Breakfast Club Fan Fic

Going to take you apart
I'll put us back together at heart

Chapter 1

Monday morning.

The day Claire had been waiting and dreading for had finally arrived. She was obviously apprehensive. Would she do what she had said during their heart to heart at the library, would she walk past the people she now regarded as friends? And Claire did see them as friends but there is a difference between talking at detention, where they were forced into a confined space, and in the open in front of everyone at school. In a parallel universe she would be best friends with Allison, Andy, Brian and John. Maybe even more than friends with a particular someone. But the reality was that this wasn't a parallel universe and Claire knew all too well what her present friends would think of her new friends. She couldn't blame them if any of them told them of their new fond respect for any of the Breakfast Club members she would, without hesitation, laugh out loud and refuse to believe their importance or even existance. Yet she had changed after that fatal Saturday, she opened her mind to new people and allowed them to hear her inner most thoughts. She felt closer to them in those small matter of hours than she ever had to people she thought were her closest friends. This was the dilemma Claire had been stressing over all Sunday. She wanted more than anything to prove herself and everyone else wrong, she really did, but there was her crippling fear of rejection. Then there was him, after all he did say they would never walk down the school corridors together but that was before their encounter in the closet. Who would make the first move? Would either of them? What would today bring? Just as she asked herself that for what felt like the thousandth time her father urged her to hurry up.

The car came to a standstill and Claire checked her appearance in the mirror one last time and straightened her clothes. She felt pretty in her new Ralph Lauren lace shirt, pearls and her favourite floral leggings. Yes she had made an effort but it made her feel no more confident. Biting the bullet she quickly kissed her father on the cheek and motioned towards the front entrance like she had done only two days ago although it felt like a life time. She rushed through the front doors, kept her head down and made her way towards her locker. Of course Amber and Naomi were already there touching up their lipstick. In truth Claire was tired of this same old boring routine where they would; check their make up, talk about the hottest most popular boys, bitch about all the girls, gossip about the latest dirt, chat about shopping and then check their appearance for the dozenth time. They weren't their own person they were the one person all rolled up into a prim, perfect, popular girl. However this brought security. Claire was liked by the boys and the envy of the girls – would her socialising with others jeopardise this? Once again she was interrupted in mid thought. First period. Just your regular lesson of chemistry but Claire forgot a certain someone had taken this class most probably because he was rarely on time for first class or made the effort to attend. Claire made herself comfortable when by some near miracle John Bender walked through the door all be it five minutes late. He was wearing his trench coat and signature boots but he had changed his shirt for a Led Zeppelin t-shirt. He was staring dead at her with that intense look and all she could do was look back her mouth ajar. He took a seat directly behind her. The dumbfounded look remained on her face, she was paralysed and didn't even notice Amber violently prodding her.

"Claire what the hell were you staring at him for?"

"I.....uh......" Claire tried to piece together the words but she was literally in shock. She had forgotten how he could make her speechless.

"Claire is there something you are not telling me? I mean seriously you acknowledged him. Do you like that loser?"

Amber kept on buzzing about how wrong John Bender was and how wrong it was to even look at him when Claire eventually snapped,

"What? Him? No of course not I have more dignity than that."

It had slipped out and Claire immediately gasped when she heard herself. She hadn't meant it but Amber was pressurising her and, and she was scared. Scared of what Amber and Naomi and everyone else would think. She slowly turned around to see his face, he tried to hide his hurt but it was obvious. She was a bitch just as John said and acted exactly as Brian predicted her control had crumbled in a matter of minutes. Turning back round she fought to hold the tears back – she had ruined it. He quickly up and left without a word of explanation to the teacher and slammed the door behind him.

Claire waited and waited for him to arrive at class the following days but he unsurprisingly never showed. She made the concious effort there after to talk to Brian, Ally and Andy and she felt the better for it. These were her friends and she wanted at the least to be that to John but he had been ignoring her and the others after her stupidity on Monday. Andy had tried to confront him but received a icy reception as did Brian and even Ally couldn't console him in her unique way. Claire wanted to explain and apologise but she wanted to do it properly and at an appropriate time.

The week dragged on and her friends began to accept her new friends or at least acknowledge that they were friends of Claire's. They were fine with Andy who was already popular and who Naomi had always had a crush on this making her even more dismissive of Allison. Claire was happy yet jealous of them, they had defeated the social barrier. Amber and Naomi even quite liked Brian he was good for those tricky geometry questions. Why didn't she just profess her feelings for John in the first place? Look at Andy and Allison, that could be her and John – it could.

And on Friday Claire gathered the strength to confront John. She knew where he hung out after all she had been building up the courage to do this all week. One foot in front of the other she made her way over to his crowd of friends. They dressed similar to him and the girls were of a similar punk fashion. Her heart was pounding. He didn't notice her approaching until she reached their spot and his friends started smirking and wolf whistling. John turned around slowly with a confused and annoyed expression. She looked in his eyes for comfort and she boldly asked him if they could talk in private. This was met with further mocking from the audience but his expression never changed. One boy with long straggly hair asked,

"I that your little girlfriend John?" whilst staring Claire up and was met by further similar squabbles. Then something escaped from John's lips that neither he nor Claire expected,

"Yeah right as if I would go for shit like that, polished shit is still shit"

John looked away instantly as he said it whilst Claire fought back tears of hatred and spoke through gritted teeth

"You hypocrite. I came here to apologise. You fucking bastard. I don't even know why I waste my breathon a jerk like you."

And with this she sharply turned and strode down the corridor until ought of sight.