curiously.

"There was this one time during Senior Prank Day where I snuck out super early to steal some barnyard animals...sheep, chickens, goats, a few pigs..." Bender said as he told his story. "Now, I'm not for one to get up early, but this was worth doing. So I got there super early and released the animals inside Shermer."

"So what happened?"

"I was suspended for a week," Bender said.

The redhead held in her laughter as she imagined the whole scene going down. She wished she had come to Shermer earlier. Perhaps she would've met the detainees in detention. She really felt she belonged here at Shermer. She had new friends.

She could only hope they didn't forget about her.