You had went with him, cause you had to- to get the cokes for lunch. It's a Saturday detention, 1985. You were stuck in the library with John Bender, Claire Standish, Allison Reynolds, Brian Johnson, and of course, him, Andrew Clark.

You two made it into the teachers lounge where the vending machine was. Andrew made his way to the vending machine, buying the cokes.

But as he bends over to get one from the bottom, he sees you over where the private lockers are, fucking around. He stands up and sits the coke on the top of the machine.

"Shit.." He mutters. "Whaddya doin'?"

He starts walking over to you. "Y'know those are private lockers, you shouldn't be doin' that."

He stops by you, and you throw something at him. A notebook. He looks down and then at you, dodging the object.

"Why." He asks, in a very monotone way.

He points at you. "Look, c'mon man, cut it out!"

You put a hat on his head and go back to doing whatever your doing. He takes the hat off and throws it to the floor, putting his hand down and looking behind him.

He turns back around to see you steal some keys, and then you pull out a vinyl. You put it against his chest, marveling at the item. He looks down at it.

"This belongs to a teacher.." He states.

After you say something like.. 'You know what that means? They're human,' He shakes his head, gets the sodas, and leaves to the hallway.