*hey guys! yes, this is another Breakfast Club fanfic but someone suggested this idea to me and i thought it'd be an intetesting take on the story. so my character's name is Patty Jett, a girl who is obsessed with music, especially rock and has a reputation for being a trouble maker, but not as much as John Bender, who's actually a friend of hers. she's no stranger to being in detention, but this time was... interesting. she finds herself oddly attracted to good boy Brian as this Saturday turned out to be a lot more than she expected.*
Chapter 1 Arrival
Saturday, March 24, 1984, Shermer High School, Shermer, Illinois. 60062.
Dear Mr. Verno, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was that we did wrong, what we did was wrong. But we think you're crazy to make us write this essay telling you who we think we are, what do you care? You see us as you want to see us, in the simplest terms and the most convenient definitions. You see us as a brain, a rock star, an athelete, a basket case, a princess and a criminal. Correct? That's the way we saw each other at seven o'clock this morning. We were brainwashed...
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Sherman High, a typical high school that most teenagers would call a shithole and a total waste of space. People would normally say high school was the best time of their lives, which is just another load of crap just to make kids stay in school. That's what Patty Jett thought of it as she stood by the entrance, leaning on a wall as she slightly bobbed her head up and down to music playing in her headphones. Like lot of teenagers, she hates school and just couldn't wait to finally graduate from this hellhole and be on her merry way out. Her reputation preceeded her as she was a huge trouble maker and hung out with John Bender, who is even more infamous than she was. So here she was at school on a Saturday for detention, waiting to see who else was coming.
She took out a quarter from her pocket and started rolling it across her knuckles. She shouldn't have come this early but spending more time at the place she is to call home would mean more useless questions and an even more annoying lecture with slight beating on the side. Yeah, her homelife isn't the best and even though she hates school, she'd rather be here than at her unstable foster home since her foster parents wouldn't give two shits about her anyway.
It was then she noticed a car starting to pull up. She held the coin in place as she squinted to see who was in the car. She didn't have to look long as one glance at the firey orange hair was a dead give away, which made her roll her eyes. When she saw her get out of the car and start toward the entrance without even glancing up at her, she groaned. It was none other than Claire Standish, a rich, snobby brat that just thought she was too good for this school and everyone should bow to her feet and lick her shoes. Everyone knew about her. Some people like her, some hate her. Patty was amoung the haters and it was all because she's experienced her wrath of bitchiness when Claire stole one of her old walkman and crushed it just because she wanted to.
Another car pulled up shortly afterwards. She couldn't tell who it was this time, but she could see they were having an arguement inside. When they finally came out of the car, her eyebrows went up in slight surprise. It turned out to be good boy Brian Johnson, one of the smartest people in their grade and probably the last person she'd ever expect to be in Saturday detention. He was starting to go to the entrance when he finally noticed her and froze. His eyes started down at her feet and soon met with hers and his cheeks blushed slightly. Patty found this strange but kinda cute and ended up smiling as she gave a small wave. He gave her an awkward wave back before he hastenly headed inside. Patty chuckled as she looked back at the driveway.
The next person walking up was the king jock Andrew Clark. Patty didn't have any beef with him personally, but she's heard of the stuff he and his jocks do to some people so she keeps clear from him. She may be a trouble maker but unlike John, she has lines she doesn't cross. He looked up at her but went inside, not acknowlodging her. She shrugged her shoulders, showing she didn't care. She then felt a tap on her shoulder, startling her a little before she saw it was John. She smiled as she paused her music and took her headphones off.
"You've always been easy to scare." He joked. She rolled her eyes and shoved him plaufully.
"Shut up, jerk." She said.
"So, who've we got?" He asked. She looked over at the door for a second.
"Looking for more victims, Johnny?" She asked with a smirk on her face.
"Always. You should know that, Patty." He said. She then indicated toward the doors.
"Why don't you go and see for yourself?" She said. John scoffed.
"Typical." He said. They then went inside to the library. At the tables, they saw Andrew and Claire sitting at the same table at the front, with Brian sitting one table behind them on the next row and way in the back was Allison. At least there was another person here she was friends with... somewhat. Allison was a bit of a weird one but she was easy to get along with. Even though Patty hardly talked with her, she was a good listener and always was open to let Patty vent, even if Patty sometimes felt awkward with her.
Just out of curiousity, she decided to sit in front of Brian. She heard Claire snicker, which made her glare at her. Andrew looked over at her again, this time a little longer but when he turned to Claire, he shrugged his shoulders. Patty groaned. Great. She's already talking about me, she thought. She took a glance over to Brian, who was already looking right at her. He quickly looked away and started blushing again. Patty laughed, which made him blush harder. Then the doors opened with Mr. Vernon, the worst principal in history, walked in and stood upfront.
"Well, well. Here we are! I want to congradulate you for being on time." He started off. Claire immediately shot her hand in the air.
"Excuse me, sir? I think there's been a mistake. I know it's detention, but um, I don't think I belong in here." She said. Patty scoffed. That is something Claire would say. Claire shot her a glare, with Patty sticking her tongue out at her in response.
"Anyways," Vernon continues, looking at his watch. "It is now 7:06. You have exactly eight hours and fifty-four minutes to think about why you're here. To ponder the error of your ways." John then spits into the air and lets it land back into his mouth. Claire makes a disgusted face at that, which Patty takes pleasure in.
"You may not talk," Vernon says. Patty hears some movement behind her, making her look back to see Brian shifting seats. "You will not move from these seats." Brian froze at that and went back to his original seat. Patty chuckles. She then hears Vernon take some steps towards her. She looks up to see him staring at her headphones.
"No music." He says. Patty held his cold stare as she hid her headphones underneath her jacket's collar. Vernon then walks over to John, who had his feet on a chair.
"And you," He pulls the chair from his feet. "Will not sleep. Alright people, we're gonna try something a little different today. We are going to write an essay, of no less than a thousand words, describing to me who you think you are."
"Is this a test?" John asks. Vernon ignores him as he passes out pencils and paper.
"And when I say essay, I mean essay." He continues. "I do not mean a single word repeated a thousand times. Is that clear Mr. Bender?" John looks right at him.
"Crystal." He replies.
"Good. Maybe you'll learn a little something about yourself. Maybe you'll even decide whether or not you care to return." Brian stands up from his seat.
"You know, I can answer that right now, sir." He said. "That'd be no, no for me 'cause-"
"Sit down Johnson." Vernon interrupted.
"Thank you, sir." Brian says as he sits down timidly. Patty bites her lip to quit laughing.
"My office," Vernon says. "is right across that hall. Any monkey business is ill-advised. Any questions?"
"Yeah, I got a question." John says. Patty smirks. Here he goes. She thought. "Does Barry Manilow know you raid his wardrobe?" Patty covers her mouth to hide her smile.
"I'll give you the answer to that question, Mr. Bender, next Saturday." Vernon replies. "Don't mess with the bull young man, you'll get the horns." After that, he leaves the library. Patty sighs as she leans back against the chair, letting her head drop back. She ends up looking over at Brian, who was still getting comfortable. From the back, everyone hears loud snapping. Everyone turns to see Allison biting her nails.
"You keep eating your hand and you're not gonna be hungry for lunch." John says. Allison spits her nail at John. "I've seen you before, you know." Patty sees Brian turn back around, still not noticing that she was staring at him. She turns around her chair quietly as she watches him intently.
"Who do I think I am? Who are you? Who are you?" He mumbles to himself. He then sticks his pen on his lip. "I am a walrus." Patty unintentionally let out an audiable chuckle, making him look up her. He started to turn red as he took the pen out of his mouth.
"Hey, Brian." She finally says. He shifts his eyes away for a second as he rubbed his neck awkardly.
"Hi... Patty." He says, timidly. Patty smiles.
"Oh, you know my name. Great, we can skip the formalities then." She says.
"I mean, yeah, everyone knows you." He replies.
"I wouldn't say everyone, but nice save." She says. He looks at her for a minute. It is true, almost everyone knows about Patty. Aside from Bender, she's one of the most troublesome students in Sherman. Brian has heard so much about her that she could almost be Bender's partner in crime. She had her limits though and she never really messed with the students unless she had beef with them, like with Claire. He's actually heard some good things about too, so he wasn't really intimidated by her. In fact, quite the opposite. He found her to be nice when she wants to be... and she's real pretty too with her long, black hair and bright blue eyes and perfectly fair skin just made her look so... wait, what? Where did that come from? Brian found himself feeling hot. He tried taking his jacket off but he then noticed Bender was taking his off too. He awkwardly put his back on, letting Bender take his off. He heard Patty laugh again, which made him feel hotter. Sheesh, even her laugh is attractive. He thought. He shook his head as he looked down at his paper.
"I can't believe this is really happening to me." Claire said to herself. Patty rolled her eyes. Was she going to have to put up with Claire's nagging for the next eight hours? Somebody just shoot her now.
"Oh, shit! What're we supposed to do if we have to take a piss?" John blurted out. Claire groans.
"Please." She said, disgusted.
"If you gotta go, you gotta go." John starts to unzip his fly.
"Fire in the hole, ladies and gentlemen." Patty joked.
"Oh my God!" Claire exclaims.
"Hey, you're not urinating in here, man!" Andrew yells.
"Don't talk, don't talk! It makes it crawl back up." John said.
"You whip it out and you're dead before the first drop hits the floor!" John gasps mockingly at this.
"Ooh, Clark's coming in!" Patty says, sitting up in her chair.
"D-don't encourage them!" Brian tells her. She looks down at him with a smirk.
"Don't worry, I know how to work the field. Just watch and learn." She says. Brian was shocked with the amount of confidance she had. He kinda envied it.
"Hey, homeboy." He heard Bender say. He turned to see him looking at him. Brian points at himself, confused. "Why don't you go close that door. We'll get the prom queen impregnated!" Claire quickly glares at him.
"Haha! Get 'em, Johnny!" Patty cheers.
"What's your problem, bitch?" Andrew says to her.
"Ask your prom queen. She'll tell straight out." She replies.
"If I lose my temper, you're both totalled."
"Totally?" John asks.
"Totally!"
"Why don't you just shut up? Nobody here is interested." Claire says to John.
"Really." He turns around and says something under his breath.
"Well, hey Sporto! What'd you do to get in here? Forget to wash your jock?" John asks.
"Uh, excuse me, fellas?" Brian says nervously. "I think we should just write our papers..." He notices they weren't paying attention so he quiets down.
"Leave them be, Brian." He hears. He turns and see that Patty was now sitting on top of his desk. "This is John's natural habitat. He knows how to work it." Brian felt his heart beat against his chest.
"Y-yeah, sure." He says. He looks down and sees her hand on top of his paper. Patty notices this, which makes her smirk.
"If you're that curious, go right ahead." She says. He looks up as her with his eyes wide open.
"Uh, no thank you." He replies. Patty shrugs her shoulders.
"Suit yourself." She sits back down on her chair. Brian fiddles with his fingers disappointingly. Dammit, you had your chance and you blew it! Nice going smart one. He thinks to himself.
"Hey, what's going on in there?" They hear Vernon yell from the hall. John and Andrew's arguing must've gotten on his nerves too. John gets up from his seat and leans on a railing nearby.
"What do you say we close that door. We can't have any kind of party with Vernon checking us out every few seconds." John says.
"Well, you know the door's supposed to stay open." Brian objected.
"So what?"
"So why don't you just shut up?" Andrew says. "There's five other people in here, you know."
"God, you can count!" John jokes. "See, I knew you had to be smart to be a wrestler."
"Who the hell are you to judge anbody, anyway?"
"Really." Claire adds in.
"You know, Bender, you don't even count. I mean, if you disappeared forever it wouldn't make any difference. You may as well not even exist at this school." Patty looked up at John worringly. He wasn't showing it, but she could see that what Andrew said hurt him.
"Come on, Clark." She speaks up. "That was a bit much, wouldn't you say? Nobody should say that to anyone."
"It's the truth." Andrew says. "That counts for you too."
"Hey!" Brian suddenly says. Everyone turns to him in surprise. He notices what he's done and slumps down in his chair. "She's right. You shouldn't say that." He looked over at her. She was still a little stunned from that but she then gave him a genuine smile.
"Why, thank you." She says. He looks away and nods in response.
"Well, I'll just run right out and join the wrestling team." John says. Claire and Andrew look at each other and laugh. "Maybe the prep club too. Student council."
"No, they wouldn't take you." Andrew says.
"I'm hurt."
"You know why people like you and Patty knock everything?" Claire says.
"Oh, this should be stunning." John mumbles.
"Pray tell, princess." Patty says. Claire looks right at her.
"It's 'cause you're afraid." She says. Patty scoffs again.
"Oh yeah. Like I'm afraid to join one of these stupid clubs where you and your bitches gossip and paint each others nails. What am I missing out on?"
"I'm in the math club..." She hears Brian say softly. She turns to him.
"Huh? You say something?" She asks. He shakes his head at her.
"See, you're afraid that they won't take you. You don't belong so you just have to dump all over it." Claire says.
"Well, it wouldn't have anything to do with you activities people being assholes, now would it?" John replies.
"Well, you wouldn't know. You don't even know any of us."
"Well, I don't know any lepers either, but I'm not gonna run out and join one of their fucking clubs."
"I'm in the physics club, too..." Brian says again. Patty turns her chair towards him and leans on his desk.
"What was that now?" She asks. He leans slightly away from her and notices that everyone's looking at him.
"Well, what I said was... I'm in the math club, the Latin club and the physics club... physics club." He says.
"Huh. That's interesting." Patty says.
"Hey, Cherry. Do you belong in the physics club?" John asks Claire.
"That's an academic club." She replies.
"So?"
"So academic clubs aren't the same as other kinds of clubs."
"Oh, but to dorks like him, they are."
"What do you guys do in your club?" Patty asks Brian. Brian shifts in his chair uncomfortably.
"In physics um... we, ah... we talk about physics... about properties of physics." He replies nervously. Patty chuckles.
"So, it's sorta social. Demented and sad, but social, right?" John butts in. Patty laughs harder at that.
"Good one, Johnny." She says. She lays her head down and looks up at Brian again. "What else?"
"Well, I guess you could consider it a social situation. I mean, there are other children in my club and uh, at the end of the year we have, um, you know, a big banquet, at the, uh, at the Hilton." He continues.
"You load up, you party..." John says.
"Well, no, we get dressed up. I mean, but, we don't...we don't get high."
"Only burners like you and Patty get high." Claire says.
"Aw, thanks for the inclusion." Patty says sarcastically.
"And, uh, I didn't have any shoes." Brian continued. "So I had to borrow my dad's. It was kinda weird 'cause my mom doesn't like me to wear other people's shoes. And, uh, my cousin Kent...my cousin Kendall from, uh, Indiana... He got high once and you know, he started eating like really weird foods. And uh, and then he just felt like he didn't belong anywhere. You know, kinda like, you know Twilight Zone kinda." Claire laughs at that.
"Sounds like the two of you." She says.
"Oh, don't worry Brian." Patty says. She reaches over and fiddles with his fingers. Brian tenses up when she touches him. "I have experience with that so I know how to handle it." Brian blushes madly.
"But what about all the stuff it can do to you? Aren't you worried?" He asks.
"Well, when you're life is shitty, you need something to sustain you." She says. Brian takes this time to really look at Patty. He never really thought her life would be too shitty. She seems like genuinly happy person. Granted, she causes trouble around the school so there has to be a reason why she does. He looks down at his hand that she was fiddling with as he thinks to himself. What could cause someone so pretty and attractive to be such a huge trouble maker? He felt himself blush when he thought of that. Of all the people he could find himself attracted to, why did it have to be her?
"Look, you guys keep up your talking and Vernon's gonna come right in here. I got a meet this Saturday and I'm not gonna miss it on account of you boneheads." Andrew blurts out.
"Oh, and wouldn't that be a bite." John replied. He let out a fake moan of agony. "Missing a whole wrestling meet!"
"Well, you wouldn't know anything about it, faggot!" Andrew said angrily. "You never competed in your whole life." John keeps up his hurt facade.
"Oh, I know. I feel all empty inside because of it. I have such a deep admiration for guys that roll around on the floor with other guys." He said.
"Ah. you'd never miss it. You don't have any goals."
"Oh, but I do."
"Yeah?"
"I wanna be just like you. I figure all I need's a labotamy and some tights."
"You wear tights?" Brian suddenly asks. Patty smiles at this. Andrew looks over at him.
"No, I don't wear tights. I wear the required uniform." He replied.
"Tights." Brian and Patty say at the same time. They glanced at each other and chuckled. For a second, Brian felt the same as Patty did.
"Shut up!" Andrew said defensively. This made Patty giggle even more.
"Oh, chin up Clark. Not every guy is man enough to wear tights and show off their asses." She joked. Brian lost it as he chuckled even more. He covered his mouth to try and stop himself.
"Laugh all you want. At least I don't need to cause trouble just to get attention. That's all you ever do 'cause you can't do anything else!" Andrew said. Patty frowned at him and held his stare. Brian gulped as he didn't know what to expect. Patty let out a breath as she shook her head.
"Don't say stuff that you don't know about, Clark. I don't mess with people unless they mess with me first, like her." She said, glaring at Claire.
"Oh, please. You're so petty." Claire groaned. Patty stood up from her chair, making Brian jump.
"Petty or not, there was no reason for you to be such a bitch!" She yelled. Claire was about to say something else but they then heard footsteps. They all looked over at the doors to see Vernon standing there with his hands on his hips, looking angry. He walked over to Patty, who was still standing.
"Are we having a problem, Miss. Jett?" He asked. "Would you like to come to my office? Maybe we can discuss some things there." Patty leaned away from him, putting one of her hands on Brian's desk for support. He felt really bad seeing her this way.
"No problem, sir." She said. "Just a little spat." Vernon leaned in closer, almost hostile. Patty felt herself tense up as she stared right back at him.
"Better be the last time. I don't want to repeat what happened last year." He said. Patty gulped. He then turned to the rest. "And all of you, cut it out. I don't want to come back here." He then walked out of the library. Patty sighed as she sat down and held her head.
"That bastard." She heard John say. "Sick fucking turd."
"What happened last year?" Claire ask.
"Why do you want to know?" Patty asked. "So you can gossip to your stupid little friends? Thanks, but I have enough drama in my life." She sighed again. This is the last thing she'd expect to come up, especially at detention with a bunch of strangers, minus John. She itched to hear some music but she didn't want another reason for Vernon to come at her again. She suddenly felt something on her fingers. She turned and saw Brian fiddling with her fingers. He looked up at her and stopped for a second.
"You don't mind... right?" He asked. Patty smiled as she shook her head.
"No." She replied. Brian found himself smiling too. He looked down at her hand and continued to play with her fingers. Patty for some reason felt a little better. It was such a small thing but it was enough to take her mind off of what just happened.
"Thanks Brian." She said. Brian looked up at her again. He was a little shocked at first but he let out another smile. He played with them some more. Her hands and fingers were so small and skinny compared to his. They were much paler too. Brian found himself smiling again as he laid his hand on hers. He doesn't know how theses feelings started or why, but he liked it. Even though he barely met, he feels like he's known her for a while. He wasn't sure how the rest of these eight hours were going to go, but if Patty was going to be along for the ride, he really had no reason to complain.
*still here? was this a good start? i hope it is, even though i already wrote another one of these stories. if you haven't read my first Breakfast Club fanfic, go check it out(The Emo). hope you guys liked this first chapter and stay tuned for the rest. this should be fun. :D*