𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛™️ [✓]

four

all the sudden, bender suggests a idea. "...what do you say we close that door? we can't have any kind of a party with vernon checking us out every few seconds."

"well, you know the door's s'posed to stay open." brian adds.

"so what?" bender furrowed his eyebrows, flicking his curls.

"so why don't you just shut up! there's four other people in here you know." andrew says annoyed.

"god, you can count. see! i knew you had to be smart to be a—wrestler."

"who the hell are you to judge anybody anyway?!" andrew asks irritated.

"really?" claire agrees.

"ya 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."

bender wants to act tough, but that secretly crushed him. he pauses for a moment before speaking. however, he doesn't let his emotions out. "well—i'll just run right out and join the wrestling team." he mocks.

andrew and claire look at each other and snicker at the boy.

"maybe the prep club too! student council..." bender then mocks claire.

"no, they wouldn't take you." andrew shakes his head.

"i'm hurt." bender gasps.

"you know why guys like you knock everything?" claire asks.

bender mumbles to himself. "oh, this should be stunning."

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

"oh, god! you ritches are so smart, that's exactly why i'm not heavy in activities!" bender says with mock enthusiasm.

"you're a big coward!" claire snaps back.

brian begins to feel left out, so he attempts to enter the conversation. "i'm in the math club.." the boy says to himself.

"see you're afraid that they won't take you. you don't belong so you just have to dump all over it." claire continues.

"well, it wouldn't have anything to do with you activities people being assholes—now would it?"

"well you wouldn't know, you don't even know any of us." claire shakes her head.

"well, i don't know any lepers either, but i'm not gonna run out and join one of their fucking clubs." bender laughs.

"hey let's watch the mouth, huh?" andrew rolls his eyes.

brian, again, feels like he needs to contribute. "i'm in the physics club too..."

bender glances from claire to brian. "s'cuse me a sec. what are you babbling about?" bender asks brian.

"well, what i said was..i'm in the math club, the latin club and the physics club." brian counted on his fingers.

all bender does is nod and then turns back to claire. "hey...cherry...do you belong to the physics club?"

"that's an academic club."

"so?"

"so...academic clubs aren't the same as other kinds of clubs." claire continues.

"oh, but to dorks like him," bender points at brian. "they are." bender then turns to brian again. "what do you guys do in your club?"

"in physics, well, we talk about physics, and properties of physics." the boy replies.

"so it's sort of social—demented and sad—but social, right?" bender looks at claire.

claire rolls her eyes.

"well, you could consider it a social situation. there are other children in my club. and, at the end of the year, we have a big banquet at the hilton." brian excites himself.

"you load up. you party." bender tries to relate.

"no. we get dressed up, but we don't get high." the nerd says.

"only idiots like you get high." claire says to bender, still annoyed from all of his comments.

"i had to borrow my dads shoes..." brian continued to blabber while bender stared into claire's eyes.

"look you guys keep up your talking and vernon's gonna come right in here. i got a meet next saturday, i'm not gonna miss it on account of you boneheads." andrew interrupts.

"oh! and wouldn't that be a bite!" bender exaggerates. "missing a whole wrestling meet?"

"well you wouldn't know anything about it, faggot! you've never competed in your whole life!" andrew leans over in his chair, glaring at bender.

"oh, i know—i feel all empty inside because of it. i have such a deep admiration for guys that roll around on the floor with other guys!" bender looks down with mock hurt.

"ahhh, you'd never miss it. you don't have any goals." andrew looks away.

bender corrects the boy. "oh, but i do!"

"yeah?"

"i wanna be just like you! i figure all i need, is a labotamy and some tights!"

brian becomes interested. "you wear tights?"

andrew looks back to the boy. "no i don't wear tights, i wear the required uniform." he corrects.

"tights."

"shut up!" andrew says defensively.

allison smirks.