The Fighter

Chapter 5

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Bender was in a pretty tight hold. "What the hell are you doing?!" I yelled while standing up abruptly. "Andy get off of him!" I yelled once again. They were both breathing very heavy. "I don't wanna do

this with you man." Bender grunted.

Andy pushed on Benders back roughly to stand himself up. "Why not." Andy spat. Bender stood up fast. As he did so, he whipped his hair back causing it to flip back... which by the way, was very attractive. "Because I'd kill you." He said casually. "Its real simple." He started to say was he started walking towards the back of the room where I was. He hands were in his pockets while he spoke. "I'd kill you and your fucking parents would sue me, it would be a big mess and I don't care about you enough to bother." He finished while standing next to me. I rolled my eyes at this whole situation.

"Chicken shit..." Mumbled Andy. Just then Bender pulls out a switchblade and stabs it into the chair next to me. Andy watched him with scared eyes. "Lets end this right now. You don't talk to her...you don't look at her and you don't even think about her! You understand me?" Andy demanded. "Im just trying to help." Bender said. It was then I noticed that somehow, Ally got a hold of the blade, which I didn't mind only because it was out of both Bender and Andy's hands.

"And that goes for you too." Andy said to me. I rolled my eyes at him. "Im sorry, I don't have to listen to you. You have no authority over me, Sporty." He rolled his eyes as well and sat next to Clair. "Even if he did have authority over you, you still wouldn't listen." Commented Bender. We both snickered.

He made his way to the table next to the preps and I followed. "So what are you doing after all of this?" He asked while I got myself all seated. My chair was turned towards him and my legs were in his lap. "I don't know. Something along the lines of avoiding home I guess. You?" He grinned. "Yea, you could say that." I smiled too. Right on time, Carl the janitor made his way into the library. Carl looked over at us. "Hey how you doing Brian?" He asked. "Your dad works here?" Questioned Bender just playing around.

"Uh, Carl?" Asked Bender. "What?" "Can I ask you a question?" "Sure..." Bender thought for a second before answering. "How does one become a janitor?" Carl scoffed a bit. "You wanna be a janitor?" Immediately I caught on. "No he just wants to know how one becomes a janitor because Andrew here, is very interested in perusing a career in the custodial arts." Bender grinned at me, knowing that I caught on. Andy gave us a death glare.

"Oh really? You guys just think that I'm some untouchable peasant? Peon? Huh? Maybe so... but following a broom around shitheads like you for the past eight years I've learned a couple things. I look through your letters, I look through your lockers..." I immediately looked at Bender. His smirk almost disappeared. "I listen to your conversations, you don't know that bit I do... I am the eyes and ears of this institution my friends. By the way that clock is twenty minutes fast." He said as he started I walk away. Bender and I smiled, already knowing that about the clock. "Shit." Andy mumbled to himself.

Again Bender decides to get up and move, already bored after Carl leaves. I just sat there not entirely sure on what to do. That was until a paper came flying past my head. I grinned to myself, not giving Bender the satisfaction. Another came flying and I still didn't turn nor move. It was then I felt hands under my armpits and my body being lifted from the chair. "Really?" I joked out loud as I was brought to a different table and sat down next to Bender. When I looked up at him I saw that hie scarf was wrapped around his head like a bandanna.