The time was now 11:30. Jessica was completely bored until John whistled "Colonel Boogey March." Jessica joins in and then the others. They whistled until Vernon walked in. Everyone stopped except for John who switched to a Beethoven tune. Vernon scowled at the rebel.
"All right girls. That's thirty minutes for lunch." The principal stated.
"In here?" Andrew asked, confused.
"Here," Vernon said.
"Well, I think the cafeteria would be a more suitable place to eat lunch in sir," Andrew said.
"Well, I don't care what you think, Andrew." Vernon snapped.
"Uh, Dick? Excuse me, Rich. Will milk be available to us?" John asked.
"We're extremely thirsty, sir." Andrew said.
"Parched," Jessica added.
"I have really low tolerance on dehydration." Claire interjected.
"I've seen her dehydrated, sir. It's pretty gross." Andrew added.
"Relax, I'll get." John said, getting up.
"Ah. Ah. Grab some wood there, bud." Vernon said as John sat back down.
"You think I was born yesterday? I'm going to have you roaming these halls?"
John just shrugged.
"You," Vernon said to Andrew.
Andrew points to Claire, who sits up straight only to slump when Vernon selects Allison.
"And you. Hey! What's her name? Wake her, wake her!" Vernon ordered. "Hey! Come on; on your feet missy let's go! This is no rest home."
Allison grabs her bag and gets up.
"Soft drinks are in the teacher's lounge. Let's go!" The principal commanded.
Andrew reluctantly gets up.
The two teens walk in the hallway, not speaking to each other.
"So, what's your poison?" Andrew asked, breaking the silence.
Allison didn't respond.
"What do you drink?" Andrew clarified.
No response.
"Okay. Forget I asked." Andrew said rather disappointed.
"Vodka," Allison said.
Andrew turned to look at the recluse, surprised.
"Vodka. When do you drink vodka?" Andrew demanded.
"Whenever," Allison replied.
"A lot?"
"Tons," Allison drawled.
"Is that why you're here today?"
No reply.
"Why you're here?" Andrew asked.
"Why you're here?" Allison asked sharply as she whirled around and faced the athlete.
Andrew leans against the wall.
"Um, I'm here today because my coach and my father don't want me to blow my ride." He stated.
Allison raised an eyebrow skeptically.
"See, I get treated differently because Coach thinks I'm a winner. So does my old man." Andrew continued. "I'm not a winner because I want to be a winner. I'm a winner because I got strength and speed, kind of like a racehorse. That's how I'm involved in what's happening to me."
