Ceasefire of Hostility (a.c)

BARBIE AS DIEHARD

"What do you say," Bender smirks, his eyes scanning the room. "We close that door? We can't have any kind of party with Vernon checking us out every few seconds."

"Well, you know the door's s'posed to stay open," Johnson stutters over his words, trying to keep as neutral as he can. Barbie just dropped her hand, fighting back the urge to get him to shut up. He wasn't helping anyone, let alone himself.

"So what?"

"So why don't you just shut up!" Clark huffs, his eyes scanning the room- a certain importance on his face. It looked to the blonde like he had named himself the leader of their 'group'. "There are four, no, five other people in here you know..."

"God, you can count!" the criminal chuckles, noting how he noticed the substitute. Barbie was just impressed he noticed her. "See! I knew you had to be smart to be a... a..."

"A wrestler," Barbie says out loud, the first thing she said all day. She watches as Claire's eyes widen, finally processing that the third girl in the room was Barbie Nimchek. She gives her a weak, nervous smile, to which Barbie just drops her hands and picks up her pencil, starting to draw again.

"A wrestler! Thank you, Blondie." Barbie pulls her lips into a tight line, choosing to keep her head down. At least that seemed to be the most of the interest the criminal had in her.

"Who the hell are you to judge anybody, anyway?" The jock scoffs.

"Really," the princess agrees. Barbie scribbles the word 'die' over a flower, gritting her teeth. If she were any thinner or weaker, her fingers would have broken from how hard she gripped her pencil.

"You know, Bender... you don't even count. I mean if you disappeared forever it wouldn't make any difference. You may as well not even exist at this school."

There's a pause, then Bender's voice returns. "Well... I'll just run right out and join the wrestling team!" The popular kids laugh, Barbie just glances at Allison with pursed lips. She just wanted them all to shut up, and could only assume she shared that sentiment. "Maybe the prep club, too! Student council..."

"No, they wouldn't take you," Sporto chuckles.

"I'm hurt!" Barbie assumes from his voice, the criminal isn't hurt.

"You know why guys like you knock everything?" Claire asks. The blonde girl doodles a stick figure as she talks, scribbling an X over its head. 'Maybe now she'll shut up.'

"Oh, this should be stunning!" Bender exclaims.

"It's 'cause you're afraid."

"Oh, shut it," Barbie groans lowly, her voice not being heard over Bender's. She didn't want to be involved in this, but she was tired. They'd be fighting all detention if they kept this up, and the hazel eyed girl now craved silence.

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

"You're a coward!" Barbie rolls her eyes again, looking up to the nerd. He had an idea behind his eyes, and she didn't like the look of it.

"I'm in math club," he mumbles. The blonde waved at him to get his attention, trying to shut him up once again. He notices and quiets down, his eyes glued to the scene once more.

"See you're afraid that they won't take you. You don't belong so you just have to dump all over it," the princess announces, acting like she just made a scientific breakthrough. It felt familiar, though, her words. The blonde realized that Claire had told her the same thing the last time they hung out- 'We don't want someone like you, you don't belong.' The memory just made her seethe in anger.