A.N: I don't own the breakfast club only my OC. Enjoy.
I walked through the doors of this depressing school. I needed to get away for the day and knew I was due a Saturday detention. As I got closer to the library where I knew from experience it was held I heard voices.
"Boyfriend girlfriend?" I heard someone ask in a questioning tone.
"Steady dates?" Same voice.
"Loo-vets?"
"C'mon sporto level with me. You slip her the hot-beef injection?" The voice taunted again.
"GO TO HELL!"
"KNOCK IT OFF!"
Two voice yelled as I got a few feet away.
"Hey!" Vernon shouted standing outside his office. "What's going on-" he cut off when he saw me before smiling viciously.
"Miss Smith. Finally turned up I see," he said mockingly before gesturing to the library. "In, we are doing something different today," he said. I just rolled my eyes and walked in. Everyone seemed to have been waiting wondering why he stopped yelling. All of their eyes widened at me. I just smirked and went to the front table.
"You are to write an essay on who you are? You have got until for o'clock enjoy the seven hours. I suggest you use it wisely and no funny business," he said before leaving. I just rolled my eyes and sat down putting my bag on the table before picking up the pencil.
"Who am I?" I spoke aloud pretending to think. "I am Jessica Smith. I am in Saturday detention being stared at by Claire Standish, Andrew Clark, Brain Johnson, John Bender and Allison Reynolds as they are all probably surprised I am here and know their name. Now if they could kindly stop staring and mind their own fucking business that would be great," I wrote speaking aloud turning to look at them at the end with a raised eyebrow. They all looked away. So I got up and threw the paper in the bin before sitting and leaning back on my chair. They didn't say anything for a while. I had sat in the seat closest to the bannister so I could observe without being too obvious. This lasted five minutes before Bender carried in his conversation with the princess and jock.
"So you guys never answered my question," he stated smirking.
"Shut up. Nothing is between us. And why don't you just stay quite there are five other people in the room apart from you," Andrew snarled.
"Wow, you can count. See, I knew you had to be smart to be a…a wrestler." Bender replied drily as he rested his elbows on his thighs and stared at the jock patronizingly.
"Who the hell are you to judge anybody anyway?" The jock snapped back angrily and he turned away from Bender dismissively.
"Really." The princess agreed with a snicker and she looked down at the table.
Bender glanced up at the princess.
"You know, Bender, you don't even count." The jock stated cruelly with a sneer, "You know if you disappeared forever, it wouldn't make any difference. You may as well not even exist at this school."
"Well, I'll just run right out and join the wrestling team," Bender commented, causing the two popular teens to look at each other and laugh loudly.
"Maybe the prep club too. Student Council." The criminal continued with a smirk, as the princess and jock continued to stare at him derisively.
The jock shook his head with a sneer, "Nah, they wouldn't take you."
"I'm hurt." Bender drawled sarcastically with a mockingly hurt expression on his face.
"You know why guys like you knock everything?" The princess asked haughtily as she looked at Bender and giving me a quick glance she thought I didn't see with a scornful expression.
"This should be stunning," Bender muttered while I rolled my eyes.
"It's because you're afraid. Both of you." The princess stated matter-of-factly and she looked at Bender then me before looking away again.
"Oh God, you richies are so smart." Bender agreed, the sarcasm heavy in his voice, "That's exactly why I'm not heavy in activities."
"You're a big coward." The redhead continued, looking at Bender with a small, almost pitying smile on her lips.
"I'm in the Math Club." I heard Brain say softly.
"See you're afraid that they won't take you." The princess stated her observation with obvious satisfaction, "You don't belong, so you just have to dump all over it."
"Nah I don't dump over it I set it on fire," I smirked at her sitting up starting to be entertained by these five. Yes, five. Allison was entertaining as I saw her little reactions and I could tell she was holding in a laugh.
Bender snorted while Claire, Andrew and Brian looked worried at my statement.
"Well, it wouldn't have anything to do with you activities people being assholes, now would it?" Bender asked drily, quirking a brow at the redhead taking the attention away from me.
"Well, you wouldn't know." The princess retorted matter-of-factly, "You don't even know any of us."
"Well, I don't know any lepers either, but I'm not gonna run out and join one of their fucking clubs."
"Hey," The jock barked, finally speaking up again as he glared at Bender, "Let's watch the mouth, huh?"
"Of all the days to come to detention. I get the most amusing," I mumble to myself. Decided to watch Bender, the princess, and the jock idly.
"I'm in the Physics Club too." Johnson suddenly spoke up again as he fiddled with his pen and watched the other three.
Bender pursed his lips and rolled his eyes at the nerd's statement.
"Excuse me a sec." He said to the princess and he looked at the scrawny nerd along with the princess and the jock "What are you babbling about?"
"Well, what I said was that I'm in the Math Club, uh, the Latin Club," The nerd replied obliviously as he counted off the clubs on his fingers, "And the P-physic Club…Physics Club."
Bender smirked slightly and leaned forward, looking at the princess, "Hey, Cherry,"
The princess's lip curled slightly in annoyance and she turned to glower at the criminal.
"Do you belong to the Physics Club?" Bender asked sarcastically.
"That's an academic club." The redhead stated like it was obvious.
"So?" I questioned smirking at what will most likely come out of her mouth. "What difference does that make?"
The princess looked at me warily, "So academic clubs aren't the same as other kinds of clubs."
"Ah…" Bender remarked like he'd just found the answer to a particularly difficult question, "But to dorks like him, they are."
The redhead bit her lip and looked over at the fidgeting nerd.
"What do you guys do in your club?" Bender asked Johnson, not really sounding interested but wanting to prove a point.
The nerd looked up at the ceiling in thought, "In Physics, we-we, uh, talk about physics, uh, properties of physics."
"So, it's sorta social. Demented and sad, but social, right?" Bender asked though the last part of the question was mostly directed at the princess.
The redhead sneered at Bender when he looked at her while Johnson answered the criminal's question, oblivious to the fact that it was rhetorical.
"Yeah, well, I guess you could consider it a social situation. Um, I mean there are other children in my club." Johnson explained, "And, uh, a-at the end of the year we have, um, we have a b-big banquet at the, uh, at the, uh, Hilton."
Bender looked up at that and he gestured with one fist, "Ya load up. Ya party."
"Well, now, we get dressed up." Johnson clarified, looking at Bender like he was a particularly dumb child with one eyebrow raised, "I mean, uh, but we don't, uh, we don't get high."
"Only burners like you and her get high." The princess quipped with a smirk as she nodded towards me without looking away from Bender.
Bender gave her a look and the smirk slowly disappeared from her face as she realised what she said. Bender glanced away from the princess briefly, his eyes watching me as I stared at the redhead through half-lidded emerald eyes, my lips twisted into a smile not denying it.
"And, uh, I didn't have any shoes so I had to borrow my dad's. It was kinda weird, 'cause my mom doesn't like me to wear other people's shoes. Then my cousin Kendall from Indiana, he got high once. He started, like, eating really weird foods and, uh, and then he just felt like he didn't belong anywhere. You know kind of like Twilight Zone, kinda."
"Sounds like you." The princess snickered at Bender after the nerd paused to take a breath.
"Brain. Shut up please they aren't paying attention. Though I want some of your cousins weed," I muttered glancing at him.
Johnson's mouth dropped open for a second then he shut it with a quiet click, ducking his head in embarrassment. Bender smirked slightly at my words but he didn't look away from the redhead.
"You guys keep up your talking and Vernon's gonna come right in here." The jock suddenly snapped at the other four after he had looked out the door and into the principal's office, "I got a meet this Saturday and I'm not gonna miss it on account of you boneheads."
"Oh and wouldn't that be a bite, huh?" Bender remarked and he grunted almost provocatively, "Missin' a whole wrestling meet."
The athlete leaned towards Bender and narrowed his eyes angrily, "You wouldn't know anything about it, faggot."
"Watch what you are saying. It isn't nice to call people names," I barked smirking at the Jock when he jumped.
The jock glared at me briefly before looking away then looked back at a smirking Bender, "You've never competed in your whole life."
"Oh, I know! I feel all empty inside because of it." Bender exclaimed with mock sadness as he made himself look like he was going to cry, but then his voice returned to its mockingly sarcastic tone, "I have such a deep admiration for guys who roll around on the floor with other guys."
"Ah, you'd never miss it." The jock remarked offhandedly as he glanced away from Bender then back again with a smirk, "You don't have any goals."
Bender stared back at the jock with a sly smile, "Oh, but I do!"
"Yeah?"
"I wanna be just like you." The criminal stated with a wide grin as he pointed at the jock with each word then he waved his hand slightly, "I figure all I need is a lobotomy and some tights."
"You wear tights?" Brian asked with a smirk. Even the Brain is laughing at him. I felt my self smirk.
"No, I don't wear tights." The athlete barked harshly as he turned to glower at the nerd, "I wear the required uniform."
"Tights." The nerd said insistently with a small grin