A/N: I know that some characters in this story are from other decades and would be considered anachronisms, but this is, after all, just a work of fiction. All music mentioned herein and characters from other films are property of their respective creators. Anyways, let's get on with the story.
It was 7:00 AM. Brian Johnson didn't need to be at school for at least a half hour, but he had already eaten breakfast, showered, and dressed in an argyle sweater and khakis with a pair of white Keds. He looked over at his new mode of transportation with an eager grin.
The truth was it was nothing more than old moped from 1979 that his sympathetic father picked up for him after feeling sorry about failing something as trite as Shop Class. What mattered to his father, Steven Johnson, were his son's academic grades—which were flawless at all A's.
With this speed machine, he'd be the envy of all his friends. After all, only Duckie Dale had any mode of self-transportation other than their parents' cars—and it was just an ordinary bike. Sadly, none of the brains at Shermer High had acquired a driver's license. He hopped on the bike and started it with a kick motion of his foot. He strapped on his backpack, and checked his safety helmet, and goggles, then sped out of the open garage door.
As Brian made his way up his street, he the sound of screeching tires caught his attention as he idled at the stop sign. He looked around, seeing the silver Pontiac Firebird that had almost rear-ended him. The driver had gotten out; he recognized the face.
"Hey, Geek! Watch it!" The driver was Mike Dexter, Shermer High wrestler.
"I believe you almost rear-ended me." Brian had noted meekly.
"My dad just bought me this! You almost busted the grille!"
"I was at a stop sign. What else was I supposed to do?" asked Brian.
"You were supposed to not ride that piece of scrap metal!" Dexter was getting furious with this guy.
"But, I—"
He was cut off as Dexter pulled him off his bike, and soon had him in a full nelson.
"Ahh! Let go, Mike!"
"Not until you apologize for nearly wrecking my car!"
"I was there first!" Mike only answered by tightening the hold, which caused a yelp from Brian. Then Brian caught a familiar face of the passenger in the car. It was Andrew Clark. He hoped he'd say something to help him out, but it looked hopeless when Clark just shot a look as if to say, "I wish I could do something." Mike threw Brian on the ground and got back into the sports car and sped off by the fallen boy, leaving him in a cloud of dust that made him choke. He got up took off his helmet and goggles then walked his moped back to his house and just walked to school feeling defeated.
Eventually, he was about halfway to school when he spotted a silver BMW at a red light with Claire Standish in the passenger seat. She looked over at him and noticed his eyes were red like he had been crying or something. She gave a half smile as he just nodded in acknowledgement. She really wanted to give him a ride the rest of the way, wanted to ask him what happened, ask about the gash on his cheek. But, she just shrugged it off, not wanting her Dad to get involved. The light turned green and off she went. Brian felt terrible. That was two of his supposed friends that he thought he made on Saturday at detention that ignored his helplessness today and he wasn't already at school.
When he was ready to trudge on, a blue Buick stopped next to him and Allison asked if he wanted a ride. Brian just got in the passenger side seat and felt grateful Allison hadn't forgotten him; he kind of liked her, anyway. Allison pulled into the school parking lot eventually asked him about his appearance. He recalled the events of the past fifteen minutes as she listened.
"Andy just sat there as he did that to me." Allison just listened on disgusted at what she thought was a special person.
"Claire just drove by, too. I hoped she'd offer to give me a ride but she just smiled and waved."
Allison just punched the steering wheel and then patted him on the shoulder and gave him a hug.
"Don't worry" was all she said was she handed Brian his backpack and they headed for the front door of the school. Brian just rushed into the bathroom stall and wept.
Allison found Andrew outside of the gym and walked over to him.
"Hey." He smiled and went to say something else, but was cut off abruptly.
"Jerk!" was all she said.
"What did I…" He tried again.
"You just watched as Mike did that to him! How could you? You knew he was depressed! He told us on Saturday why he got it in the first place!" She just stormed off leaving Andy bewildered. He just shook his head and started getting a massive stomach ache from his guilt. He needed to find Brian at lunch today.
Allison went to the area by the cafeteria where the popular kids hung out and looked for Claire. She also had a few choice words but first she saw Bender.
