"What's with the sweatpants?" -Bender
. "I mean, we're all pretty bizarre. Hell, Rebecca is wearing sweatpants." - Clarke
"What about Rebecca? What would your friends say if you were walking down the hall together? They'd laugh their asses off, and...
"Hey, I screwed around. Guys screw around there's nothing wrong with that, except you got caught, Sporto." Mr. Clark tells his son as they sit in the truck. "I know, mom already rammed me, all right!" Andrew rolled his eyes, looking out the window. "You want to miss a match? Do you want to blow your ride? Huh? What school's going to give a scholarship to a discipline case?" Mr. Clark received no answer as Andrew just opened and left the truck slamming the door on his way out.
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As the truck drove away, John Bender came walking up to the school parking lot paying no mind to the blue car that stops just before it slams into him.
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Allison Reynolds popped out of the back seat of the blue car in a giant winter coat. She started walking towards the front window and bent her head down only for the car to drive off without any acknowledgment, leaving the girl to stare at the retreating car.
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The library was silent as Brian Johnson takes his seat, Claire Standish two rows ahead of him and to his right. Andrew Clark walks into the library, heading towards Claire's table. The athlete stops at the chair at the end of the table and points to it, Claire just shrugs in reply. After the silent interaction, Andrew pulls out the chair and puts his lunch on the floor as he sits.
John Bender walks through the open library doors, his fingertips gliding against the sides. He messes with things on the library desk and grabs a letter that sat at the end of the desk. He stares down the jock as he puts up his sunglasses and walks to the table where Brian is located. Brian is quick to get up and scramble to another table as Bender approaches him. John watches the boy grab his stuff before pulling out the chairs to make his own footrest.
