AN: This is my first fanfic EVER, so reviews would be highly appreciated. ;D

DISCLAIMER: If I owned The Breakfast Club, I wouldn't write a fanfiction, would I?

Claire Standish was teen royalty at Shermer High School. She had more friends than anyone, and was involved in all of the prep clubs. Everyone knew her, or at least pretended to know her, easily making her the most popular girl at school. To say the least, she had built up quite the reputation.

Was she really willing to sacrifice everything for John Bender?

More importantly, would he give up his rep as the school's bad boy, just for her? Had their episode in the closet on Saturday meant anything to him, or was she just another girl he "considered", another picture in his wallet? He didn't even believe in "one guy one girl," so why should she expect him to openly express his feelings? And if he wasn't going to, there was no way in hell she was going to show him how crazy she was for him.

And even more importantly, what was going to happen now, with the rest of The Breakfast Club? They had all shared so much during detention, and Claire wanted to remain friends (or in Bender's case, more than friends) with them, but it was easier said than done. She wanted to change, she really did, but she wasn't sure if she was strong enough. It seemed simple when it was only the five of them, but out in the real world, it was different. It was hard breaking stereotypes, especially with her group of friends. She tried to imagine her introducing them to Brian or Allison, but she just didn't see her friends accepting them. She pictured walking down the hallways, arm in arm with Bender, but once again, she saw the same outcome. It seemed very unlikely she'd have the courage to stand up for her new friends, especially if Bender didn't want to be "an item." What she was most afraid of, was that she'd work up the guts and finally tell her "friends" off, only to find that Bender wouldn't do the same for her, and she'd be alone.

And it was for this reason that when she walked into school on Monday morning, her stomach was full of butterflies. She headed towards her locker, finding herself scanning the hall for Bender along the way. She spotted Andy and Allison, and to her surprise they were hand in hand. "Kudos to them," thought Claire. She was impressed they had the courage to be this open about their relationship. She wanted Bender like this, and if she was 100% sure he wanted the same thing, she'd stand up to her friends, all she wanted was him for herself.

Andy waved at her, and Allison greeted her in her own weird way; by blowing her bangs out of her face and half smiling. Claire waved back at both of them, not paying any attention to her surroundings, or who could have been watching.

At that moment, she was approached by her "best friend", Jane.

"Uh, Claire? Did you just wave at that freak?"

"Uh.." Claire didn't know what to say. Thankfully Jane cut her off.

"And can you believe her and Andy are dating!?"

Claire was once again left speechless. She knew what she wanted to say; that she was happy for Andy and Allison, and that she thought they were cute in their own, odd sort of way, but all she could manage was, "Um.."

Good job, Claire, way to stand up.

Jane looked at her with an expression of confusion, but shook it off. "Come on," she said, grabbing Claire's hand. "We're gonna be late for first period."

And with that, Claire was dragged towards her locker.

Claire hadn't known it, but John Bender had been watching the entire time. He had been planning on speaking to her, but every time he'd work up the guts, he'd chicken out. He was scared shitless. He'd smoked half a pack this morning before he even got to school, just to calm his nerves. What was up with him? He never acted like this around women. Maybe it was because she was the fucking prom queen, and he was what, trash? Andy's cruel words from detention replayed in his mind.

"You know, Bender...you don't even count. I mean if you disappeared forever it wouldn't make any difference. You may as well not even exist at this school."

So why should he expect her to change, just for him? He wasn't worth it. He knew damn well he wasn't worth it. He wondered why he ever got his hopes so fucking high, that a real woman like Claire would actually consider him. What happened on Saturday had probably meant nothing to her, or at least not enough to do anything about it.

Just thinking about Saturday made him hot.

Claire leaned forward and kissed his neck, leaving him paralyzed.

"Why'd you do that?" he asked, staring wide-eyed at her, face frozen in an expression of shock mixed with pure delight. She smiled.

"Because I knew you wouldn't."

Fuck, he was so hot for her. He'd had many chicks, but Claire was a real woman. There was something about her, he claimed she was a tease, but he kind of liked it. He knew he didn't deserve her, but he needed her, right now. He knew it was pointless, and not to mention fucking stupid, but Christ, she looked hot today. He had the urge to go up and kiss her, right then and there, get all the secrecy shit out of the way.

Except she probably didn't want that. No fuck it, he knew she didn't want that. He didn't want to ruin her rep, if it meant more to her than him. If she cared about him, she'd have to make the first move.

But there was nothing wrong with just walking by.. right? He loved the way those jeans fit her, and he just had to get a closer look.

He spotted her at her locker, pretending to be interested in something one of the rich bitches was blabbing on about. He gave himself a pep talk, to try and calm his nerves. "Okay champ, you can do this. Just get in, get out, no one gets hurt."

With a flick of his head, he shook his hair out of his face, popped his collar, and proceeded to strut down the hallway, in the general direction of Claire's locker. He hoped to God he didn't look half as nervous as he felt.

Claire was rummaging through her locker, not paying attention in the least to what Jane had been talking about for the past five minutes. Every now and then, when she'd notice Jane pause in the midst of her rambling, she'd add a remark like "yeah," or "I know!"

Truth was, John was on her mind. She had really hoped to see him before classes started, just to prove that Saturday hadn't just been a figment of her imagination.

She noticed Jane had stopped speaking, and was staring at Claire, expecting a response of some sort. "Shit," thought Claire.

"Totally," she said, hoping it was the right answer. Jane's eyes widened in shock, making it clear she'd been wrong.

"Claire, do you realize you just said that you think I'm a bitch?"

"Oh," said Claire, shaking her head, "no, you're not a bitch…"

Claire trailed off, because she noticed a dark figure approaching from behind Jane.

It was none other than John Bender.

He looked especially sexy today, for some reason. Maybe it was the way his shaggy hair fell around his face, or his clothes, which hung off his shoulders in a most flattering way. He strutted down the hall like he owned the place, and Claire admired his attitude.

It suddenly dawned on her that he was heading towards her. She felt her heat beat twice its normal rate, and had no idea what to do. Was she supposed to approach him, talk to him in public? Or was she supposed to ignore him, so his rep as the school's biggest badass wouldn't be sabotaged? As he came closer, she noticed he was staring directly at her, so ignoring him wouldn't be an option.

She saw the corners of his mouth twitch upward into a smile, the smile that set off butterflies in her stomach. She instantly found she was smiling back. He gave her a nod, then looked her up and down, immediately making her blush. Her gaze dropped to the floor, and when it returned to his face, she saw he was grinning, which made her blush even more. She wanted him to come over to her, pick her up and kiss right in front of everyone, and be done with it. But she knew that'd never happen, John Bender didn't work like that. As he passed her, she felt the back of his hand brush hers. This shot a tingly feeling through her entire body, and the sensation was amazing. Before she knew it, he had passed her completely, and has he was walking away she hadn't hesitated in sneaking a glimpse of his backside.

"Hellooo? Claire?" Jane's words broke into her thoughts.

"Huh?" replied Claire, snapping out of her trance.

"What is up with you today!? First you wave at that weirdo, and now you're checking out John Bender?"

Claire was becoming annoyed with Jane. She was in such a good mood, she didn't need this right now. "I wasn't checking him out!"

"Whatever, Claire." And with that, the bell rang and Jane stormed off angrily.

But Claire couldn't care less. Without even exchanging words, she'd just had the best conversation of her life. It showed he cared, and now she couldn't possibly regret what happened Saturday.

And she was certain that neither could he.

Please R&R, and critisizm is welcome, as long as it's constructive.
I'll update as often as I can. (: