the fairy | john bender ✅

eleven

It's only 10:22, and everyone is more irritated than before. Bender tears out the pages from a book. Sad to say the Julian actually liked reading that book. Luckily he knows they have three other copies.

"I've been in this library too long," Julian grumbles, rubbing his eyes. He moves around, his legs beginning to fall asleep as he lays on top of the table.

"That's real intelligent," Andrew states, pointing towards Bender.

"Yeah. It's wrong to destroy literature. It's such fun to read—Molet really pumps my nads!" he boasts dramatically.

"Mol-yare," Julian and Claire correct. Bender glances at both of them; Claire has a flirtatious-filled look on her face, while Julian just stares off at the ceiling, his legs hanging off the edge.

"I love his work." Bender throws pages at the boy in response before tossing it aside. He moves towards the card catalogue drawer, taking cards out. Julian sighs silently, knowing he going to be fixing that his free period.

"Big deal, nothing to do when you're locked in a vacancy."

"Speak for yourself," Andrew grumbles.

"Do you think I'd speak for you? I don't even know your language!" Bender snaps. Andrew turns to Claire, who sits beside him. They begin to talk, but Bender doesn't bother listening, waving Julian over to him. The latter obliges, despite a glare on his face.

"What?" he questions softly.

"I'm sorry I asked if you were a fairy. I just wanted to know if it was actually true."

"So you can tell everyone else? Great."

"No, I just wanted to know."

A moment passes between them, Julian face softening before he whispers, "You should have your head up your own ass, not others." John chuckles softly, a small smile on his lips. Jc rolls his eyes moving to sit on the railing. His brow raises a bit, hearing Claire speak.

"Well 'cause if I do what my mother tells me not to do, it's because my father says it's okay. There's like this whole big monster deal, it's endless and it's a total drag. It's like any minute—divorce."

"Who do you like better?" Julian questions, turning around on the railing to look at them.

"What?"

"Your old man or your mom?" Bender explains.

"They're both strict." Julian snorts faintly, not believing her.

"If you had to choose," he added on.

"I dunno, I'd probably go live with my brother. I mean, I don't think either one of them gives a shit about me. It's like they use me just to get back at each other."

"Ha!!!" Everyone turns they're head, finding the culprit to be Allison. All the males' lips curl into a grin, Claire glaring daggers at the girl.