Summary: (human au) When a nerd, princess, jock, slut, and bad boy are sent to serve a punishment in detention for eight hours, they find that their souls are closer than they had imagined. Based off "The Breakfast Club".

Disclaimer: I do not own Bloodlines or The Breakfast Club

Notes: In case any questions come up . . .

nerd ; Sydney Sage

princess ; Jillian Mastrano (human au, princess is only a title signaling that she's the popular girl)

jock ; Eddie Castile

slut ; Angeline Dawes

bad boy ; Adrian Ivashkov

The main focus of this fic will be Sydney and Adrian (pairing).

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Though it was nearly breakfast, the skies were dimmed, and the clouds had yet to part and let the sun fall over the mountains to provide the appropriate light for that time of the morning.

Every part of the day was bleak. The atmosphere was heavy with fog, and the grass covering the front lawn was lightly kissed by drops of dew from the condensation of the cold night before. The air was thick with fog, and the cars that were stopping to let the students around the school's parking lot were growing damp from the environment.

The four cars were filled with words, some popping, some accusing, and some monotone as the parents spoke to their children—the words were comforting to none of the teenagers.

Though the students had never met, their stories were interlocked. The first page of the story that they shared was about to begin, but none of the students had a clue how close their souls would lie until much later—or rather, much later in the perception of time by a teenager.

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Sydney watched her hands in her lap with distraught golden eyes, waiting for a few small words from her father, but no such conversation came. She looked up from her lap to her father, blinking at him with parted lips to speak, then shutting her mouth when she saw that he was looking out the window with a blank look in his eyes.

She brought her hand up to run it through her platinum hair, watching her father with a small frown. Sydney mentally willed him to look up at her and offer some words of advice, something along the subject of telling her that it wasn't her fault that she was sent to a weekend detention, "Dad?"

"Hmm?" Jared Sage only looked to the leather steering wheel, still not lifting his head to look at his daughter.

"Don't be upset with me, Dad. It's only one detention, and I can study throughout the eight hours."

"I don't care enough about this little affair to be upset, Sydney."

"Dad, I—"

"You need to be in the library at 8:00, and it's 7:55 now. Get going, Sydney." The blonde girl didn't wait for an 'I love you' from her father—she knew that the words wouldn't come, and simply nodded and slipped out of the car, arms filled with books.

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Eddie was sitting in his father's car, tapping the window as his right knee bounced. His light eyes flickered to the window, watching as a blonde girl climbed out of her car with some envy—he was agitated already having to sit in a single place for even twenty minutes. He always had too much energy and too little a place to waste it, and found himself always moving about.

"I'm proud of you, Eddie."

Eddie looked over to his father with something of a smile, but the grin on his face seemed to be forced. A wince came over his face as his father grasped his shoulder and shook him in a way that was supposed to be celebratory, "Thanks."

I guess being an asshole is a good thing now.

"I mean it, Eddie. You know, you remind me a lot of myself when I was your age." His father nodded once in an approving demeanor, giving him a grin.

The dirty blonde boy looked out the window of his car, more to avoid eye contact with his father than to watch the girl with the books spill into the school. Have you ever thought that there's a possibility that I don't want to be a replica of you?

"Thank you, Dad." His father lightly shook Eddie's knee to command his attention, and Eddie let his eyes fall up onto those of his father, "I should get going, but I'll keep that in mind."

"I love you, Eddie."

The words that passed his father's lips were words Eddie hadn't heard him in over a year, but they were spoken for the wrong reason. He bit back the urge to ask his father if he loved him, or if he loved the fact that Eddie was turning into him.

"I'll see you when this lets out."

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Jill's wide green eyes were fixated on her hands, trying to tune out the harsh words of her mother as she drawled on about responsibility and morals. The brunette girl tried not to roll her eyes as her mother tilted Jill's chin to look at her, looking at her sharply.

"Jillian Mastrano," Jill knew it was a clear sign of anger when her mother used her fill first name, but she didn't give a damn about her mother's incessant ramblings, "If you ignore me constantly now, you're never going to get anywhere in life."

"Mom—"

"You need to stop caring so much about who you share spit with, and start caring more about where you're going to go in life. You think anyone will give a damn about you when you need a job and have to live on microwave burritos?" Her mother's blue eyes hardened on her, "No one will care how much people loved you throughout your junior year of high school. People will care about how smart you are, not how many cute boys you felt up."

"Mom. That's gross—I'm not that kind of girl. I don't just . . . feel up random guys, or any guys for that matter. I'm not some kind of whore, and academics are proven to be less worthwhile than social skills. When I try and get a job, they'll be talking to me. They won't give me a math test and judge me on my memorization of the hundreds of postulates. They'll look at me, and they'll listen to me and judge me on my social skills." Jill tried to grasp for her main point in the argument, but her ramblings had directed the conversation to a completely random direction that she wasn't sure how to get back from.

She wasn't as bold as she pretended to be. Her mother brought out a different edge in her, one she didn't like too much, but hiding the ugly side of her was a good reason to avoid her nagging mother as much as possible.

She got along well with her father, but her mother didn't, and the couple quit before they began. After Emily discovered she was pregnant with Jill, John proposed to her, but Emily declined with an excuse of not wanting marriage out of wedlock. The two had laid on rocky terms since then, and their only common ground was the daughter they shared.

Jill saw her mother's mouth open to speak, but she ignored her mother and threw open the car door, falling out and slamming the door. Her mother sped off before Jill could realize that she left her bag in the car, leaving Jill alone and empty-handed.

"Thank you for everything, mother." Jill called out, ignoring the estranged glances she received from the people passing by.

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Angeline's freckled hand was on the handle of the door moments before the car slowed to a stop, readying herself to escape the car. Her mother slapped her hand away with a hard look as the car moved to a stop, signaling her daughter that the fifth "talk" of the week was due.

"I'll assume that you aren't going to sleep with the boys at detention as well?"

"Mom!"

"That boy out there seems perfectly fine. How much will you charge him? Thirty an hour? I forgot your rates—remind me of them, wouldn't you Angeline?" Her mother spoke with a flippancy that made Angeline want to stab a hole through the leather of the seats, but the blue-eyed girl settled with gripping onto the edge of the seat with loathing thoughts flying through her mind.

"I'm not having sex with anyone for money."

"So you're selling your body for nothing? Just addicted to the sex, nothing else? I thought you'd at least get enough to provide off of yourself after you become of age." Angeline's mother gave her daughter a flippant look, pulling out a nail file from the glove compartment, fixating her attention on her nails.

Angeline's mother was much too young to be a single mother, only in her early thirties and too free to be tied down by a man, much less by a daughter. The strawberry blonde girl was a strain on her life, and she tried to pretend that she was content with only a daughter, but the both of them knew that she needed more in life.

"I slept with two men. Two. That hardly makes me a prostitute."

"You're seventeen, Angeline! Remember the first man, and how he was seven years older than you? And how you had to beg until you cried so that I wouldn't turn him in?"

"You were fifteen when you were knocked up, Mom. Is that why you're so freaked out? You don't want me to fuck up my life with a kid like you did yours before you could get anywhere?"

"Get out of my car, Angeline."

"My pleasure."

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Adrian let his hand slip into his pocket, fetching out a single cigarette and placing it between his red lips, balancing it between his teeth lightly. He reached further into his pocket, fetching a lighter and placing a spark of fire onto the bud of the cigarette, inhaling as a plume of smoke filled the car.

"You're going to bring a lighter into the school?" Nathan Ivashkov gave his son a hard look before plucking the orange lighter from his son's fingers and tossing it out the window with some look of pride.

"Littering to teach me an example? I didn't know that was one of the morals of parenting. Maybe I'll be a good father after all." Adrian offered his strict father a sly grin, "I'm sure one of the girls I've knocked up is ready to procreate with me."

"Your child would be born with infections judging by your promiscuity."

"Big surprise, but I've been tested, and I'm clean." Adrian put his hands up and wiggled his fingers in an 'I surrender' fashion, grinning devilishly.

"You never cease to make me absolutely disgusted by you, Adrian."

"Then throw a party—I'm graduating in four months, and afterwards you'll never see my face again."

"Who says you'll graduate, Son? At the rate you're going, you'll be stuck in high school for years upon years from now." Adrian tried to cut in with some quick comeback, but his father beat him to it. "Look around, and try to find someone who doesn't believe you're worthless. You can't find anyone, can you? You can't find anyone who gives a shit about you because you've shitted on everyone who thought you could do something with your life. You've killed off all of your brain cells with your alcohol, and at this point, I'd be surprised if you lived to thirty."

"You're hurting me, Dad." Adrian said sarcastically. He tapped on the window of the car, watching as his father muttered something under his breath and unlocked the car door for Adrian.

Adrian stood, slipping out of the car and standing outside of the Mustang. He bowed lowly, acting as though tipping an invisible hat off to his father in a sarcastic display of showmanship. The car sped away even faster than Emily's did, and Adrian laughed aloud, shoving his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket and moving into the school with a shit-eating smile.

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The nerd, jock, princess, slut, and bad boy were simply labels on five misunderstood souls, much too simple to describe the complex beings underneath the judging names.

When they were looked at, it was all they were—the labels created them, and the titles placed upon them were the creations of every first impression of a soul looking upon them. They were judged with a glance, and they were placed into a selective group with a single look.

The pretenses were hard to break, but when the souls opposite as could be met, the harsh glances of society were slowly shattered into something that no one but the nerd, jock, princess, slut, and bad boy could ever comprehend.

They were different as black and white, but put together, they were the same.

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