Disclaimer: I do not own Breakfast club or anything associated with it. I am not making any money from this. This goes for the ENTIRE story.

Summary: What if Claire and John went too far in the closet? How would they react come Monday, and how will they deal with the consequences?

Rating: T

Author Note: Hey guys, I'm back! This was previously uploaded under my name FIREGAMBLER but I had to sadly let that page finally rest in peace. (Creepy stalker people and then email crashed. Fail. So, all of the completed stroies on that page will remain there forever, but any new ones, and the completion of my old ones, will be here! REVIEW!

Chapter one: Come Monday.

"Your mother is home." Mr. Standish didn't seem angry, but then Claire new better than that. He hadn't approved of her gaining detention, but he'd already given her a speech this morning. He parked the car behind her mother's black BMW and killed the engine. Claire took a deep breath and sighed. Her mother hadn't known about her detention, or so her father had said. But would her father lie about where he was picking Claire up from, or would he throw her under the bus? She waited, seeing as how he wasn't opening his door either.

Taking a deep breath he turned to her. "Look, Clairy, why don't we keep that little boyfriend of yours a secret from your mother? I'm not sure it would be such a good idea to tell her…with things the way they are." In other words, your mother's drunk again, which is why she's home so early, and I don't want to deal with her so keep your mouth shut. Claire rolled her eyes.

"He's not my boyfriend," She stated, unlocking her door. "He's just…" A friend? Claire shook her head and closed her door.

"Well whatever he is, don't mention it to your mother. I'll tell her you were at Stacie's again, alright?"

Claire nodded and headed up the concrete path toward her two story home. To anyone else, Claire's father would sound like a cool guy. But Claire knew the truth. He was hopping to get Claire to like him more than Claire's mother. That way later, when they had a fight, he could bring it up. He could claim he was better parent and that Claire loved him more because of it. But the truth was, Claire couldn't stand either of them. No, she didn't hate her parents, but sometimes, she just wished her brother would have taken her with him when he moved out.

Slowly Claire opened the door and stepped into the dark foyer. As soon as her father closed the door behind them Claire headed for the staircase. She didn't make it. "Claire honey?" Claire froze on the first steps and watched through angry eyes as her father disappeared back to his study. "Is that you?" Claire took a deep breath and turned toward the dinning room. She could just see the flicker of candles in the dark room through the doorway.

"Yea, mom." She finally answered, waiting patiently to see how lucid her mother was.

"Stacie called about an hour ago, sweetie. I told her I'd let you know when you got back from shopping."

So much for the Stacie story. "Alright mom, I'll call her." Her mother never responded. Maybe she had just started drinking. After all, it was only eight o'clock, but then it could have been a bad day at the office. Claire rolled her eyes at that thought. It was always a bad day at the office. She took the stairs slowly, taking her time and trying to bring her head back down from cloud nine. There were so many thoughts, so many images, flashing through her mind that she could barely concentrate. She made it to the top of the staircase and turned down the hall, heading toward the last door. Once she was safely in her room, with the door shut, she picked up the phone and called her best friend.

Stacie had known Claire since freshman year. Both had been terrified at the thought of High School, both had had rich parents, and both had immediately been pulled into the popular crowd. To Claire, Stacie was the definition of popular girl. As soon as tryouts for cheerleading had begun, Stacie had been the first to make the squad. Claire however had settled for student council. With long blonde hair, baby blue eyes, and the best body any high school girl could wish for, Stacie had quickly become head cheerleader, and most wanted girl in the school. Claire owed most of her popularity to Stacie.

"Hey, are you still in one piece?" Stacie asked on the third ring. Claire couldn't help but laugh.

"It was detention, Stace, not prison." Claire could almost see Stacie shake her head.

"You had to spend the entire day with Vernon! How is that not hell?"

Claire laughed again. "Good point. Listen, are you going to that party tonight?"

Stacie paused for a moment and then sighed heavily into the phone. "Yes, actually, but I plan on being fashionably late so I don't have to leave for another thirty minutes. How about you? You going?"

"Nah, I think I'm gona get some sleep. You know, busy day."

"Yea, that reminds me. I called around five but you weren't home. Didn't you say you got out around five?"

"Yea," Claire answered. "But dad took me out to eat first. And the waiter took forever. Dad didn't even leave a tip."

"Really?" Stacie asked, sounding uninterested. "So how bad was detention?"

Claire's thought back to it and couldn't help but smile. She'd made new friends, and even overstepped some carefully placed boundaries. But could she really explain to Stacie about her new friends? Andy was fine; he was a popular jock that everyone in the entire school knew. But Allison was a recluse, Brian was a nerd, and Bender…her heart sped up at just the thought of him. John was on an entire different social chart. Yea, Claire cared about all of them, but would Stacie?

"It wasn't all that bad." Claire stated, choosing to play it safe. "Andrew Clark was there, so I had someone I knew."

"Andy was there!" Stacie practically squealed. "Did he say he was going to the party tonight?"

Stacie had had a crush on Andy since the moment he became popular. It had always irked Claire that before Andy had become the star of their wrestling team, Stacie hadn't even know the boy existed. She'd never once even looked his way. But now that he was Mr. Popular, Stacie was practically drooling over him. Well, she was going to have a rude awakening come Monday when she saw Allison. Claire frowned. That was if Andy and Allison were together.

"Hello? Earth to Claire!" Claire shook her head.

"Sorry, yea, I think he mentioned something about the party."

"Oh I hope he's there. What should I wear?" Claire halfway listened to Stacie as she ran through her list of clothing and waited for Claire to pick out an outfit. Because Stacie was her best friend, Claire helped and then waited while Stacie put it on.

"So who else was in detention?" Stacie asked and Claire took a deep steadying breath. What harm would it do to tell her who was there?

"Well, Allison Reynolds was there."

"Who?"

Of course Stacie wouldn't know who Allison was. Allison wasn't popular. And Claire couldn't really blame Stacie because, if she was being honest, she hadn't known who Allison was either until detention. And she hadn't really been pleasant to the girl in the beginning. "She's kinda of…antisocial. Short brown, messy hair, usually wears long black skirts and lots of layers."

"The girl in our Science class?"

Claire frowned. Allison was in their science class? How did Claire miss that? She concentrated for a moment and remembered seeing Allison once or twice. She'd never thought anything about the girl, except to comment on how horrible her style was. "Yea," Claire stated, quilt snatching hold of her, "That's her."

"I bet she was really weird." Stacie stated. "What did she do to get in there? Kill someone?"

Claire's frown deepened. This wasn't what Claire wanted to talk about. It had suddenly become a bad idea to talk about detention. Unconsciously her eyes darted to the alarm clock on the other side of her bed and she sighed in relief. "How fashionably late are you planning on being, Stace? It's almost nine."

"Yea, but, we haven't finished talking!" Stacie protested.

"Well, I promise I'll tell you all about it Monday."

"Wait, what are you doing tomorrow?" she demanded.

Claire sighed. Did the girl ever listen to anything she said? "I told you, Stace, I've got to go with mom and dad to the Country Club festival. I thought you were coming too."

Silence. Finally Stacie replied, "Yea, maybe. I guess I'll go if you go. But you have to promise to tell me about detention."

"Alright fine. We're gona be there all day anyway."

"Talk to you tomorrow!" Stacie called and Claire repeated it back before clicking her phone off and lying back in bed.

She was convinced now, that her friends wouldn't accept her new friends. If Stacie thought that poorly about Allison, a girl she knew nothing about, what would she think about Brian, a known nerd, or John. Everyone knew John Bender. Or rather, everyone knew who Bender was. Claire was almost positive only the breakfast club knew John's first name. Bender was the local badass, who frequented detention and was thrown out of class more than the trash. And if Stacie couldn't even accept them, no one else in their group would. So what was she supposed to do? What happened on Monday?

What happened when she went to science class? Would Allison want her to sit beside her? Would she even speak to her? And if she did, how could Claire say anything back? Stacie was in that class, and if Claire started speaking to the weird girl Stacie might stop talking to her. Then where would Claire be? She'd loose all of her friends! But, if she ignored Allison, she'd lose her as a friend, and possibly even Andy.

And what about Brian? What happened when he passed her group in the hall, or in the cafeteria? Would he say hi? Would he want to sit with Claire? He was a known nerd, one her friends made fun of. His entire group was practically the butt of all of their jokes. How could she possibly be nice to him without her friends looking down on her? But if she ignored him, he'd fall into depression again, or worse. What if he brought another gun to school? What if he finished the job this time? It'd be all her fault, because she didn't have enough backbone to stand up to her friends!

Her heart sank with each fault and finally her thoughts landed on John. His friends hated her group of friends. They were on complete opposite ends of the social chart. The problem was, both groups ruled the school in their own way. Claire's group of friends was envied by everyone. They were well known and popular because everyone wanted to be them. They were the athletes, the smart, beautiful, kids. The popular crowd. But John's friends were just as popular. They were the local bullies, the bad boys, the ones that the kids secretly wished they could be. They were the ones that stood up to the teachers and said what ever kid had always wanted to say. They were the rebels.

So the students were divided. Some wanted to be the popular kids, for the attention, and the status, and because their parents would like them more, but at the same time, the students that weren't being picked on by them wanted to be the bullies who stood up for what they believed in and had more backbone than the entire school combined. The ones who did what they wanted when they wanted and screw the consequences.

Claire knew that better than anyone. She'd said those exact words earlier on that day. She'd finished dolling up Allison and headed back out into the library. She had intended to walk back to her desk and watch Andy's face when Allison came out, but that's when Vernon had come back in. He'd barely even looked in the door long enough to say, "Detention's over." Before it had closed behind him again. He reopened it and sighed, "Someone go get Bender."

Claire had immediately volunteered. She told Brian, who was still writing their paper, and Andy who wasn't even paying attention to her, that she'd meet them in the hallway and then she'd slipped out of the room. Vernon's office door was closed and Claire took a deep breath before heading toward the utility closet Bender had said he was in. She reached the door and took a deep breath. Her mind was spinning with his words from before, and everything in her wanted to…wanted to what? Kiss him? She'd closed her eyes took a deep breath and said, "Screw the consequences."

When she'd opened the door John had been staring off into space. He'd looked up just as she leaned against the door to close it...

"You lost?" he asked and she smiled at him. Her heart sped up when he smirked back at her, a nice smirk. She moved to kneel in front of him and he turned away, suddenly shy. He stared at the wall to her right and, taking a deep breath; she leaned forward and kissed his neck. His head snapped back to stare at her when she sat back.

"Why'd you do that?" he asked, his voice sounding curious and kinder than she had ever heard it.

"'Cause I knew you wouldn't." she answered honestly.

"You know how you said before, how your parents used you to get back at each other?" he asked and she nodded. Still grinning he continued, "Wouldn't I be outstanding in that capacity?" Claire frowned. Yes, he would, but she didn't want to use him like that. Or at all for that matter. She wanted more than just someone to use against her parents. She wanted John, as what? Her boyfriend? How well would that go over in school? Instead of answering his question, she asked one of her own.

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

"Truth?" he asked, still grinning.

"Truth." She repeated.

He nodded, still grinning. "No."

Her heart sped up."No?" she asked, and he nodded again. She leaned forward and before she could think twice about it she kissed him. He was too stunned to respond at first but when he did he was all passion. His hands moved up to pull her closer to him, so close that she had to put her hands on his chest to keep herself from toppling into him. Their kiss deepened and before Claire had known it they had stripped their clothes off and he had stood up, pulling her with him and then spun to pin her against the wall with his body. Everything had happened so fast. Claire had been frightened at first, but John had been gentle, gentler than she ever thought possible, and as he kissed down her neck he had whispered, "I won't hurt you. I promise. I'll never hurt you."

His words rang in her ears now as she remembered the heated encounter. Her hand moved up unconsciously to her empty earlobe where the diamond stud used to hang, the diamond stud that was now in John's ear. What happened to them, come Monday? He had already said his friend's wouldn't accept her, and she knew without a shadow of a doubt that her friend's wouldn't accept him. So where did it leave them? For a moment, her mind drifted to English and Romeo and Juliet, who both died in the end. She took a deep breath and shook her head. Could she possibly ignore John now? He was her first, and a small part of her wanted to be with him more than anything. But a much larger part of her was terrified of what her friends would think.

"Dear God," she prayed as she slipped under the covers. "Help me, come Monday."

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