1:30 hit, John Bender started whistling as he wore a red bandana on his head.
Brian soon followed, which turned into everyone whistling, excluding Rebecca.
Rebecca sat in her chair from behind Bender watching in amusement with an eyebrow raised.
The whistling ceased as Vernon walked through the library entrance, it was just Bender left.
"All right, girls. That's 30 minutes for lunch." Principal Vernon spoke when Bender's whistling ended.
"Here?" Andrew asked.
"Here." Vernon replied.
"Well, I think the cafeteria would be a more suitable place for us to eat lunch in, Sir." Andrew replied back.
"Well, I don't care what you think, Andrew." the principal responded.
"Uh, Dick" Bender spoke up.
"Excuse me, Rich. Will milk be made available to us?" Bender questioned.
"We're extremely thirsty, Sir." Andrew commented, playing along with Bender's game.
"I have a really low tolerance for dehydration." Claire spoke.
"I've seen her dehydrated, Sir. It's pretty gross." Andrew continued.
"Relax, I'll get it." Bender spoke as he started to stand.
Vernon was quick to refuse the boy as he started gutting.
"Grab some wood there, bub." Vernon told the boy.
"What, do you think I was born yesterday?" questioned Principal Vernon.
"You think I'm going to have you roaming these halls?" Vernon continued, causing Bender to give him an odd mocking nod.
"You." Vernon pointed at Andrew.
Vernon proceeded t look around the room for someone else, when Andrew pointed his finger towards Claire.
Noticing the gesture Claire sat tall in her chair.
"And you." Vernon pointed in the direction of Allison.
"Hey!" Vernon yelled, snapping his fingers.
Allison gave the man a side glance in return.
"What's her name? Wake her, wake her up!" Vernon continued to snap.
"Hey, come on. On your feet, missy. Let's go! There's no rest here!" Vernon continued.
"There's a soft drink machine in the teachers' lounge." Vernon spoke again as Allison grabbed her bag.
"Let's go!" Vernon told the two teens.
As soon as Vernon was out of the room, Bender turned in his chair.
"Hey, Blondie." Bender spoke.
Rebecca sighed as she looked up at the delinquent.
"What'd you do to get yourself in here?" he asked.
"Does it matter?" Rebecca asked nonchalantly.
"Guess not." Bender replied.
"What's with the sweatpants?" Bender continued to question the girl.
"What's with the questions?" Rebecca snapped back.
"Feisty, I like feisty." Bender replied, smirking.
"Oh, shove it!" Rebecca rolled her eyes at the delinquent, pulling out her lunch.
It wasn't long until the teenagers were all gathered towards the back of the library.
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The Cheerleader
Fanfiction"What's with the sweatpants?" -Bender . "I mean, we're all pretty bizarre. Hell, Rebecca is wearing sweatpants." - Clarke "What about Rebecca? What would your friends say if you were walking down the hall together? They'd laugh their asses off, and...
