A/N: This is the sequel to "The Loner", my first ever "The Breakfast Club" fanfic, where Crystal Rose joined Andrew, Allison, Bender, Brian, and Claire when they each met for the first time previously that Saturday detention.

This sequel is a series of different one-shots with the six teens that learned that labels don't matter, and it shouldn't be the way you pick your friends. Please review and enjoy my second "The Breakfast Club" story!

Andrew's POV

I didn't want to go. I didn't want to leave my new girlfriend to walk home all by herself after this surprisingly thrilling Saturday detention. That's all I could think about as I stared out the passenger's window of my father's car, keeping my bluish-greenish eyes locked on Crystal Rose, who just stood there on the stairs that led up to the front doors of the school.

She might've been smiling at me and waving good-bye on the outside, but I knew she was very much hurt on the inside, technically being forced to part from me after we witnessed our other new friends, John Bender, Claire Standish, Brian Johnson, and Allison Reynolds, have to part as well, before my father drove up to the school and honked the horn, just as Crystal and I shared our longest kiss on the lips. Damn, she was one heck of an amazing kisser.

I was silent, continuing to watch Crystal as I touched the rolled up window on the passenger's side. I seriously wanted to shed at least one tear, but I didn't. My old man would bitterly and harshly lecture my ears off if he ever witnessed a single drop of water fall from either of my eyes.

"Who was that blonde girl, son?" I could hear my father talking to me, but even with him now driving off of school property, it was as if he was far away from me. My mind was fully off in the cute blonde-haired tomboy, who was going to the Junior prom with me and was my new girlfriend.

"Andrew James Clark! You'd best answer me the first time I ask you any question!" My heartless old man snapped at me. Maybe Bender's right…his old man and my father properly should get together and go bowling.

"What, Dad?" I turned my attention over to my father after finally deciding to look away from the window. I instantly realized how my dad's cheeks were now stained with the color blood red, and his eyes were sharply narrowed, angrily shooting me daggers. I truly wanted to roll my eyes at that moment, but I decided not to.

"That blonde girl that you were kissing," My father snarled his last word when stating the beginning of what he wanted to say. "Who was she? And why'd you give her your hoodie? I paid good money for that! I didn't buy you it so you could give it to some charity case!"

I stared at my dad, my blood now starting to feel like it was beginning to boil, as hot steam began feeling as if it was overfilling my insides. I narrowed my eyes harshly at my old man, allowing my sudden fury to flood up in both of them. Crystal's not some charity case! She's not even close to that! And I'm the one who saved up my allowances in the first place to buy that hoodie!

"Her name is Crystal, Dad," I was biting my tongue a bit, holding back my rage the best I possibly could. "I gave her my hoodie to show her how much I love her…she's my new girlfriend, and we're going to the prom together."

"Excuse me, Andrew?" My father gasped, but not in a shocked or startled manner. He was furious and demanding, which really didn't surprise me.

He's always wanted me to focus on nothing at all but school and wrestling. On the other hand, if he ever did want me to date, he would want me to go out with some cheerleader or somebody all "high-class", but I wasn't the guy who wanted that. I was interested in girls like Crystal Rose…but Crystal in general is my perfect sweetheart. I love how she's different from the other girls I've seen around Shermer High School.

"Since when are you attracted to such low-class girls, Andrew?" My dad demanded to know as he looked back and forth, sharply and angrily, from the road to myself.

"She's not low-class, Dad," I snarled, still attempting to bite my tongue and keep my anger maintained. "She's just different, and I adore that 'bout her."

I looked away from my father, not in the mood to see how ticked he possibly now looked, and I instantly went back to daydreaming about Crystal, thinking about how we were going to the Junior prom together, and the other fact that we were now a happy couple, our first ever long kiss on the lips being so soft, gentle, and tender, yet extremely embracing. It was just amazing.

"Well, don't you be getting into the habit of hanging out with this Crystal and whatever other girls you possibly think is "cool" or whatever," My old man began lecturing me, but I was daydreaming so much that it was as if he was far, far away from me again. "You're working for a scholarship here, Andrew. There's no way in hell you can allow any girl to get in your way and throw off your focus."

Crystal is so pretty with being herself…I just love how she's now back to her beautiful tomboy self…her blonde hair looks so shiny as the sunlight beats off it…and her eyes are so dazzling and rare, like jewels…I began goofily grinning to myself as I continued to stare out the window, tuning my father out as best as I could.

"Andrew James Clark!" My old man blustered my full name once again. Instantly, I shot my full, undivided attention back over to him, my goofy smile no longer glued on my face.

"What?" I innocently asked, as if my anger wasn't even there, but you'd best believe me as I swear it's still there, being contained inside of me.

"Did you even pay any attention to what I just said?" My father growled.

My face started heating up, my cheeks beginning to turn to the color of a dark red. My eyes narrowed again, this time containing much more rage, and I clenched my teeth behind my closed lips. I've had enough of my old man! He might've been the other half that brought me into this world, but he just treats me like crap, telling me I got to rip off the chain and act the way he did when he was my age! He's the reason I whaled on Larry and hurt him deeply, embarrassing him in front of everybody in our locker room! My dad doesn't deserve a purpose! He doesn't care about anybody else but himself! And he certainly can't tell me how to hang out with my own friends and new girlfriend!

"That's it!" I bellowed, unbuckling my seatbelt, which instantly had my old man shooting his daggers at me.

"Andrew!" My dad exclaimed. He slammed his foot down on the brake of the car, which flung me forward a bit since I was no longer wearing my seatbelt, but I didn't care at all. I was too busy feeling ticked in how my old man was insulting Crystal and trying to tell me that I wasn't allowed to focus on anything or anybody else at all in my life, minus actual school and wrestling.

"Andrew James Clark, what are you doing?" My father bellowed, but I really knew he didn't care about me actually taking off my seatbelt. Hell, I bet he wouldn't care if I actually was in any kind of accident!

"Shut up! Just shut up!" I was so ticked that I was actually beginning to shed some upset tears, but my furious expression remained where it was fully on my face. My old man was staring at me, rage written all over his face, but I could feel that he was truly shocked and startled towards what I actually just said on the inside.

When my old man didn't speak up with a single word, I decided to say what was on my mind. "I beat up an innocent kid for you! I embarrassed him in front of everybody in our locker room because your pressuring words wouldn't stop eating away at me! You don't care about me at all! All you care about is bragging on and on so you can have a golden label yourself! I'm sick of it! I'm sick of being treated like horse crap by my own father! That's why I'm done!"

"Done?" My father cut me off, his tone growling. I nodded my head. "What do you mean…you're done, son?"

"Don't call me that!" I commanded "I'm not your son anymore! You treat me like I'm some dog more than an actual human being! You don't respect me or anything! Love, care, nothing! You're just heartless! You're even insulting my own girlfriend who I deeply love, and I'm not dealing with you anymore! I'm done with being your son!"

"Andrew, don't you be ridiculous!" My father snapped, "I'm your father here! Take a DNA test and you'll see you have my genes, just like your other half comes from your mother!"

"That's not what I meant!" I bellowed "I know you helped Mom make me, but your actions is what truly makes you a parent, and I'm done with trying to please you! Nothin' I ever do is good enough in your eyes! Just butt out of my life and leave me alone!"

"Andrew James-" My dad began saying my full name again, the sound of his voice being a whole lot more warning this time, but he didn't get far at all. I quickly opened up my door, getting ready to hop out, but before I could, my old man actually grasped my arm.

"Keep your hands off of me!" I hissed, yanking my arm away simply in just one hard pull away from my dad's direction.

"Andrew, don't act stupid!" My father bellowed, but all I did was get out of the car, slamming the door shut after me.

I started walking, my dad still stalking beside me in the car. He rolled down the passenger's seat's window and attempted telling me a couple of times to get back in the car, but I didn't listen. I tuned him out the entire time, denying each of his requests to get back into the car. I then knew two things right there for sure. One, I was walking home, and two, I wasn't going to allow my father to boss me around ever again.

Claire's POV

My diamond earring was now gone, but I didn't care. I had some new friends that liked me for me, I was taught that labels shouldn't be the way you make friends, that Saturday detention turned out to be one hell of a blast, and I even got myself my first ever boyfriend. Brian Johnson.

Sure, he was labeled as a "brain" instead of a "prince" or something close to that, but I'm my own person, and I truly love how smart, sweet, caring, gentle, and generous Brian is towards me. He's not like all of the other guys either. That's what I love about him.

I ended up giving Brian my diamond earring, so he would always remember me, as if it was the key to my heart. I knew that Brian, Andrew Clark, John Bender, Allison Reynolds, and Crystal Rose would all be reunited when Monday came back, but none of us exactly knew what would happen to the six of us. I hope at least one of us figure that out by Monday.

"Sweetheart, what happened to your diamond earring? Were you robbed?" My daddy gasped, his voice mixed with worry and nervousness in the thought of somebody actually ganging up on me and threatening me or something like that, causing me to hand over my diamond earring.

"No, Daddy," I said "I gave it to my new boyfriend."

"New boyfriend?" My daddy's eyes went wide as he looked back and forth from out his PMW's windshield, to over in my direction as I sat still in the passenger's seat, staring out the window at the passing sceneries.

"Yes, Daddy. I got a new boyfriend. I met him in detention." Wow…there's something I never thought I'd ever say.

"…And whom is this boy?" My father's eyes narrowed in a suspicious manner, and he cocked one of his eyebrows at me in a thinking way, until he remembered he had to keep his eyes on the road when driving.

I rolled my eyes as I gazed back out the window on my side of the PMW, knowing that my dad would actually want Brian to come over for him and my mother to meet him, but I actually didn't want that to happen. My parents would hate anybody I brought over to our house, unless they were like "princesses" and "princes" or somebody else like royalty in my school.

"He's just somebody who's in the Latin club, the physics club, and the math club, Daddy," I didn't want to go into absolute detail about Brian, especially with my own father being the one questioning about what type of guy his daughter was dating. It was already bad enough that my dad saw Brian and I kiss after I handed over my diamond earring and placed it in the palm of one of his hands, curling his fingers over to hide it, until we both exchanged smiles for a moment.

"He's a smart lad then, huh?" My daddy questioned. I could tell that he was playing me, trying to make it sound like he was interested in who I was dating, but his words with sighing with heavy disappointment.

"…Yes, he is," I nodded my head, keeping my dark brown eyes locked out the window, but after a pause formed between my father and I, I couldn't help myself to not look over at him. He looked like a pretty good mixture of disappointed and angry, that's for sure.

"You think you can possibly ask for your diamond earring back from him?" What? No way! There's no way I'm going to actually ask Brian to give me my earring back! I didn't only give it to him so he wouldn't ever forget me, but I also gave it to him so everyone who doesn't believe he's dating me would actually see the diamond earring and gawk like complete morons, shocked that it's true!

"Sorry, Daddy," I apologized, sounding pretty dang convincing, but on the inside, I wasn't sorry one bit. "However, I'm not going to ask for my diamond earring back. It's my boyfriend's now."

"…I see…" My dad shook his head with absolute disappointment, but I could care less. I'm a Junior in high school, going to be graduating next year…I'm pretty sure I can handle making my own decisions towards such an understanding boyfriend like Brian. "Pumpkin, I'll buy you another one." My father said, giving me a grin of his for a few seconds before he looked back out the windshield.

I didn't care though. I didn't really want another diamond earring. All I wanted was to make my own choices without my parents getting upset at me or at each other somehow.

I only shrugged at my dad, before I stared back out the window that was on my side of the PMW. I was already starting to miss Brian, Crystal, Andrew, Allison, and Bender with all my heart…and I was hoping to God that Monday would turn out great for all six of us as The Breakfast Club, other than just being a brain, an athlete, a basket-case, a princess, a criminal, and a loner.

Brian's POV

I guess I actually do have a purpose in life. I always thought nobody would care about me after I got an F for the first time ever, then brought a flare gun to school to attempt killing myself, but thanks to that Saturday detention, I actually made new friends that don't mind about my grades or anything like that, unlike the teachers and my own parents.

I sat still in the passenger's seat of my father's car, not saying a single word as I kept having a grin tug at my lips each time I took a small peek at the diamond earring that was still safely hidden in the palm of my left hand. It was beautiful and worth a fortune, but it wasn't anywhere close to compare to my Claire's beauty and price.

She's absolutely glorious and flawless, completely different than all of the other girly girls and spoiled cheerleaders in Shermer High School. Sure, she gets spoiled by her parents at her house, but it's obvious that she doesn't adore that fact one bit, and she wishes truly to be treated like all of the other ordinary girls around her.

"How was detention today, Brian?" My dad asked me. I could've sworn my mother said she'd be picking me up, but then again, I do recall her saying something about her doing something with my little sister, Samantha.

"It turned out to be a whole lot better than what I thought it'd turn out to be," I replied "I actually got myself some new actual friends. Plus, I even got a girlfriend now!"

I began grinning a little and had started blushing some too at my own mention of Claire, just as I took another little peek at the diamond earring before closing my fingers fully to hide it once more. Nonetheless, my smile instantly faded from my face whence I turned my head and focused my eyes on my father, who was staring at me like I lost my mind.

"How in the hell did you make new friends in detention?" My dad commanded "I mean, I thought you were only supposed to sit there and do nothing, keeping your mouth shut the entire time!"

"I thought so, too, Dad," I shared, my voice completely innocent, "but turns out, this detention was nothing like all of the other detentions Shermer High School had in the past."

I could've sworn I saw my dad roll his eyes at me from the corner of my eye, and that instantly meant that he didn't really care about what I just said, even though it was the answer to his question. I wanted to frown, but at the same time, I didn't, so all I did was rest my head back and glance out the window, still holding Claire's diamond earring secretly in my left hand.

"Didn't you at least get any studying in?" My father questioned.

I nodded my head, answering my dad's new question with just a simple, "Yeah."

Hey, I didn't lie. I admit, I wasn't studying anything that involved school, studying, or homework, but what I actually was studying was the five other teenagers that I had to spend my Saturday detention with, discovering their different personalities and quizzing myself on what move might come next with them, whether it was by themselves, or with somebody else.

Out of every test I went through my entire life, that "test" was the hardest, considering Crystal, Bender, Claire, Allison, and Andrew were each complete opposites. Same goes for me. We didn't know what would possibly be said or done with every passing minute between the six of us.

"Good, because you need to get your grades up, keeping them high. Your mother and I don't want anything below a B-, ya hear?" My dad listed, explaining what he felt needed to be shared, even though my mother already told me this stuff just about one thousand times.

"Yes, sir," I quietly spoke, sighing to myself, "I understand."

Well, looks like all I'll be doing this weekend is staying in my bedroom, cracking those books and scanning my notes, reading for hours and hours, just to get loads of my studying out of the way. God, I hope this boring weekend will fly by fast, and possibly on Monday, The Breakfast Club wouldn't mind being seen with each other in the hallways or the classrooms of our high school.

I stared at Claire's diamond earring one more time. At least that got a small smile to spread across my face, and my cheeks started to stain with the color of a bright, bright red. I can tell just looking at that earring and remembering that Saturday detention will help this brain-dead, boring weekend to go by quickly, and Monday will arrive.

Allison's POV

Not a surprise, if you ask me. My parents still were ignoring me, properly not even knowing that I was in the backseat of the car once again.

I seriously went through getting a makeover like some Barbie doll, now dressed completely frilly and girly with my make-up all new and hair brushed, being held back from my face by this cream-colored bow, but it still wasn't good enough for my parents to actually pay any attention to me, I guess.

I sat still in the backseat, not saying a single word as my mother sat in the passenger's seat, knitting something like some old cat lady, and my father was driving, keeping his eyes directly on the road the entire time. The only sound that was heard in the car was the radio, some soft tunes coming out, which secretly annoyed me like hell.

I hate soft playing music, unless I was slow dancing with John Bender, my new and first ever, um…how these other female teens call it, a boyfriend.

I couldn't help myself to smirk with satisfaction to myself at the thought of Bender. I spread my legs apart, not caring that I was wearing a skirt, and I started playing with Bender's red scarf that he had wrapped around my neck before we shared a tender, embracing, warm kiss. Afterwards, he had to release my hand as I got into the backseat of my parents car, my eyes remaining on Bender as he flipped his hair, keeping his eyes locked on me in return, until my father started driving off of school property.

I must confess the fact that's on my mind that I truly didn't want to part from Bender, or my other first ever friends, Brian Johnson, Andrew Clark, Claire Standish, and Crystal Rose, especially with the feeling eating away at me about what was going to happen to us on Monday. Would we still be The Breakfast Club like we swore we'd always would be no matter what, or would we get sunk back into our labels that Shermer High School gave us? Unfortunately, we'll have to wait and see…I bet everything will be fine though.

Bender's POV

Usually I'd hate walking home, but at that moment, after spending eight hours and fifty-some minutes in that Saturday detention, I could've cared less. I might've been walking home all by myself, and I would've been walking into a living hell whence I arrived back at my place, but at least remembering that Saturday detention would help me pull through my parents shitty insults and bitching attitudes towards me and each other.

On the bright side, I made some new friends, believe it or not, and one very special basket-case is now the apple of my eye, being the only one I'm now dating, considering I'm through with dating many girls at once. Allison Reynolds is different from all of those other tramps and broads…actually, that's the thing. She's not a tramp or broad! She's just a basket-case who's neglected and is searching for help, which she got greatly, because she now had me as her protective boyfriend, along with Crystal Rose, Andrew Clark, Claire Standish, and Brain Johnson as…trustworthy friends.

I especially loved how I was able to have my marijuana in the library, splitting it with Andrew, Claire, and Brian, but Allison and Crystal didn't want to. That's cool though, I guess. They're not the type to do drugs. Many teenagers don't in Shermer High School…pricks. Nevertheless, Allison's my girlfriend and Crystal is an alright blondie, so they're both pretty tight with me now, as well as Claire, Andrew, and Brain.

I'm not worried about Monday, unlike the others possibly are. Everything will change for me, Allison, Andrew, Crystal, Brian, and Claire on Monday, that's for sure. We're The Breakfast Club, for Pete's sake! I'll make sure we're just as close to each other on Monday and for the rest of our lives, just as close we each were to each other after bonding throughout that Saturday detention.

Crystal's birthday is coming up as well. She turns out to be older than Brian and Claire, but younger than me, Allison, and Andrew, all just by a couple of months. I'm pretty sure The Breakfast Club will be getting together to celebrate that. That is…if Crystal wants us to…HA! Who am I kidding? I snickered to myself when thinking that. It's so obvious that one way or thee other, The Breakfast Club will be honoring Crystal's birth in a little get-together before we know it.

In the mean time for this weekend…I think I'll head over to where I've spotted Allison around. I smirked, instantly changing my route and heading in the direction that Allison's car vanished.

Crystal's POV

Since my home was only five minutes away from the school, I made it in no time, thinking heavily about my new friends and boyfriend as I rushed through the front door, hoping that my parents were home so I could tell them everything about how I made such new great friends and an amazing boyfriend that Saturday detention.

"Mom! Dad! I'm home!" I called out, looking all throughout the living room for either of my parents, but all I found was two of my older brothers, Derek and Alexander, playing a videogame together, cheering at the screen and hollering things at each other like morons. My oldest brother, Henry, must've been at work.

"Derek? Alexander? Where's Mom and Dad?" I asked.

"Oh, Crystal, we didn't even know you came in," Alexander snickered his words, knowing how annoyed I got when others tell me they didn't hear me or anything like that. I crossed my arms over my chest and rolled my eyes in a warning manner towards Alexander, until I shot the giggling Derek a death-mock stare. I might've been younger than them, but I was mighty strong and tough when needing to be.

"Whatever, Little Red Riding Hood," I hissed at Alexander. He was the only one to have our father's hair color. Red. Me, on the other hand, along with Henry and Derek, had blonde hair like our mother.

"I told you to never call me that!" Alexander bellowed, instantly standing up from the couch and pointing one of his pointer fingers at me in a furious manner, but all I did was roll my eyes at him.

"Where's Mom and Dad?" I asked once more, acting as if Alexander's previous exclaiming words didn't exist.

"They're in the kitchen." Derek answered me, while Alexander only shot me his now narrowed, dark blue eyes, grumbling many curse words under his breath, but I didn't care.

"Alright," I shrugged my shoulders, starting my way towards the arch doorway that entered the kitchen.

"Hey! Aren't you going to thank me?" Derek questioned, calling his words out to me as I walked into the kitchen.

"Not likely!" I hollered back.

"Alright then…" Derek instantly shut himself up and started playing the videogame again with Alexander.

I rolled my eyes towards the direction of Derek's voice back in the living room, right before I scanned the kitchen, realizing that my dad was paying the bills, and my mom was washing the dishes.

"Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad," I greeted them both, but neither of them looked away from what they were doing, nor did either of them speak up to say a single word back to me.

I cocked an eyebrow, knowing that this has happened many times in the past month, and it was annoying me as heck on the inside, but I knew I had to allow my parents to know I was home, or else they'd call the police and claim I was missing when I was right upstairs in my bedroom. That already happened once. We don't want it to happen again.

"Mom? Dad?" I said again, the tone of my voice giving away the message, 'You're not serious!', but still, they didn't answer me.

I released a heavy sigh, right before I walked over to my dad and gave him a kiss on the cheek, which instantly had him actually looking at me.

"Oh, Crystal," My father flashed me a small smile. I had to seriously force a grin to tug its way up on my mouth so neither of my parents would know I hated how they didn't even realize I was home.

"Crystal, dear," My mother wiped her wet, bubble-covered hands off on her apron, giving me a small smile herself.

"I'm home," I shrugged my shoulders, truly hating how I already said that on the inside, but neither of them noticed.

"We see that," My dad nodded his head before turning his attention back down at the bills, just as my mom started to dry off the dishes that she just washed and stack them up in some of the cabinets.

"How was detention today?" My mother asked.

"Believe it or not," I stated "it was great fun! I made new friends, got myself a new boyfriend, who's going to be taking me to the Junior prom that's in a couple of weeks, so I'm going to need a formal dress, and I also had my first kiss today!"

"First kiss?" I heard Derek's voice gasp with shock from the living room, which caused me to annoyingly roll my eyes yet again. If there's one main thing I hate, it's how my older brothers eavesdrop. Nonetheless, even though we attempt pushing each others buttons, we truly did love each other, and we only looked out for each other at times.

"Ha!" Alexander laughed "I had my first kiss when I was thirteen!"

"…Wasn't that first kiss of yours with our cousin, Flora? You know, when we didn't know she was actually our cousin yet?" Derek confusedly asked.

"Shh! Hush! Shut up!" Alexander ordered Derek in a hissing, warning tone, which caused me to smirk a bit, but my smirk instantly faded from my face when I witnessed both of my parents not even looking at me or saying anything towards what I was eager to tell them.

"Mom? Dad?" I innocently spoke up, but they didn't answer. I instantly walked over to my mother, giving her shoulder a little squeeze to get her attention once more.

"Oh," My mom formed another grin at me, "did you say something, hun?"

Sorrow instantly started flooding up in my eyes as I hid the pout that was starting to tug at my lips, right before I sighed out the word "Nevermind", then started my way up the staircase, not caring to stick around to hear either of my parents say anything possibly back.

I didn't want to go downstairs for the rest of the day, meaning all I would eat for dinner was mints and chew some gum while I was at it.

I locked myself in my bedroom, dropping my book-bag to the carpeted floor and slipping off Allison's tennis shoes that I was wearing, until I slipped off my white socks as well, then plopped myself down on my neatly made bed. My legs dangled off, my bare toes getting tickled when being dragged slowly back and forth against the carpet, and I twirled my pointer fingers around the strings of Andrew's dark blue hoodie, now thinking heavily about how awesome our kiss was.

The whole detention was just as thrilling and exciting too. It was all great fun, especially the dance party. That was my favorite part. I must admit, Allison's makeover was kind of fun also, along with mine afterwards.

I was now starting to smile, feeling the warmth of this blushing starting to form all around my face as I thought mostly about how Andrew and I were now a couple. It was just so great, almost too good to be true.

That's when I remembered the screws…the screws that John Bender had taken out of the library's doors so it would remain shut the entire Saturday detention. Bender had given them to me to hide, but turns out, they were now mine to keep.

I leaned over the edge of my bed, picking my book-bag back up and placing it on my lap, right before I stuffed one of my hands through all of the mints and packs of gum, until I pulled out my reading books, my jean jacket, and lastly, the screws.

Others would see them as just screws, but not me. I couldn't help myself to not form a little grin, just staring at the screws in my hand, remembering how Bender took them out of the door when we all saw each other as only a brain, an athlete, a basket-case, a princess, a criminal, and a loner. We're not like that anymore, that's for sure.

I stood up from my bed, then walked my way over to my dresser, placing the screws down in front of one of my jewelry boxes, and between two of my pairs of sunglasses. Now, every time I see the screws, I'll remember that Saturday detention a bit more each and every time I can't help myself to form a grin over knowing how it was such a blast.

However, my grin instantly faded from my face from remembering about Monday. Claire said everything wouldn't change at all, and we'd properly cut each other up when we weren't even around with each other, lying and making fun of each other if we're caught hanging out. What if that actually does happen? I don't want to get embarrassed anymore than what I already am, nor do I want to get hurt by my own friends yet again, but to top that off, my first ever boyfriend too.

Sure, my label as a loner was shifting, but that wouldn't change the fact that I would properly be given a new label sooner or later thanks to Shermer High School. Plus, it was obvious that everybody else in the school would stick to seeing Brian Johnson as a brain…Andrew Clark as an athlete…Allison Reynolds as a basket-case…Claire Standish as a princess…and John Bender as a criminal…but would they ever see the truth that all of us were now friends, together forever as The Breakfast Club?

I plopped myself back down on my bed, laying flat on my back as I let out a sigh, going back to playing around with the strings of Andrew's hoodie. All I was hoping for was a change on Monday…but will that wish actually come true?

"Let's hope for a miracle…" I quietly told myself, releasing another sigh after speaking.

This was going to be a long weekend.

A/N: Alright, that's the first one-shot of what happened after that Saturday detention, but what's going to happen that Monday? Will The Breakfast Club still be together or not? Will some of them keep their promise to always be friends while the others don't? Stay tuned for the next chapter to see the one-shot of what happens on Monday! Please review! Thanks, everybody! J