A Prostitute's Client

A/N: Hello people! I'm back with something new, I recently re-watched the Breakfast Club was brilliant as always. Thought I'd try something new and write an M rated fic, hope everyone enjoys the first chapter!

Saturday, March 24, 1984

Shermer High School

Shermer, Illinois. 60062.

Dear Mr. Vernon,

We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did was wrong.

But we think you're crazy enough to make us write an 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, the most convenient definitions.

You see us as a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess, a drop-out and a criminal.

Correct?

That's the way we saw each other at 7:00 this morning. We were brainwashed.

Intro

Frost settled on the empty sports fields and running tracks of Shermer High bringing a quiet and undisturbed peacefulness to the grounds. Deserted bleachers had a thin layer of frosty paint, making them appear brand new. A gentle mist swept over the grounds giving everything a dreamlike quality. Shermer High School stood in the middle of the grounds looking every bit like a monster about to pounce; there would never be enough frost or mist to beautify the ugly, twisted mass of concrete.

It's grey front face and barred windows made it appear to be grinning maliciously, daring someone to approach. The worn down steps covered in a thin sheen of black ice ready to throw an innocent student to the ground.

A brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess, a drop-out and a criminal sauntered, strutted or slouched their way to a Saturday detention.

Ame

Ame Westfield swaggered across the sports fields, dressed in far too little for this time of year, kicking at frost and running her hands along the frozen bleachers. Picking unconsciously at her nail varnish and wishing her boss had let her off work earlier so she could have changed out of her work uniform. Not for the first time she regretted taking another late shift in favour of making a bit of extra cash.

Having made her way to the front of the school, she pulled out a cigarette and reflected on why she was going to this detention in the first place. Someone had finally noticed her attendance, which stood at a school record low of 29.5%. She was almost proud. Dick- Mr Vernon hadn't hesitated to remind her that graduation was on the horizon and she would most likely be retaking this year with the other 'wastoids'

Oh the joy.

Looking around she noticed there were no other students. Early for once and at school for the first time in months. Except for the occasional art class, the one class she cared about enough to turn up for. The fact that she turned up at all for this detention was a miracle. She'd probably just use this time to catch up on sleep or observe the other people in the room.

Why did I even bother? She thoughtfrustrated with herself. Of course she knew the answer but was annoyed at herself for it. Her none- existent school career meant she had no friends her age and as much as it pissed her off to admit it she would have enjoyed the company. Emotional ties be damned. Maybe throwing herself into the middle of a group of other teens in the same situation as herself would ensure she made some friends, or at least had some people to talk to whenever she did show her face at school.

Stewing over this revelation, Ame sat, breathing in the sharp morning air and waited outside the dragon's lair.

Soooo... how was that? This time round I have actually planned this story out and so hopefully I won't lose steel 3 or 4 chapters in like I have with other fics! Give me a review or like, till next week Stele.