The six teens heard a crashing sound from Vernon's office. Jessica smirked as she watched John sit between Cherry and Athlete who folded his hands primly.
Once Vernon was gone, John gets up and whoops. He walks over to the door.
"There's not supposed to be any monkey business." Johnson said.
"Young man, have you finished your paper?" John asked, mimicking Vernon.
Jessica snickered.
Once John reached the door, he starts to fiddle with the screws.
"Come on, Bender. Don't screw around." Athlete called.
"What's he going to do?" Cherry asked, rather curious.
"Drop dead, I hope." Athlete scoffed.
"Bender, that-that's school property. It doesn't belong to us, which are not something to be toyed with..." Johnson protested.
"Relax, dude. He knows what he's doing." Jessica said assuring the nerd .
When John finished pulling the screws out the door closed behind him. He walks over to Jessica's desk.
"My present to you, sweetheart. Hang on to them for me." John said as he handed the screws to Jessica and kissed her on the cheek.
"No problem, dude." The blonde hippie replied, blushing a bit. She slips the screws into the pocket of her jeans.
John returns to his seat.
"You should really fix that." Johnson insisted.
"Am I a genius?" The criminal asked.
"No, you're a dummy! Fix the door, Bender!" Athlete ordered.
"Everyone just shh! Listen, I've been here before and I know what I'm doing." John insisted.
"Fix the door!" Athlete commanded.
"Shut up, dude!" Jessica yelled.
The teens heard Vernon yell and as if on cue, the principal stormed in.
"Why is that door closed?" Vernon demanded.
No response.
"WHY IS THAT DOOR CLOSED?" Vernon shouted.
"How are we supposed to know?" John asked. "We're not supposed to move."
"Why?" Vernon demanded, looking at the prom queen.
The red head stared, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, before responding "We're just sitting here. Like we're supposed to,"
Vernon walked away from the princess, keeping his eye on her.
"Who closed that door?" Vernon asked the geek.
"I think a screw fell out of it." John broke in.
"It just closed, sir." Athlete said.
"Who?" Vernon asked the basket case.
The dark-haired girl just squeaked and slammed her forehead on the table, hiding under the hood of her parka.
"She doesn't talk, sir." John said.
Jessica heard the recluse squeak.
"Give me that, Bender." Vernon demanded.
"I don't have it, sir." John denied.
"You want me to yank you out of that seat and shake it out of you?" Vernon snapped.
"I don't have it." John insisted. "Screws fall out all the time. The world's an imperfect place."
"Give it to me, Bender." Vernon snarled.
