Chapter Two

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"That man... is a brownie hound"

Bender would do anything to get on Vernon's nerves.

A clicking noise drew everyone's attention to the girl across from me. Allison was biting her nails. Really loudly.

"You keep eating your hand and you're not going to be hungry for lunch." Yes she would be. Allison was in some of my art classes and she mostly kept to herself but she had one hell of an appetite. She spit her nail at Bender and almost hit him. I wish she did.

"I've seen you before, you know... You too" he said turning toward me. I rolled m eyes. Great.

"Well no shit Bender. We do go to the same school. Have for years! Jeesh! I've even had a few classes with you!" This was clearly not the responds he was looking for but it was the one he was going to get. i have to admit I was in an awful mood too. At least it got a few chuckles from the athlete in the front row. Bender kept staring at me so I just got back to drawing on the paper I was supposed to be writing on. Screw that essay. Even if I was spiteful enough to repeat two words 500 times each.

"Who do I think I am.." Brian brought Benders glare away from me and to himself although he didn't notice. "Who are you?... Who are you?" He attached his pen to his lip and started playing with it clearly enthralled. "I am a walrus.." He noticed Bender glaring at him and turned a light pink color. He took his pen off of his lip and cleared his throat.

I couldn't help but to laugh, even in my bad mood, and that got his attention. He looked at me and I mimed big walrus flippers before giving him a thumbs up. That made the poor kid blush harder and look away.

Bender had turned away after Brian cleared his throat no longer wanting to bother with the brain. Bender crumpled up his paper and threw it over Claire's head, narrowly missing her. The front row just ignored Bender.

Bender, who seemed always in need of attention, started to sing and air guitar a song by Cream.

"I can't believe this is happening to me." Andrew seemed to agree with Claire. This wasn't enough attention for Bender.

"Oh shit! What're we s'posed to do if we hafta take a piss??"

"Ya piss man. It's simple." I don't think Bender heard me. Whatever.

"If you gotta go.." Bender unzipped his fly under the table. "You gotta go!"

"HEY! You're not urinating in here man!" Andrew was furious. Bender was just trying to get attention.

"Don't talk! Don't talk! It makes it crawl back up."

"You whip it out and you're dead before the first drop hits the floor!"

At this Bender gasped. "Oh, you're sexy when you get angry...Grrr"

Wisely Andrew turned back around although there was no absence of muttering from the front row. Bender zipped up his fly and turned to Brian. "Hey Homeboy...Why don't you go close the door and we'll get the little prom queen up there impregnated.."

I slammed my pen down on the table. Asshole. Bender barely noticed my anger. Sporto, the wrestler in the front row, then at that moment decided to cut in on my behalf.

"Hey! If I lose my temper you're totaled." Bender turned to him.

"Totally?"

"Totally" Sporto agreed.

"Why don't you just shut up. Nobody here is interested!" It appeared that Claire was actually able to try to stand up for herself. Good. 

"Really? Well I think the little vandal behind me is interested." Bender gestured toward me. I just rolled my eyes. Let him believe what he wants to.

Brian seeing the situation to be tedious tried to diffuse the situation. "Uh, excuse me, fellas? I think we should just write our papers.." He was completely ignored.

"Look just because you live here doesn't give you the right to be a pain in the ass, so knock it off!"

"Well it's a free country."

I butted in, "Hey Sporto! Why don't you ignore him and let him make a fool of himself on his own. He's good at that." Bender turned back toward me. "Sweets, you couldn't ignore me if you tried."

"Who said I'd be ignoring you? I don't believe I ever said that." I batted my eyelashes at the criminal and turned my attention back to my drawing. Bender soon lost interest in me and turned back toward the front.

"So..." They paid no attention to him. "So! Are you guys like boyfriend/girlfriend?... Steady dates?...Looovers? Come on Sporto. Level with me. Do you slip her the hot...beef.. injection?"

The front row was clearly infuriated with Bender's comments. It was kinda funny. Hot beef injection? I couldn't help but laugh. And of course Vernon was in his office. "Hey! What's going on in there?!" But he didn't care enough to check.

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