-1"Hooked on a feeling"

Insight and expansion into what Claire was really thinking during detention.

MOST dialog is written by the great John Hughes. You can easily find the transcripts on line.

Claire

I can barely put into words what was going thru my head when John was insulting me.

" Are you a virgin?

I'll bet you a million dollars

That you are!

Let's end the suspense!

Is it gonna be a white weddin?"

I did my best to ignore him. To shoot down his theory that I couldn't ignore him if I tried. But he was right. I couldn't. My body sure wasn't.

I had always thought he was hot, in that bad boy want to be dirty sort of way. The resident criminal. That sexy streak of grey that shot thru the shock of hair that fell in his eyes. That overcoat he wore everywhere. He drove me wild. But I couldn't let him know that.

"Have you ever kissed a boy on the mouth?

Have you ever been felt up?

Over the bra, under the blouse,

shoes off…hoping to God

your parents don't walk in?"

He taunted further.

He thinks he's getting to me. He's right. Just not the way he thinks he is. He wouldn't call me Cherry if he knew. Although, if he knew he might just shut up and do the things he's taunting me with. No. Can't do that. So I just ask if he wants me to puke.

"Over the panties, no bra, blouse unbuttoned,

Calvin's in a ball on the front seat past eleven on a school night?"

He keeps it up. Tell the truth, those mentioned panties are feeling awfully damp right now. I wonder if he can tell. Of course, then Andrew had to ruin it by telling him to stop. I didn't want him to stop. Not really.

Not that it would be my proudest moment, my friends reaction if I dated John Bender. But I'm their leader. Most of them would think that I was being cool by slumming. I don't know if I have the guts to be with a man like him. He's nothing I know. I have no place in his world. He doesn't care about mine.

Through out the afternoon, I can't get him out of my mind. Especially after the stunt he pulled under the table hiding from Vernon. I'd bet my allowance that he knew how hot he made me.

Throughout the day, he continued to taunt me. Even after getting thrown into a closet by Vernon, he found a way to get to me. The day drawing to a close, he returned to his closet prison, and I decided to take a decisive move. He wouldn't close the deal, so I would.

I found his closet and quietly joined him.

"You lost?" he asked me. I just smiled. I sat with him for a while, just looking at each other warily. Finally, I leaned in and kissed him.

"Why'd you do that?" he asked.

"Cause I knew you wouldn't." I told him.

"You know how you said before, how your parents used you to get back at each other…wouldn't I be outstanding in that capacity?"

He asked. I didn't care what my parents would think. I didn't care what the sheep at school would think. I just wanted him.

"Were you really disgusted about what I did with my lipstick?" I teased "Truth?"

"Truth.."

He looked at me. And started nodding his head yes. Then he spoke.

"No." And he smiled.

"So. How about doing something to put an end to this calling me Cherry business?" I asked him. He looked at me in shock. I leaned forward and kissed him again. This time, he took the initiative and joined in the kiss. It grew deeper and hotter with every second. Soon, clothing was being tugged off, and he was showing me those moves that he taunted me with earlier. When suddenly, he stopped. I looked at him questioningly.

"This is just too fucked. What do you think you can prove by getting me to pop it in a dirty crowded broom closet. Fuck that!" He said nervously. I looked at him like he had just turned purple.

"That's not what this is at all!" I shouted at him, Lowering my voice quickly.

"Sure, Princess. You know, this is nice and all, but if I'm gonna make it with you, I'm not going to let you dog me to your friends for allowing it to happen here!"

I drew in a quick breath.

"Then where?" I asked. He looked at me quietly for a few moments. Then he smiled and played with my hair, examining the color between his fingers.

"How about I let you know on Monday morning?" he smirked, fully believing that I wouldn't go for him talking to me.

"How about you spend the rest of the weekend with me. Or, I can spend it with you. Either way, it's better than spending it with my parents, and you have gotten me so worked up, I really don't want to wait until Monday." I shot back.

"Fine. Meet me at that party tonight. Stubbys. My friends and I were gonna just crash it and run, but this sounds like a much better idea." He suggested.

I smiled at him. He was serious.

"You've got it." I told him. "Okay. Now that we have that settled, will you kiss me again?" I asked. He started shaking his head no, only this time, he pulled me to him. Hands on the back of my head, crushing our mouths together. I had been kissed before. Been felt up before. But something about John Bender got to me. He was real, a man among boys. He had lived and survived life instead of waiting for it to happen. I was sick of the preppy pretty boys with their alligator shirts and penny loafers. Sick of being picked up in a too small car with a too loud engine that was most certainly their fathers way of overcompensating. It was time to live on the edge. And John was just the man to do it with.