Chapter 2- Impregnated
The library stayed very quiet after Vernon left but it didn't look like anyone was writing their essay. Charity folded her legs underneath her and started fiddaling with her necklace. It was a small gold cross that hung on a thin gold chain, a present from her mum on her first communion.
The was a slight clicking sound coming from the back of the library but it didn't really bother Charity.
"You keep eating your hand and you won't be hungry for lunch." Bender spoke.
Charity turned to see the 'Basket Case'- Charity remembered her name was Allison- at the back of the library biting her nails. She turned to Bender and spat her nail at him.
"I've seen you before you know." Bender said to the reclusive girl.
It seemed like a pretty obvious statement, they were in a school and there was only a certain number of people in a school but then again, Charity could only remember Allison's name.
"Who do I think I am?" Came a mumbling from the front.
Charity located the Brain as the source of the voice, he had his pen hooked on his bottom lip.
"Who are you?" He continued to no one in particular, "I'm the Walrus."
He now had his pen stuck up his nose and Bender stared at him. Both boys began removing their jackets in unison and it was rather amusing for Charity to watch. Upon noticing, the Brain stopped taking off his jacket but Bender continued, not taking his eyes from the smaller boy.
"It's the shits, huh?" The Brain commented and he chuckled as Bender turned away.
He screwed a piece of paper into a ball and threw it over Princess's head. Charity pulled her bag onto the table and fished out her sketch pad and pencil, trying to think of what to draw. Someone was humming 'Sunshine of your Love' and Charity knew she'd have it stuck in her head for the rest of the day.
"I can't believe this is really happening to me." Princess muttered from the front.
"If you can't do the time, don't do the crime." Charity said.
Princess turned around and shot her a venomous look. Charity looked down at her pad and pretended to be drawing until the red head turned back to the front.
"Oh shit." Bender said once he'd finished humming. "What are we supposed to do if we have to take a piss?"
"Won't Vernon let you go to the bathroom?" Charity asked
"He won't let me go to the bathroom." Bender replied.
"Oh please." The Princess sighed.
"If you gotta go, you gotta go." Bender unzipped his fly, causing the two richies to turn and look at him in a kind of fear.
"You're not urinating in here, man." Athlete said.
"Don't talk, don't talk it makes it crawl back up." Bender said, prompting another small chuckled from Charity who was watching the scene unfold.
"You whip it out and you're dead before the first drop hits the floor." Sporto threatened.
Bender tilted his head at the other boy, "You're pretty sexy when you're angry, grr."
Sporto turned around and Bender started on a new target, making Charity pleased she's sat behind him, out of his eye line and off his radar.
"Hey, homeboy." Bender said to the Brain, "Why don't you go close that door, we'll get the prom queen impregnated."
'Impregnated', the word hit Charity like a ton of bricks. It reminded her of a home situation that she'd promised her sister she'd help sort out. The conversation had moved on when Charity tuned back in.
"If I lose my temper, you're totalled, man." Sporto said to Bender.
"Totally?" Bender asked.
"Totally." The Jock repeated, nodding.
The Athlete was falling right into Bender's trap, giving him the reaction he wanted but it was amusing to watch. Princess had figured this out.
"Why don't you just shut up? No body here's interested."
Bender pulled a face, pretending to be hurt.
"Really." Sporto said. "Butt face."
"'Butt face', what are you? Five?" Charity muttered from the back.
"Well, hey Sporto, what you do to get in here?" Bender asked, "Forget to wash your jock?"
"Excuse me, fellas," The Nerd interrupted, "But I think we should just write our papers."
"Are you going to write yours?" Charity asked, leaning forward to start a conversation with the Brain.
"Vernon expects us to." Brain replied, turning to Charity.
"I don't even know what to write." Charity shrugged.
"You want some help?" Brain asked.
Charity shook her head but smiled gratefully, "What's your name?"
"Brian, Brian Johnson." He told her.
"I'm Charity James." She said.
"So, so," Bender had changed the topic of his conversation with the two on the front row, "Are you guys like boyfriend, girlfriend? Steady dates? Lo-overs?" He stretched out the word, "Come on, Sporto. Level with me. Do you slip her the hot beef injection?"
"Go to Hell!" Princess screamed, turning on Bender.
"Enough!" The Athlete managed to keep some calmness in his voice.
"Hey!" Came a shout from Vernon's office, "What's going on in there?"