"Well...well." Jamie rolls her eyes dramatically. "Here we are! I want to congratulate for being on time..."
"Excuse me, sir?" Claire starts, raising her hand as the words pass her lips. "I think there's been a mistake. I know it's detention, but-um-I don't think I belong in here." Vernon doesn't respond, turning to look the other way.
"Well, it is now seven-oh-six. You have exactly eight hours and fifty-four minutes to think about why you are here. To ponder the error of your ways-" Before Vernon is able to continue, an indescribable sound is heard, not surprising Jamie one bit. Turning her sight, she finds John spitting into the air before catching it. Though disgusting, she has learned to bear with it.
"Charming," Jamie grins, getting a smile from John in response.
"...and you may not talk. You will not move from these seats. And you-" he points at Benders, "...will not sleep." A moment passes, letting it sink in for no reason before continuing. "Alright people, we're gonna try something a little different today. We are going to write an essay-- of no less than a thousand words-- describing to me who you think you are," Vernon states, passing out pencils and paper. " Is that clear, Mr. and Ms. Bender?"
"Can we repeat one sentence a thousand times?" Jamie wonders, raising her hand lazily.
"You can find out next Saturday."
"I'll take it as a yes," she nods, allowing her head to lull back in her seat.
"Maybe you'll learn a little something about yourself. Maybe you'll even--decide whether or not you care to return." It's obvious that Vernon has already gotten Jamie's answer. She grabs the sunglasses again, placing them over her eyes, deciding she could get some sleep for a few hours. "My office is right across that hall," Vern announces, pointing towards the exit. "Any monkey business is ill-advised." Long, drawn-out seconds pass before Vernon ends it with, "Any questions?"
"Yeah I got a question," John speaks, fumbling with his gloves. "Does Barry Manilow know you raided his wardrobe?" Jamie snorts loudly, a lazy grin across her face, while others try to fight off their laughter.
"I'll give you the answer to that question, Mr. Bender, next Saturday. Don't mess with the bull young man, you'll get the horns." He walks out of the room without another word. Despite this, John still continues.
"That man is a brownie hound," he states. Jamie chuckles quietly, allowing her eyes to close.
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the latter | andrew clark ✅
Fanfiction"You know how leftovers aren't as good as when you had it that first night?" Andrew nods slowly, a look of confusion on his face. "Where's this going?" he wonders, getting shushed in response. "So..." she trails off, "think of John as the food you...
