A/N: The Breakfast Club is like my most favourite movie ever and Claire is my favourite character omg. Anyway, drabbely type fic based on the Monday after. Clairecentric.

She hates it all. The way she has to be who her friends and her parents want to be. The way she has to be pretty and perfect all the fucking time.

And it really sucks because all she wants to do is to take out those diamond earrings and light up a cigarette.

But she can't because that's not what girls like Claire do.

Girls like Claire.

Fuck. Why can't she just be normal? Why did she always have to along with what others say? Why did she always have to let them make decisions for her? Why did she have to be friends with the people she hung out with, when she'd much rather be friends with a bunch of misfits from detention.

But no. That can't happen. Things don't work like that. She's supposed to socialize with the right people and sit at the right table. Date that right people and do the right things. And The Breakfast Club don't fall under any of those categories, much to Claire's dislike.

So when Monday comes, she doesn't go over and sit where she wants. She doesn't go and talk to Allison. She doesn't go over to Bender. She doesn't do anything like that.

Instead, she just sits at her usual table with her usual group, playing with her single diamond earring.