A/N: This fic is a tribute to my all-time favorite movie, The Breakfast Club! You don't need to have seen it to understand the story, but it's a great movie! It was one of the biggest hits of the 80's (which means your parents have probably seen it) and many consider it to be the greatest high school-teen film of all time. Now, I hate to ruin this legendary masterpiece with a Clique-fic, but hey, Victorious copied it, so why not? And it's a TRIBUTE, not a remake!

I've been playing with this idea for a while now...mostly because I sooo wish something like this would happen to Massie. She needs to get out of her Pretty Committee comfort zone and open up to others who may have different stereotypes, and realize that she has more in common with them than she would think.

Disclaimer: Don't own The Clique or The Breakfast Club.

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Massie Block snapped her gold Chanel compact shut and sighed, pouting at her reflection in the tinted windows of her family's Range Rover.

"Gawd, I can't believe I got detention on a Saturday! Now I have to spend all day in the freaking library!" Massie whined from the backseat.

"Well, you did skip class to go shopping…" Isaac, the family driver, cleared his throat and reminded her.

"Puh-lease." Massie scoffed. "Alicia went with me and she got off scratch-free! Her teacher didn't even notice! My teacher's just a major bitch."

"Watch the language," Isaac chided.

"Whatever," Massie muttered. "You're taking me to Galwaugh Farms after this torture is over, right? So I can ride Brownie?"

"If you want, of course." Isaac answered calmly.

Massie groaned as the Range Rover rolled closer to the double doors of her hellhole of a high school. Suddenly, a boy with a long tan trench coat and dark hair peeking out of a disgusting yellow ski cap stepped right into their path and continued swaggering toward the school leisurely as if he hadn't seen the car coming. Isaac slammed on the brakes and honked the horn in frustration.

"Kids these days," he growled.

Massie shook her head in annoyance. She was just applying another coat of mascara, too. She knew it was only detention, but she hadn't forgotten her number one Cosmo rule: Always look your best; you never know who you're going to run into. Now the lashes on her left eye were all clumpy. She quickly began separating them with an eyelash brush and squinted at the door. She had never seen that kid before. Sure, he may not have seen the car with those oh-so-badass motorcycle shades covering his eyes, but he could've at least checked. What a douche.

After her lashes were clump-free and her reflection looked fresh and flawless, Massie got out of the car and thanked Issac for the ride.

"See you at six!" he called as he drove off.

When Massie got to the library, she saw the boy with the trench coat sitting near the back, his combat boot-clad feet propped up on the rectangular table in front of him. There were six tables, in two rows of three. Sitting at one of the back tables, he had taken off the ski cap and sunglasses and was giving her a blatant stare as she walked in. His crossed arms, raised eyebrow and tight lips sent a nervous shiver down her spine.

She quickly sat down at a table in the front, as far away from him as possible. There was something about him that just made her uneasy. She had gotten used to guys staring at her—now that she was in high school, she had grown three inches and one whole cup size. And her wardrobe was now even more ah-mazing. But this wasn't like the wide-eyed innocent stares of desire she got from the nerds, or even the playful smirks and "I'd hit that" looks she got from the popular boys. This was something else entirely. It was a deliberate, unashamed stare. He hadn't looked down even when she looked at him. It looked like curiosity mixed with some resentment—although Massie had no idea why. Hell, she'd never even met the kid!

It wasn't just his burnout bad-boy look that made him intimidating—okay, it was. But he also looked older than her, which was probably why she didn't know him. He had to be at least a sophomore. Maybe junior?

"So, Massie Block, what brings you to this neck of the woods?" His rough voice suddenly boomed from the back, nearly giving Massie a heart attack as she fought the urge to gasp in shock.

She turned around slowly in her seat, stomach feeling queasier by the second.

"How do you know my name?" she tried to sound tough, but the question came out with a squeak.

He smirked and gestured to one of the posters she had put up in the front of the library. This one was had a photo of her and read "WANT YOUR HOMECOMING TO ROCK? VOTE FOR THE BLOCK!" in glittery letters.

Massie sighed, somewhat relieved that he hadn't been stalking her. And relieved that the posters were making her more well-known. Ever since she decided to run for homecoming queen (a bold move, considering the fact that the popular upperclassmen girls were running as well), she knew she needed to take her popularity up a notch. So she gently ordered the Pretty Committee to make as many flashy posters as they could with clever sayings like "WANT SOMEONE CLASSY? VOTE FOR MASSIE!" and "KNOW WHAT'S A DREAM? MASSIE AS OUR HOMECOMING QUEEN!" She'd been hoping to grab the attention of upperclassmen who didn't know her, and it was working!

"You're infamous!" he smirked again, shaking his head. "It's kinda hard to miss those!"

Wait, infamous? As in notorious? Popular in a bad way? What the hell, was he already insulting her? He didn't even know her! Massie fumed.

Well, maybe he thought infamous and famous meant the same thing…Massie decided to let it slide—for now.

"Well, if you must know, I'm here for the same reason you are. I got detention." Massie rolled her eyes and turned back around in her seat.

She heard him belt out a loud laugh and smack the table.

"HA! What'd ya do, get caught skipping class to go shopping? Bags couldn't fit in your locker?"

Massie turned scarlet, feeling glad he couldn't see her face. He was now deliberately mocking her. What was worse was the fact that he was dead on. She was tempted to retort back with one of her snappy comebacks, but she had been trying to be nice to everyone lately, hoping to get more votes for homecoming queen. He probably wasn't even voting, but if she pissed him off, he might just vote against her on purpose. Plus, she just wanted this conversation to end.

She sat and waited for Principal Riker to show up to keep an eye on them, and hopefully some other people. She cringed at the thought of having to spend the entire day with this dickhead—alone. Please show up people, please show up…

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A/N: What did you guys think? Please review! I need to know if this story is worth continuing!

PS: I had to make up a rebel character, since I don't think any of Lisi's characters could pull off the loudmouth, swaggering and charismatic bad boy John Bender from The Breakfast Club. When I write this, I'm picturing the character from the movie, but you can picture any bad boy you want. Ian Somerhalder, Daren Kagasoff, a tougher-looking version of Avan Jogia or Devon Bosick would also be good options if you need a mental image. :)