Notes: I do not own any characters from the Breakfast Club or From the Hip, obviously. Feedback is greatly appreciated. I am suffering from writer's block for my original stories and wanted to play around a bit with some ideas to get back into the swing of things. I hope you enjoy.

Chapter One:

Friday morning was already a stressful morning for me. I had spent the whole week studying for my biology test and although I knew everything I was a horrible test taker. My stomach rolled with nausea. I did not want an F on a test to blotch my perfect grades.

I ruffled my raven black hair as I stomped down the halls to my locker. I could do this...I could do this...

Suddenly, I heard a group of girls roar with laughter. When I looked to the source of the noise I noticed that the popular girls were roasting their latest victim; an over achieving looking freshman girl who was now in tears. My blood began to boil. Didn't they have anything better to do?

"Hey!" I barked dominantly.

"What do you want, Satan child?" the blondest bimbo snapped. I straightened my shoulders and walked over to her, never breaking eye contact.

"I want you to back the hell off and leave her alone, oh virtuous imbecile."

Her eyebrows rose. Clearly I had used too many big words on the poor thing. She soon shook it off and settled back into her snippy attitude.

"Are you going to make me?"

Was I? I've personally dealt with their harassment since freshman year myself and all it took was one good ass kicking to keep them at bay. though, it seemed like their memories needed to be refreshed.

"Well, loser?" she snapped me out of my thoughts as her group giggled. And then I lost it.

Void of thought, I leaned back just slightly and forced my head forward. Our foreheads collided and she let out a loud shriek as the back of her head bounced off of the locker behind her. I groaned and placed my hand on my forehead. Whatever information I had retained for my biology test had definitely gotten knocked out of my brain now. Fuck my life.

"HEY!" a male voice boomed from down the hall. I recognized him immediately, but I couldn't get away fast enough.

"What is going on here?" vice principal Vernon, who was as handsome as he was intimidating, pointed his finger at me, wanting answers.

"I...I..."

"She attacked Miranda, Mr. Vernon!" a lesser blonde ratted me out before I could speak.

"She was-" I tried to explain that they were bullying the freshman, who had since vanished, but he wasn't having it.

"Enough! You, take her to the nurse. And you!" he pointed his finger back at me, "Detention! This Saturday. Seven AM sharp."

"But I-"

"Seven AM sharp!" he repeated sternly before stomping away.

Defeated, I dropped my arms to my sides. The bell for class rang and I stood there frozen in place as the other students emptied from the halls. My dad was going to kill me.