Alright, I watched The Breakfast Club yesterday and I've seen it 100 times before, but every time I watch it, the same thoughts pop up in my mind...What ever happened to Claire And Bender? Well, after countless times of fantasizing and picturing it, I have decided to just write it out as I saw it.

I hope you enjoy it, and just a little FYI, it's a flash back of that fateful Saturday Detention. Then I will pick up on more details in later chapters, I love feedback so please be kind, but be honest too, I need constructive criticism from all who are giving it and I will gladly accept it...ENJOY!!!

CHAPTER 1

"Why did you do that?" His words barely crept from his lips. He had never been rendered speechless by a girl. Especially the one standing mere inches from his face now.

"For you wouldn't…" She smiled widely at him, tying to implore a flirtatious sting to her words.

It worked. Why did it work? How did it happen? She's a rich, stuck up snob. Why? Nothing else could over-power the feelings rushing over his confused mind. Is it a trick?

It's been 2 years since that Saturday. That Saturday that had changed his out-look on life in fuck-vile High School. He had nicknamed it that when he was a freshman. He despised it, but he gradually got used to the fact that it was something else he would have to deal with in his shit life. Life at home was a god damn wreck; why not make it even worse. But none the less he dealt with it by being a complete ass-hole. Shrugging off going to classes, flunking just for thrills, watching in awe of how much of a rise he would get from a teacher just by not removing his feet from a desk top. It was all a huge funny game to him. A huge fun game he was the master of, the only game he knew how to play. Up until that Saturday; That Saturday that he went into like any other Saturday detention he had received from Old Vern. The biggest idiot he liked to bust on. He gladly accepted his punishment with a cocky smile as usual. He had gotten dressed that morning in what he thought looked alright, it was a standard get-up, the torn flannel shirt with his favorite thermal underneath, the loose yet comfortable grey pants, his hair was never really combed, but he still thought it looked tough, he never really gave a fuck about what others thought anyway.

Up until he saw her. And when he did, a small twinge of dissatisfaction coursed through him like he'd never known. Because for once in his life, he felt a little embarrassed for dressing like a slob, even though when he looked at himself he thought he looked good. But as soon as her icy glare shot him up and down, he felt it, he had tried to dismiss the feelings, but failed miserably.

He knew exactly who she was, but who didn't? She was the richest girl in school, and not to mention the fucking prom queen, who was friends with all the right people; the people he despised for breathing, with their mommy's and daddies money, cars and clothes. Maybe he secretly hated them because he was jealous, he would never accept that though, but it was true as much as he pushed it to the back on his mind.

This basically put her at the top of the line, according to high school standards. But what he didn't know about was her insecurities, her display of conceited façade was something she had a hard time showing. Just because she wore expensive make-up didn't mean it was hiding her true nature. She was a lonely rich girl, the old saying poor little rich girl ran through his mind, but when he broke her down into a tearful confession, his mind had somewhat changed. Not about the whole clique of bastards and bitches she hung out with, only her. The lost little girl inside her made him want to hold her and rip it from her very being. He had actually wanted to take her far away from the mess she was tangled in, and by mess he meant this school and the fucks she called friends. The jocks and mommies boys; the slutty rich girls who pretended to be virgins, but only on the first date. The ones who put her down just because she wouldn't join in on making fun of a less fortunate kid. But who was he to speak; being the proud hypocrite that he was, he never wanted to come to terms with the fact that he was the same way, just dressed differently. Who was he to call her out on her disillusioned life, when he was in the same boat? It didn't matter now, he had done it, but for some miraculous reason, it had made her fall for him. His brutal honesty was something she needed, a hard kick of reality. The red-headed Barbie was slowly fading, and the more time she spent with him, the more time she wanted to be alone with him, and that's just what she intended to do.

She had slowly been concocting a plan in her head about how she would get to him. He had left the library and went back to the room where Vern had locked him earlier. She knew exactly where it was, he had mentioned it in a previous conversation. She gradually conjured up enough courage to march out of the library and down that deserted hallway to get him. She knew what she wanted to do; it was all up to him though if he allowed her to get away with it. It wasn't time for thinking about Monday, when she would be pushed back into her fake world, right now she just wanted to be alone with him one last time. The butterflies were overwhelming, but she pushed through that hallway as if nothing could hold her back, she guessed it was just a natural occurrence to put a fake bravado, just in case anyone saw her wilting under pressure.

When she got to the door, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. she licked her lips and reached for the handle, it was cold but her hands were warm. Slowly she turned it and stepped inside. She met his gaze. He looked up at her with a devilish grin; she couldn't help but smirk back. The butterflies in her stomach were un-bearable, but she stepped towards him, and gently kissed him on the neck. She smelled a hint on cologne; it filled her nose and made her tremble. The soft warm feel of her lips against made his skin pulse with goosebumps. But he dared not show it, she would then have him in the palm of her hand, and he wasn't about to let that happen. He lost words for a single moment then looked at her wide eyes and said…

"Why did you do that?".......

Alright then folks...That was chapter 1...I love it, HAHA, but now it's up to you to let me know if you want Chapter 2, and Chapter 3, and maybe just even a chapter 4!!!

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