A/N:
AU
Blackwell is a boarding school in a sleepy hamlet of Arcadia Bay, Oregon.
Chloe, Rachel, Max, Kate Victoria know one another mostly in passing.
Chloe walked into the room, hands in her pockets as she gave the occupants a quick look.
In the corner sat the brunette haired Max Caulfield; freckled, pale skin, wearing a hoodie over her uniform (opting to obviously replace her school-issued jacket). On her desk sat her old polaroid camera and beside it her slightly worn camera bag decorated with an assortment of stickers, graffiti and patches.
The other corner was occupied by one blonde, pixie-cut Victoria Chase; her scowl was already trained directly on the punk who'd entered, one hand held up near her face as she was interrupted whilst inspecting her (no doubt professionally) manicured nails.
In the middle sat the honey-blonde Rachel Amber; grinning wide towards Chloe, she had her arms crossed over her chest as one hand absently stroked a lone blue feather earring.
Finally, right at the very forefront of the class sat Kate Marsh; as usual, her hair was made up in an immaculate bun that went surprisingly well with her simple clothes - a black cardigan, white blouse and a below the knee skirt. Looking out of her element, she dropped her eyes to the floor the moment she saw Chloe looking back at her.
"Heyo," Chloe said with a half-wave and a smirk. "Y'all here for detention too?"
Initially, she received no answer as Victoria continued to scowl at her, Max continued to play with her camera and Kate continued to be silent.
"Thas' right pardner," Rachel spoke up in a mock southern accent, not wanting to leave the girl hanging. She resumed stroking her earring moments later, looking out of the window.
Chloe snorted. With a steady step, she took up a seat nearby (but not next to) Rachel, almost perfectly finding herself in the middle of everyone.
They waited.
After an eternity of silence (which lasted 5 minutes), the teacher had finally entered.
"Sorry," he apologised and held in his hand a stack of papers, looking around the room. "This everyone?" he asked no-one, nodding to himself immediately. "Okay, good."
Victoria tuned out his voice as she proceeded to check her immaculate manicure yet again.
Walking around the class, James Denver - more commonly known as 'Sir', 'Mr. Denver' or 'Teach' - handed out blank pieces of paper and pens, giving the seated students a quick look as he did so.
"I'm rather busy marking grades for my class, so I'll have to leave you in here without supervision - hopefully that won't be a problem, right?" he asked as he stood at the front of the class.
Rachel grinned but quickly put on her best 'good-girl' smile and nodded for everyone present. "Of course, Mr. Denver."
"Since I don't want to bore you out of your mind, I'd like you to bring your attention to the pieces of paper you've been given-"
"-they're blank, teach," pointed out Chloe as she held up her paper with two fingers, handling it with care as if it was infected.
"Good observation," Victoria sneered and immediately saw Chloe turn around in her seat and give her that stare.
"Yes, they're blank Ms. Price," the teacher nodded. "I expect all of you to have them filled by the time I get back in-" he checked his watch, "-one, maybe two hours."
Max groaned quietly; but loudly enough to be heard by everyone but Mr. Denver.
"Uhm. What do you want us t-to write about, sir?" Kate asked, her voice nearly cracked under the stress of such a simple question.
Denver smiled and pointed at each individual for a few seconds. "Yourselves. I want you to write about yourselves. I want you to write about who you-"
"-think you are," finished Chloe. "Are you serious dude? This isn't the 'Breakfast Club'."
"Ms. Price, please don't interrupt me again," he spoke as he looked at the punk sitting in the middle. "Now… I'd like you all to write about who you think you are, and unlike the word limit imposed on the protagonists of the aforementioned movie; you have no word limit - be wild because I expect your papers to be filled."
Chloe scoffed and flicked her head towards the windows, observing the lazily moving clouds in the distance.
"Like I said before - I'll be back in an hour or two," he approached the door and laid his hand on the handle, hesitating. "Ms. Price?"
"What?" she shot back and looked at him again.
"Don't get any ideas," he finished and held up a key to the door, quickly making his exit.
Behind him, the door locked with a click.
"Are you cereal?" Max breathed out under her nose, annoyed at the fact she was in detention and in disbelief at the fact she was locked in detention.
"What… What if we need to go p-pee?" Kate asked nobody.
"Fear not!" Rachel exclaimed and threw up her hands in flair. "I believe in you, Kate Marsh! I believe you can hold your bladder long enough for Mr. Denver to get back! I BELIEVE!"
Kate managed to giggle, albeit awkwardly, and flashed a smile towards the honey-haired girl.
Chloe waited a few minutes in her seat with her arms crossed over her chest, ignoring the quiet sound of pens against paper. With a quick scan around, she noticed that only Rachel, Kate and Max were doing their assigned tasks.
Victoria meanwhile was on her phone, tapping away wildly with the permanent bitchface she was so well known for.
"Vicky, do you ever smile?" Chloe asked; her query causing the pens to stop working for a few seconds. "Or were you born ugly?"
"Ouch," Rachel hissed and looked over her shoulder towards Victoria, "that's gotta sting."
"I smile for the right people," Victoria replied, "You're not people though, not with that hairdo," she gestured to Chloe's electric blue hair. "You look like something that'd go on the cover of a 90's bad punk zine. Newsflash; the 90's are thankfully over. Misérable."
Chloe scowled, a little bit salty about the sudden backfire. Lifting both her middle fingers towards the blonde, she mouthed 'Fuck You' to preserve Kate's innocence and then turned back around.
Minutes passed again in silence.
"I'm bored," Chloe declared.
Victoria scoffed and looked at the girl again. "Tough shit," she said and resumed texting away.
Kate stopped working for a few seconds to glance at the two girls over her shoulder, Victoria in particular.
Deciding to do something, Chloe spun her chair around as loudly as possible (ensuring it'd leave a permanent mark on the floor) and faced Rachel with a grin. Straddling her seat, she looked at the blonde who looked back with an equally large smile.
"Rachel, right?" she asked and extended her hand, shaking up with the girl. "I'm Chloe."
"I know," she replied and leaned forward a bit. "You're not exactly unknown in Blackwell."
Chloe flashed a smug smirk as she spoke, "Well, y'know what they say about me…"
"No, I really don't," Rachel replied.
After a beat of an awkward silence between the two she giggled.
"I'm kidding."
"Uh… r-right," Chloe mumbled, still recovering from that hit to her ego. Ouch.
"You're a local, right? Oregon?" Rachel asked and bit the end of her pen. "Portland?"
"Yeah," she answered and looked around the classroom, flashing a grin towards Max who she caught staring. "Mom and step-fuhrer sent me here so I could get off their ass I s'pose."
Rachel snorted. "I feel the love," she said with a sigh. "I'm from Long Beach."
"Big Sur? No way!" Chloe exclaimed. "Dude, that's awesome! I've always wanted to go to Cali."
"Yeah, don't bother," Rachel said and dropped her pen, starting to stroke her feather earring again. "It's not as glamorous as it seems."
"Oh. Right."
"Hey, I know you're both thinking this is a great time to become gal pals, but please - I really don't want to hear your life stories," Victoria spoke up from her corner. "Keep it on the down low."
Chloe gave her the double bird again before promptly turning back around in her seat.
Glancing at the clock, she saw the minutes tick down - one millennia at a time.
Her hands fumbled with the buttons of her white shirt. Tapping her fingers on her knee, she found herself looking around more and more; each time resting her gaze back down on the pen and paper in front of her. Bringing her hand up to her collar, she played with the buttons again and undid her tie, letting it hang loosely around her neck.
"Jesus," she mumbled to herself.
Kate turned around and gave her a brief look.
"Sorry," Chloe quickly smiled at her.
Again minutes passed in a silence filled with nothing but the sound of pens against paper and Victoria shuffling in her seat once in a while.
"Alright, gang - listen up!" Chloe exclaimed and stood up.
Max, Kate and Rachel looked at her in slight confusion. Rachel's face turned to a grin as she already had an inkling of what Chloe was going to do.
"I'm not part of your 'gang'," Victoria said. "All you dweebs are below me, I don't want to be associated with… that," she continued and gestured at Chloe.
"Icky Vicky," Chloe gave her the finger again and turned her gaze towards Max. "Well, are you going to join us?"
"Me?" Max asked and pointed to herself, looking around herself at everybody else not there.
"No, the dude sitting next to you," Chloe mockingly spoke and rolled her eyes. "C'mon, get over here."
Max hesitated for a few seconds but complied, moving out of her seat and shuffling over beside Rachel; sitting down as the girl grinned at her mischievously.
"Marsh?" Chloe turned around and looked at Kate.
Timidly, the girl turned her head around and cocked her eyebrows in a mix of confusion and fear. "Y-yes?"
"Are you going to join us?" Chloe queried and gestured to the two girls sitting in front of her. "C'mon, it ain't gonna be bad."
"I… I d-don't know," she mumbled and looked at her pretty-much finished essay about herself. "I don't think I s-should…"
"Nonsense!" Rachel exclaimed in an attempt to back Chloe. "Come, join us at the table of the round knights of Blackwell!"
Max giggled. "I think it's knights of the round table, not the table of round knights."
"Details!" Rachel shoved her elbow into Max playfully. "Fine, whatever. Kate Marsh, come join us at the round table of the knights of Blackwell. How about that, huh?" she asked with a sideways glance at Max.
"Better," Max replied and then gestured to the table they sat at, "but the tables aren't round though. We're not knights either."
Rachel groaned. "You're hard to please."
Kate giggled at the small exchange and then looked back at her work briefly. "O-okay," she said and flashed them a smile. Quickly she made her way over and sat beside Rachel.
"Victoria," Chloe spoke and looked at the girl.
"No."
"Vicky…"
"Don't call me that."
"Icky Vicky!"
"Don't call me that either!"
"Bitchtoria!" Chloe exclaimed and put her hands on her hips. "Get the hell over here!" she demanded and pointed to the floor beneath her.
Victoria scowled harder than before. "I told you already: I'm not interested in joining your dweeb club, keep it to yourselves!"
With loud footsteps, Chloe approached her table and slammed her hands down on the surface, causing Victoria to jump up in her chair. "Get over there," Chloe demanded with a growl. "You're in detention, you're part of the gang."
"Fuck you," Victoria hissed. "I'm not part of your gang, keep that shit-"
Tired at her incessant resistance, Chloe grabbed Victoria's wrist and dragged her out of the chair; slowly making her way back across the classroom with the struggling blonde.
"Let me go!" Victoria protested as she tried to fight the grip, unable to do much as she didn't want to ruin her expensive clothes, jewellery or makeup. "Let me go you punk!"
Ignoring her, Chloe arrived at the small rendezvous in the middle of the classroom. "Sit," she said towards Victoria and pulled up a chair. "You're part of the gang now."
Victoria yanked out her wrist and rubbed it for a few seconds, not dropping her deadly scowl at all the entire time. Huffing out an annoyed breath, she looked at the three girls sitting down; each one of them holding an expression stuck between a smile and an unsure frown.
"Fine," she mumbled and dropped down into her assigned seat, immediately bringing up her phone to distract herself.
"Alright, listen up gang-"
"First of all, can we come up with a better name?" Rachel asked and received a quiet nod from Max beside her. "I'd rather not be known as 'the gang', thank you very much."
"Ugh." Chloe rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Suggestions?"
Silence.
"...breakfast club?" Max voiced out and looked at the punk.
Chloe groaned and shook her head. "Can we have something original at least?"
Just like that, Max retreated back into herself and kept quiet.
After another few seconds of silence followed, Chloe sighed. "Can we skip the name for now? We've got more important things to do!"
Rachel nodded. "Fine. But we're changing the name!"
Victoria scoffed. "Pfft, I honestly doubt this'll last past the classroom doors," she voiced out her dissent and continued to text. "Dweebs."
"Yes, we get it Icky Vicky," Chloe looked at her and crossed her arms. "We're dweebs, har har, very funny and mucho original. Now will you please shut the fu- shut up at least if you're not going to get involved?"
"Whatever," Victoria shook her head.
"Alright, listen up!" Chloe exclaimed and stood on her chair, wobbling a bit as she tried to balance on it. "We're breakin' outta here!"
"What?" was the answer out of the four girls, all them speaking in unison.
"You heard me!" Chloe grinned and decide to take it a step further, stepping onto the table instead. "We're breaking out!"
Kate immediately shook her head. "I d-don't think we should. We'll get in trouble."
Max nodded in agreement. "Kate's right," she said, "we'll get thrown back in here for longer."
"Nonsense!" Chloe shook her head and looked at the clock. "Teach said we're in here for an hour!"
"-or two…" Max mumbled and dropped her head.
"He didn't specify," Chloe pointed out. "Which means we should be home free. Dorm free. Whatever."
"Don't know if you noticed - the door is locked," Victoria said and crossed her arms. "How do you plan to get past that?"
"I was getting to that part," Chloe spoke in Victoria's direction. "I… have a certain skill set and tools."
Rachel grinned. "Bullshit!" she exclaimed and saw Kate drop her face. "Sorry!" she quickly apologised. "You're going to pick the door, right?"
"Ding, ding! We have a winner!" Chloe pointed at Rachel as her other hand withdrew a small tool. "Don't ask me how I got it," she finished with a wink.
Max giggled. "That's cool but… we'll get in trouble."
"Jeez, calm down! Nobody is going to get in any trouble!"
"But… Mr. Denver w-will come back and find us g-gone. We'll get in trouble…" Kate mumbled and looked over her shoulder towards her desk, wondering if it'd be better to back out now.
"Kate, Kate, Kate…" Chloe looked down at her from her table perch, deciding to sit down on the edge rather than stand. "If anything happens, I'll take the blame - m'kay?"
"Cute," Victoria mocked and looked over her nails absently. "However, unlike some of you, I'd like to preserve my 4.0 GPA. Thanks, but no thanks."
"Oooh," Rachel held up her hand to her forehead, feigning a swoon. "Please Vicky, take me to the bedroom already…"
Victoria blushed immediately, scowling at Rachel. "Shut up!" she hissed and looked away.
Rachel simply cackled and looked back at Chloe. "Alright boss, let's say we bite your plan. What now?"
"Hey, we didn't agree!" Max pointed out and looked at Kate. "You and Chloe might want this, but what about me and Kate?"
"Do you really want to sit here for another hour?" Rachel asked and smirked.
"N-no, but-"
"No butts!" Chloe butted in. "Are you in or out?"
Max groaned and looked at Kate.
In return, Kate glanced at her and then delved into quiet thought. "Okay," she finally mumbled after a moment of silence. Chloe said she'd take the blame, right?
"If Kate's in, I guess… I'm in too," Max spoke with a tinge of uncertainty in her voice. "You'll take the blame, right?"
Chloe rolled her head. "Not even out of the classroom and y'all ready to throw me under the bus? Yes, I'll take the blame if shit happens - trust."
"Woo! Everyone's on board, let's go!" Rachel exclaimed in excitement again.
"Alright gang, you sit yourselves down and watch the master at work, m'kay?" Chloe slid off the table and retrieved her tool again, swaggering over towards the door. "Here goes…"
'The Gang' watched as Chloe struggled with the lock. At first she took it slow, easing the tool inside and trying to tip the tumblers until the door unlocked. Without any luck, she decided another method. Then another. Then another.
"Fuckin', shit, fuck, piece of-"
"Chloe!" Kate exclaimed in a whisper, her face aghast at the vocabulary which the punk used.
"Sorry!" she immediately flashed an apologetic smile. "Kinda slips out sometimes, y'know?"
"Cover thine ears," Rachel said and shuffled closer to Kate. "Hush now, she'll swear like a sailor soon…"
After a countless number of swear words (which Kate smartly blocked out with some music that her and Max decided to listen to whilst waiting), Chloe finally huffed out a breath.
"I thought you had skills," Victoria mocked again as she browsed the internet on her latest iPhone. "Pathétique."
Chloe sighed out in frustration and stood up, pocketing her tool. "Piece of shit!" she exclaimed and kicked the door loudly, attracting the attention of the gang.
Just like that, the lock clicked as the last tumblers seemed to align perfectly due to an unforeseen circumstance of luck.
Rachel dropped her jaw in amazement.
Victoria pursed her lips in annoyance and a hidden sigh of relief. Perhaps she wouldn't be spending another hour texting Taylor and Courtney.
Max and Kate looked on, slightly flabbergasted at Chloe's successful endeavour.
"Mademoiselles…" Chloe spoke with an accent as she opened the door wide and flashed a shit-eating grin. "Y'all are free."
Victoria was the first to get up, immediately collecting her Louis-Vuitton handbag and stuffing her phone inside. With her head held high, she stopped at the door briefly.
"Don't ever try to speak french again," she mumbled toward Chloe and left, disappearing down the corridor.
Chloe flipped her off as she left.
Rachel was next, collecting her own bag as she ran over and hugged Chloe; causing the punk to blush slightly. "Thanks, you're the best! Now gimme your phone," she demanded and held her hand out.
"Uh, what?" Chloe complied anyway, watching as the blonde snagged the device out of her hand and quickly tapped away at the screen.
"I've added my number. Gimme a text or call - let's talk, mmm'kay?" Rachel winked and left.
Chloe stood there in silence for a couple of moments. Whatever.
"Uh… you two coming or…?" she asked and looked at Max and Kate, the two girls still sitting in their seats.
Max looked at Kate, whilst Kate looked at Max. They were still both unsure; would skipping detention really be a good idea?
"I… I suppose we both did finish out assignments," Max mumbled and looked over her shoulder at the piece of paper on her desk. "You did, didn't you Kate?"
"Y-yeah," she whispered and glanced over her shoulder at Chloe. Receiving a smile and a confident flick of the chin towards the door, Kate herself felt a small spurt of bravery rise up. "I suppose we can't get in t-trouble for this, right? ...let's go, Max."
Max opened her eyes wide. "Woah, really?" she asked.
"Yes, really," Kate answered and giggled.
So the two of them gathered their things and made their way to the door, stopping in front of the taller girl guarding the entrance.
"Thanks!" Kate said with a bit of enthusiasm, leaving the class and waiting outside for Max.
Chloe looked down at Max with a smirk. "You gonna kiss me or something?" she questioned and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. "Just sayin', I wouldn't mind…"
Max blushed. Max blushed hardcore; her cheeks reaching the approximate colour of a ripe tomato. How was she supposed to answer that?
"I'm kidding!" Chloe guffawed as she saw Max's face go red, pronouncing her light dusting of freckles across her cheeks. "Now go before teach gets back. Remember, I'm taking the fall for y'all if anything, so blame me, yeah?"
"Y-yeah," Max mumbled and adjusted the strap of her bag, still waiting there - expecting something, just not sure what.
"You okay dude?" Chloe cocked an eyebrow as Max just stood there.
"G-gotta go, y-yeah. See ya…" she quickly blurted out and left with Kate, still recovering from Chloe's flirtatious mark.
With one last look around the classroom, Chloe flipped off the empty room. "Sayonara, bitches!"
An hour later Chloe was sitting on the fountain located in the main quad of Blackwell. Around her dozens of students sat, talked and laughed as their made their way to and fro.
"Yo dude, you okay?" Justin asked as he saw Chloe spacing out.
"Huh? Yeah, totally," she answered and dismissed him with her hand.
Justin shrugged and kept looking at her. "Waaaiit… weren't you supposed to be in a detention or something?"
Chloe grinned and popped open another button on her collar, leaning back as much as the edge of the fountain allowed. "Totally skipped that shit dude, y'know how I roll."
"Right on!" Justin bumped fists with her and snorted. "You wanna hit up our spot?" he asked as he gestured to his pockets, obviously pointing out the weed baggie inside.
"Fuck yeah!" Chloe exclaimed. "Let's go-"
"Could the following students report to the Principal's Office IMMEDIATELY: Chloe Price, Maxine Caulfield, Rachel Amber, Victoria Chase and… Kate Marsh. Thank you."
Chloe looked around her as the chatter died down in the quad and all eyes rested on her.
"Well… s-shit," she mumbled and got up, dusting herself off.
Time to face the music.
Again.
A/N:
Hyello!
Welcome to my new fic that I literally thought of a few days ago whilst watching Breakfast Club (if you haven't watched it, go watch it right now).
It's inspired by the movie, but I've got my own plot set out that I want to follow. This won't be that long probably, it'll follow multiple characters and we will get hella Pricefield, Amberchase and a secret lil' ship I'm a fan of (ain't spoilin' tho). Maybe it'll get dark later on, still kinda up in the air about some things.
Characters will feel more OOC probably as the story goes on - chalk that down to development and this being an AU.
Dunno about updates as usual, probably gonna post as I write whenever I feel like it? Rated T for now, but might change later... who knows.
I'm going on Vacation in a week, so if no updates come out 'til then... SAYONARA Y'ALL!
ps. x-post from AO3, i'm more active there psst.
- :) WinTTY