This is my first fan fic! So be nice if you can. :) And thanks to anybody who reads and reviews it. Appreciated :)

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the breakfast club or characters etc. Just the story...

Chapter one

Claire lay In her bed staring up at the celling. She hated feeling like this. She closed her eyes slowly hoping the tiredness and exhaustion would help her fall asleep. The phone rang on the side

"Hello" she said yawning

"come outside please" said a voice

"are you serious?" she moaned

"yes... please." She slammed the phone down and walked over to her window. Claire's bedroom was downstairs meaning her window was a great place to sneak out and escape. She spotted a familiar car as she rounded to the front of the house. That face. She wanted nothing more than to punch it at that moment.

He got out and looked at her sympathetically.

"I wanted to give you this since it's your birthday tomorrow" he said

"Look I don't want it. I don't care if I'm 18 tomorrow any more, you shouldn't of come." she said angrily

"Well either take it or I'll post it to you" he said with a cheeky hint in his voice.

"Fine" she said taking it off him and admiring the package closely. It was wrapped perfectly, and for someone like him even she was surprised. She looked up and him tears in her eyes.

"I have to go" she said simply. He opened his arms out as she fell into them. She didn't want to go, or move. She wanted to stay like this forever but only hours ago she had fell from that cloud and her world had broke around her, along with her heart. His smell and his familiar warmth made her tear up even more. She Broke away from him and walked.

"Claire" He said

"Yes John" she said not able to hold back a sob

"You know that I will never forget you or stop loving you right?" he asked

"Sure John" she said with a hint of sarcasm "I love you now but noooo, that's it isn't it your gone, I'm gone. You don't care you would rather save your reputation than what you feel huh? Well aren't you the hypocrite cause I'm pretty sure I was called a BITCH for what your doing now, and you know what, I didn't did I? I lost all my friends all because I began to say hello and include you people in my lives and I didn't care because there are a lot more important things in life that a 'reputation' such as love and friendships! And while there all there talking, spreading shit rumours around I'll be the one laughing when I do well in life and they are all sad and pathetic with nothing! She said angrily. John swallowed the lump that had formed in is throat not knowing what to say or do because... she was right. He hated her being right. And this time she had kicked him right in the balls. She walked away and all he could do was watch. He got back into his car and slammed his fist down on the steering wheel. "Your right Claire" he muttered sadly to himself. "I am the loser I guess".

She climbed back into her room and slumped down onto her bed burying her head into her pillow. No longer able to control the crying that had erupted from her. She looked up at the clock. It was 12.01am

"Happy birthday Claire" she said to herself sadly through tears. She looked at the package that she had thrown on the floor as she came in. She picked herself up, wiped away tears roughly and sat on the floor looking at it. She thought to herself 'should I burn it? Or open it? Not bother at all?' she stuck with the sensible option of not causing a fire and began unwrapping the paper. There was a simple green box with a white ribbon around it. She opened it slowly and tears began to well up in her eyes again. She remembered this from a Jewellery shop she and John had walked past on their first 'date' shall we say together.

Claire grinning stupidly and John looking the cool guy as he walked with his arm around her. She stopped and looked into the window admiring the ring. It was an engagement ring a simple silver band with one diamond set in the middle.

"Fancy buying me that John" she said laughing not in the slightest being serious.

"One day Claire" he said sarcastically and smiling. "When your my princess and you'll let me be your prince" he grinned.

"You are already" she said slapping him playfully on the arm.

"Well then princess Claire, how about we make our way for a banquet of pizza" he said bowing and offering his hand. She laughed and took his hand as they headed out for dinner.

She slipped the ring out of the box and onto her left ring finger and held her hand close to her chest as she broke down again wishing he was there to watch her open it and instead see pain see the happiness she would of felt if he was there. The phone rang and shook her out of her thoughts again of being happy and safe with him. She answered it trying to sound as happy as possible.

"Hellooo" she tried in a happy tone.

"Happy birthday Claire" said a voice cheerily

"Thanks Brian" she said her voice cracking

"Look, I know your not OK Claire" he said simply "Just talk to me if you want, you don't deserve to be like this. Not today, not on your 18th"

"Brian I can't" She said choking back tears "I just have to be alone, perhaps a good nights sleep will help" although she knew she was lying. Would she ever feel ok again she questioned in her head which was in bits anyway along with her heart.

"OK" he said defeated and sighing "But remember the remaining of us BC's love you" he said chuckling.

She laughed lightly as she remembered the nickname they had given the 'Breakfast Club'

"Yeah" she said "I sure hope so, goodnight Brian" she said as she put the phone down. She looked at the phone sadly but a little happier than before. At least someone cared she thought. She never thought her 18th would be like this. She always dreamt it'd be her the 'princess' surrounded by her 'friends' as they lavished her with expensive gifts along with her parents and a huge party to accompany it. But all that changed on March 24th 1984 when she met 4 people that turned her world around completely – A brain, an athlete, a basket case and a criminal. She realised how selfish she was and how she didn't want to ever end up like her parents. She realised she was just as good as these people were. She fell in love. And now even though she felt unhappy she knew what she had done was right and the people who were there were the people who really cared about her, and not about her wealth, looks or status.

She undressed and crawled into bed, admiring the ring on her finger in the moonlight before she drifted into dreams. Dreams of him and her happy together.

Claire Standish was broken.