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Sorry it's taken a while to get this up. I've been busy and when I've had free time my muses have been filled with ideas for my story Transcending Time.

Detention Pt.2

Gertie POV:

"Why the hell is this door closed?!" Vernon asked in a booming shout as he marched over to the front row of desks. Nobody said a word, just looked at him like we didn't know what he was talking about. Claire and Andy even went as far to shrug at Vernon. "Why is that door closed?" He asked, looking right at Claire.

"We're just sitting here." Claire innocently said.

Vernon came right up to Bender's side of our desk and asked loudly, "Who closed that door?"

"I think it just closed, Sir." Andy's voice sounded out a bit quietly from the row in front of us.

"Who?" Vernon asked again, causing the girl in black to let out a shriek, sounding like a scared mouse, before plopping her head on her desk and cradling it with her crossed arms.

"She doesn't talk, Sir." Bender told the vice principal, placing the heat onto himself.

"Bender, what the hell happened to the door?" Vernon asked, his brows furrowed, as he stared at my friend.

"I dunno, perhaps a screw fell out of it." Bender shrugged.

"A screw fell out?" Vernon flatly asked, a look of disbelief on his face.

"Yea, the world's an imperfect place. Screws fall out all the time."

"Give it to me, Bender." Vice Peckerwood demanded, holding his hand out to Bender. Yea, like he was just gonna drop a screw in it…Get real, Vernon.

"I don't have it." Yea, I did and I was currently sitting on it so…

"Do I have to shake it out of you? I said hand it over." The vice principal shouted, sounding like a nutjob.

"Sir, he doesn't have the screw. He's been sittin' with me the entire time; the door just slammed shut on its own." I told Vice Peckerwood as a way to take the heat off of Bender. Unfortunately, that meant puttin' it on me.

Vice Peckerwood turned his attention to me and asked, "Oh, so Miss Hatfield, you think it's cute to cover for him then?"

"I'm not covering, he doesn't have the screw." I lied with a straight face. A poker face actually, one that my grandpa taught me when I was little.

"Then if he doesn't have it, do you?" Yes, yes I do, but I'm not forking it over.

"She doesn't have it, Dick." Bender quickly spoke up, placing the attention back onto him.

"Then hand it over, Bender." Vernon snapped, his veins bulgin' angrily out of his neck. It was very Hulk-like.

"I don't have it." My smokin' buddy ground out thru gritted teeth.

"Excuse me, Sir, but why would somebody steal a screw?" Claire asked, putting an end to the endless merry-go-round, me, Bender, and Vernon were on.

Vernon just shook his head before storming over to the door. He grabbed a nearby chair and drug it over. Oh dear, he was going to try and prop a heavy door open with a flimsy tin chair. This oughtta be good…

"The door's too heavy, Sir." Bender barely got out of his mouth before the door slammed shut, sending the chair flying somewhere across the hall.

Everyone laughed, chuckled, and giggled. Even the weird girl cracked an amused smile. The only one that didn't find it funny was Vernon, of course, who was shouting, "Damnit!" as he got left in the hall with the discarded chair. He opened the door and entered the library only to stand by the door with his hands on his hips. Looking right at Andy, he snapped his fingers and bellowed, "Andrew Clark!" Andy looked at Vernon as he ordered, "Get up here, front and center. Let's go!"

"How come Andrew gets to get up?" Bender asked, pointing at Andy as he got up and rushed over to Vernon by the door. As Vernon was making Andy help him move a magazine rack to prop the door open with Bender made a dramatic speech of, "If he gets up, we'll all get up; it'll be anarchy."

"Anarchy." I echoed, waving my hands in the air spirit finger style for added dramatic effect. Hey, I couldn't let Bender have all the fun.

Andy was tripping over the magazine rack as he tried to get back inside of the library. Oh god, I was stifling a laugh cause it was just too funny watching the jockstrap nearly kill himself by falling over a magazine rack.

"That's clever, Sir, but what're we supposed to do in case of a fire? I think violating fire codes and endangering the lives of children would be unwise in this point of your career." Bender said in a smartass tone.

"Yea, I don't wanna become a crispy fried fritter." I added in, backing up Bender and where he was going with his remark.

"What're you doing? Get this out of here for god's sake." Vernon barked at Andy, causing the jock to move the magazine rack (by himself too) out of the doorway.

"The library comes with standard emergency fire exits on both sides of the building." Informed Brian as he pointed to all of the exits.

Bender snapped his head in Brian's direction and gritted thru his teeth, "Show Dick some respect."

"Let's go." Vernon told Andy, giving him a light shove and pointing to his empty seat up front. "I expected more out of a varsity letterman." The vice principal chastised Andy with a hard stare as he took his seat.

"You're not fooling anybody, Bender and Gertrude. The next screw to fall out will be you two." Vernon sneered, looking at us with hate shinning in his eyes.

"Eat my shorts." Bender mumbled under his breath right as Vernon turned to go.

Vice Peckerwood spun on his heel and asked the dude next to me, "What did you just say?"

"I said eat my shorts." Bender Loudly enunciated, giving Vernon a 'fuck off' look.

"You just bought yourself another Saturday, mister."

"Ah, I'm crushed." Bender sarcastically told Vernon while rolling his eyes.

"You just bought one more." Vernon barked.

"Well, I'm free the Saturday after that, but beyond that I'll have to check my calendar." Bender sarcastically told the power-hungry vice principal.

"Good, cause it's gonna be filled." Vernon snapped before continuin' his tirade with, "We'll keep going, you want another one? Say the word, just say the word and instead of going to prison you'll come here."

Without thinking, my word vomit got the better of me and I asked Vernon, "Don't you think saying he'll go to prison's a bit much?"

Turning his attention to me, he pointed his finger and said, "Well, looks like you'll be joining your buddy Bender next Saturday." Cutting me a hard look he asked, "Do you want anymore?"

"No." I answered cause I really didn't want anymore detentions.

"Okay, you'll be here the Saturday after that too." Vice Peckerwood told me with a hard look on his face.

"What, but why?" I protested in a high-pitched shriek. How could this asshole do this to me? I didn't do anything and he's giving me more detentions.

"Oh, and the one after that too." Vernon smirked wickedly. Dear god, this man was the devil. The devil of Shermer High.

Taking the heat off of me, Bender told Vernon, "Your beef's with me, not her. Leave her out of your detention give aways."

"Are you through?" The vice principal asked, giving Bender a cold pointed look.

While crossing his arms over his chest, Bender stared down Vernon. "No."

"I'm doing society a favor."

"So." My friend shrugged, actin' as if he didn't give a fuck.

"I've got you for the rest of your natural born life." Dear god, our vice principal was on some demented power kick. He needed a shrink; pronto.

"Calm down, Sir. Wouldn't want to get apoplexy over giving Bender detentions." I advised Vernon since he was turning red in the face and looked like his blood pressure was sky rocketing. He should get a stress test done or something, he's about to stroke out in front of my desk.

Snapping his head so fast it was like some Exorcist shit, Vernon barked, "You shut up, Hatfield, or you'll get another detention too." I just put my hands up in surrender, showing that I gave up and would be quiet. Looking at both me and Bender, the power-hungry Vernon remarked, "Watch your step or you'll get another one." With a sinister look plaster on his face he asked, "Do you want another one."

"No." I answered while at the same time Bender just shrugged and said, "Yes."

Snapping his fingers and pointing between us, he announced, "You got it. Both of you, another detention."

"Cut it out." Claire ordered in a shriek while spinning in her chair to give me and Bender dirty looks.

"You through?" Vernon asked the bad boy next to me, whether he was serious or not I couldn't tell. His voice didn't give way to any hints or mockery, but with this dickhead…

"Not even close, bud." Bender sneered, pushing Vernon's buttons.

"That's another right there."

"You really think I give a shit?" Bender scoffed, one of his brows arched up challengingly at our vice principal.

"I don't, I ran out of 'em to give." I honestly scoffed, feeling bored and tired of the detention handout game.

"That's it, another for the both of you." Vernon barked before asking, "You through?" Before Bender could bust Vernon's balls, the man asked, "How many is that?", since he lost track of the ungodly amount of Saturday detentions that he was giving out like Halloween candy.

"It's seven, plus the one from when he made the Barry Manilow remark. Oh, and she's got five." Brian told Vernon after using his hands to count out the proper number of detentions me and Bender had.

"Eight for you, Bender, and five for you, Hatfield."

"Excuse me, Sir, it's seven." Brain said, trying to correct our power-hungry vice principal from hell.

Vernon looked at Brian while snapping, "Shut up, Pee-Wee." Brian just clamped his mouth shut and sunk in his seat. Turning his attention back to me and Bender, Vernon made a bull sign with his hand while telling us, "Your mine, Bender and Gertrude. For two months I got'cha, I got'cha."

Oh, lucky us…

"What can I say, I'm thrilled." Bender sarcastically told our dictator of a vice principal. I didn't say a word, just rolled my blue eyes at Vernon.

A hard look crossed over Vernon's face as he told us, "I'm sure that's what you want these people to think." Pointing his finger between us he went on to say, "Well, Bender, Hatfield, I think you two should spend more time trying to do something with yourselves and less time trying to impress people." Bender and me shared a look that screamed 'Is the douche serious? He doesn't even know us.' He ended his little lecture with, "You might be better off." Well, I know one thing, we'd be better off if he didn't work at Shermer High. Vernon clenched his jaw before telling everyone, "That's it, I'll be right outside those doors and the next time I have to come in here I'm cracking skulls." I just rolled my eyes at him while Bender mimicked him, silently mouthing 'I'm cracking skulls'. Vernon gave us all a cold glare before leaving the library.

The door had just shut whenever Bender yelled at the top of his lungs, "Fuck you!"

Well, that went over like a led balloon. Grandpa's gonna be so pissed (hopefully at Vice Peckerwood and not me) about my detentions that'll take up pretty much my entire school year weekends.

Time was slowly ticking by and I was bored as hell. I was zoning out, my head propped on my bag, whenever I felt a tap on my shoulder. Turning my head to see what Bender wanted, I noticed that he was nudging me with his pack of Reds. "Are we even allowed to smoke in here?" I asked with an arched brow.

"Does it even matter, the door's closed."

I just shrugged and sat up before taking one of the offered cigarettes. Bender took one out of his pack and placed it into his mouth before grabbing his matches and striking a small flame up. He lit my smoke for me, which I thanked him for with a simple, "Thanks, Bender."

He just nodded his brown shaggy head at me before placing his booted foot on the table and asking me in a cool collective tone, "Wanna see something cool?"

"Sure." I nodded, taking my first long drag off my smoke.

Bender lit the toe of his boot on fire, waved the flame out of his match, and bent over slightly to use the flame dancing off his boot to light his cigarette with. As the end of his smoke smoldered with a fresh orangey-red ember, he smacked his biker-gloved hand on his booted toe and snuffed out the fire.

"Nice." I simply told him while blowing out a smoke ring.

As I smoked, I subtly looked around at my peers to see what they were doing. The weird girl was wrapping a piece of string (I think she got it from her sweatshirt) around her finger, turning it purple, while Brian was playing with his pants; placing his knitted Bears beanie over his crotch since his pants were tight from drooling and daydreaming over Claire all morning. Talk about Claire, Queenie was resting the side of her head on her hand while staring into space. Most likely she was daydreaming about a shopping trip at Neiman Marcus. Sporto, oh I mean Andy, was playing with the cord that lined the hood of his electric blue hoodie. He was pulling it back and forth to make the hood bunch up and collapse over and over again as he moved his head along to follow his hand movements.

"Dear god, we're trapped with a bunch of whack jobs." I whispered to Bender as we both blew some smoke out of our lungs.

"Mhm…" He sighed before propping his other foot onto the desk and playing air guitar.

"Can you play a real guitar?' I asked, watching Bender jam as the ash on the end of his cig grew.

Looking over his shoulder at me and pausing in his playing, he answered me with a simple, "Yea."

"My brother's a drummer in a garage band." I told Bender, causing him to just nod. "Its funny cause usually drummers don't get the chicks, but my brother's the one that's always got a new girl every night."

"Hmm, a popular drummer. Now, that is something very unheard of." Bender told me, taking a drag of his smoke and tipping the ashes carelessly on the floor.

"Well, he's a pretty boy with long golden locks so that's prolly why he's the drummer with all the chicks."

"Bet his bandmates hate that." Bender chuckled while ending his air guitar session.

"Oh, they do." I agreed with Bender, a small smirk tinting my lips. After a moment or so, I revealed the small awkward fact of, "Actually, my ex, Kace, is the lead singer for the band."

"Bet that breakup hit your brother hard."

"Not really considerin' I moved here and my ex is still in the band; still friends with Wye too."

Bender's brow rose up as he asked, "Your brother's name's Why?"

"No, his name's Wyatt IV, but he goes by Wye, W-Y-E." I answered, spelling out my bother's nickname so that Bender would know that Wye never signed his named Why. Yea, there wasn't any real nicknames for Wyatt so…

"Oh..." Bender nodded.

Taking a drag off my smoke, I hummed, "Mhm…"

Suddenly things got quiet between me and Bender. I don't know what he was thinking about, but I know what I was thinking about. Memories of my time with Kace flooded my mind. God, I would get myself wrapped up into him. Hell, he's the reason I'm even in this hellhole called Shermer High.

Everyone was napping whenever Vernon shouted, "Wake up!" Shit, he would come into the library and disturb everyone's peaceful nap. "Who has to go the lavatory?" He asked, causing all of us to raise our hands. "Come on, let's go." Vernon snapped his fingers. Silently, we sat up (a bit groggily) and blinked to get our bearings. "I want two single file lines, one for girls and one for boys." He told us as he all stood up from our desks. Dear god, does he think we're in kindergarten or something?

Without a word, we complied to his line up rule. In front was Claire and Andy, behind them were me and Bender, and last, but not least, Brian and the weird girl were behind us. Quietly, we followed Vernon out of the library and down the hall to the bathrooms.

Without a word, everyone went inside of their assigned bathroom. While me and Claire just picked a random stall to use, the weird girl was standing flush against the wall studying the row of stalls. Oh god, art class girl is nutty. Who the hell just stares at bathroom stalls for? Just go inside of one, sheesh.

The weird girl had picked a stall when I had walked out of mine. As I went over to the sink and washed my hands, Clair was primpin' herself up. Hell, we've only been here a couple of hours and she's already powderin' her nose? God good…talk 'bout bein' a lil vain.

I didn't say a word, just turned off the facet and went over to the paper towel dispenser. I grabbed one, dried off my hands, and went back into the hall. Hell, even a bathroom break was abnormal while in detention considerin' Princess Pinkie was touchin' up makeup while the other one was most likely turnin' a stall into her new dorm room with how hard she was studyin' the rows of them.

Whenever I stepped foot into the hall, I noticed that all the boys, plus Vernon, were waitin' for us girls. I just got into line next to Bender, only to have Vernon ask, "Where's the others at?"

"Well, one's applyin' for a position at Mary Kay while the other one finally picked a stall to live in."

Vernon cut me a narrowed look. "Oh, you think you're funny huh, Hatfield? Well, remember, missy, I know why you had to transfer here and I won't think twice 'bout kicking you out of this school either if you cause trouble."

I didn't say a word, just nodded my head in understanding at Sherman High's devil.

Bender and me were perched up on the large wooden cabinets while Brian stood nearby. Andy was leaning against the wooden railing while Claire sat at her desk, turned slightly in her chair so that she could watch us. The weird girl in the far back desk was drawing something in a sketch pad. I was lightly swaying my legs, smacking the heel of my riding boots into the cabinet, while Bender was destroying a book by tearing it apart. Usually, I'd be devastated to see a book torn to shreds, but it was Molière and I hated his work so I didn't care enough to tell Bender to stop.

"That's real intelligent." Andy sarcastically told Bender.

"You're right. It's wrong to destroy literature." Bender agreed, whether it was legit or mockingly I couldn't tell, as he paused in destroying the book. Turning it to read the front cover, he sarcastically announced, "It's such fun to read and Molet really pumps my nads!"

"It's Molière" Claire told Bender in a snotty way as she fought against rolling her eyes at him.

Brian put in his two cents with, "I love his work."

"I hate his work." I revealed as Bender finished destroying the book, he was entertaining himself with; tossing the pages at Brian.

"Like you know who Moliere is." Claire scoffed in a dismissive way, as if I was some filthy illiterate peasant.

"Believe it or not, I do. I prefer Dickens myself. His most famous holiday tale A Christmas Carol to be precise." I told the stuck-up redhead, earning me a headshake from her. Snapping my fingers, I added to my favorite book list with, "Oh and then there's Slaughter House Five by Kurt Vonnegut, another one of my favorites."

"Big deal, nothing to do when you're in vacancy." Bender shrugged.

"Speak for yourself." Andy snapped back, sounding over the situation of being stuck in detention with us.

"Do you think I speak for you?" Bender asked while messing around with a card catalog. "I don't even know your language." My friend reminded the jockstrap as he took some catalog cards out of their holder, tossin' them over his shoulder and onto the ground.

Andy just shook his head before looking over to Claire. "You grounded tonight?" He asked.

"I don't know. My mom said I was, but my dad said to just blow her off." Claire told Andy, causing my ears to perk up. Goddamn, what kinda parents did she have? My parents would never do shit like that. Ha, reason why I'm here in Shermer instead of back home in Mate Creek.

"Big party at Stubby's tonight. Parents are in Europe; should be pretty wild." The jock told the princess while the rest of us just listened in as if we weren't even there.

"Yea?" Claire asked, confirming that the party would be a big thing for her preppy crowd.

"Yea." Andy confirmed. "Can you go?"

"I doubt it." Claire sighed.

"Why not?" Andy pressed while Bender returned to my side.

"Cause if I do what my mother tells me not to do it's only cause my father says it's okay." Um, yea, but why is that such a problem? If she can get out of being grounded, shouldn't she just take the opportunity no matter what? Claire let out a sigh. "It's this whole total monster deal that's endless and a total drag. It's like any minute divorce." Oh, so her rich parents had marital problems? Well, that explains why she doesn't want to make any waves.

"Who do you like better, you mom or your old man?" Bender asked her.

"They're both strict." Claire replied instead of actually answering with 'mom' or 'dad'.

Bender shook his head. "No, I mean if you had to pick one to live with, who'd it be?"

"Neither, I'd live with my brother." Claire told Bender before revealing, "I mean, neither one gives a shit about me…they just use me to get back at each other…"

"Unless you're 18 you're stuck with one of your parents." I told her, poppin' her lovely bubble.

"No, I'd be able to live with whoever I want." Claire insisted as she folded her arms over her chest.

"No, Queenie, that's not how the law works." I informed her, causing everyone to look at me.

"Hmph, and how would you know anything about the law?" Queenie snippily asked me.

"I've got a few cousins that are lawyers so I think I've got a better understanding of legal matters then you do." I smugly threw back at her. Maybe here in Shermer I was low on the totem pole, but back in Mate Creek I was of the Hatfield family. One of the most revered and famous families of the Tug River Valley.

"Ever use your cousins to get you out of some pickles?" Bender curiously asked me.

"No, but my brother has." I told him, earning me a head nod.

"HA!" The weird girl loudly shouted from her spot in the back table while blowing a piece of hair out of her face.

"Shut up!" Claire ordered Allison, giving the weird girl a hard stare.

"You're just feeling sorry for yourself." Andy told Claire in a tone that portrayed that he was over her poor me act about her parents.

"If I didn't nobody else would."

"Oh boohoo. You're breaking my heart."

"Sporto." Bender called to Andy, getting his attention.

"What?" Sporto asked, giving Bender stony look.

"You get along with your parents?" Bender asked, putting the jock on the spot.

Andy looked at Bender while everyone looked at the jockstrap. Oh, I wonder if he's gonna tell the truth or give out a bullshit answer. I hope he tells the truth, but with this guy's attitude, who knows.

I ended the chapter right before Andy answers Bender about his parents cause I didn't want this to go on and on. Anyways, hope you guys liked this chapter.