Hey guys!

It's been a really long time since I've posted anything on here, but I decided to take a break in studying for exams and return to my writing roots.

I've received the most amazing feedback from people on here about my Breakfast Club fics, so I decided to start writing another one and see where it takes me.

There will hopefully be more chapters to come, but it might be a little while, because of exams, like I said.

I do not own 'The Breakfast Club'; the characters are not my own but belong to John Hughes. I own nothing.

I hope you enjoy, guys!

I'm looking forward to writing more.

~ RavenclawCookie


"You love that guy, don't you?"

Allison Reynolds was jerked suddenly from her reverie from the husky tones of John Bender as she sat, perched on one of the cafeteria seats.

It had been a month since that Saturday; that one Saturday that had turned Allison's entire world upside down. She'd only attended the seven-hour detention for something to do; never had she thought it would be the she would fall head over heels in love.

She and the school's resident criminal, Bender had formed something of an alliance since returning to school. Since she had no social group she belonged to, Bender had welcomed her into hers with open arms. It had been a little daunting at first, but she had soon grown accustomed to the haze of smoke and headache-inducing drone of thrash metal tapes.

Something in Bender had snapped when Claire had fiercely rejected the possibility of the five of them ever being friends outside of school, and Allison supposed he enjoyed seeing the look of shock on her face when he and Allison passed her in the hall, side-by-side.

Of course, there was nothing romantic between Allison and Bender. Not only did neither of them want it, but it just wasn't the way they worked. If anything, Allison saw Bender as a brother-figure. A surrogate for the sibling she never had. He knew she liked to be quiet; so he didn't force a conversation out of her when he noticed her looking sullen and withdrawn. And she didn't mind listening to his animated rants about his father, and watching his energetic impressions of Jimmy Hendrix on air guitar. They just let each other exist and seemed to help each other along the way. They saw each other as a way to breathe, and a way to hold on to the hopes that came with that fateful Saturday.

"What are you talking about?" Allison snapped, her heavily-pencilled eyes moving to rest on Bender's knowing expression with an unnerving stare.

"Andy,"

Allison's heart did a funny jolt at the sound of his name. She remembered the kiss. He hadn't spoken to her since, but she still had his jacket hung on the handle of her wardrobe at home. Her gaze flickered and fell, giving the game away instantly.

"I knew it," Bender smirked, leaning across the table, a few stray locks of chestnut hair falling just beside his eyes. "I always knew you'd fall for a guy in tights,"

Allison gave him a sharp look, but she couldn't help the small smirk that formed at the edges of her lips, pursed in the effort to stop it. "Well you love Claire!" She snapped, grinning triumphantly when the lights of laughter went out in Bender's eyes.

"That bitch? We kissed, so what," He shrugged nonchalantly, crossing his arms and tossing his head back as he came to rest against the back of the chair.

"Yeah..." Allison said, her dark eyes gleaming at him smugly from beneath her heavy bangs.

"Yeah... and that doesn't mean I'm in love with her," Bender said, rolling his eyes and tossing his head back, showing as little care as possible.

"Right, whatever you say," Allison giggled, returning to her sketch pad after many minutes of distraction, her hand dancing across the page as she applied the finishing touches to her masterpiece.

"Laugh all you want. It's the truth," Bender said stubbornly, narrowing his eyes at her across the table.

The bell sounded for lunch and the two of them uttered a fond farewell, before splitting off in different directions. Allison's feet dragged her to English class of her own accord, whilst Bender ambled towards the lockers. He had decided to skip again.


Allison was gazing dreamily at the boy sat a few seats across from her class, her stare cutting in a diagonal glare across the class. His golden hair was brushed neatly into its usual style, cropped just below his ears and swept back from his face.

Andrew Clark.

The teacher droned on, and Allison barely heard a word. If she didn't start snapping out of these little daydreaming sessions soon, her grades would start to plummet. But she couldn't help it... Every time she looked at him, her stomach gave a flutter and a pang, reminding her of the delicate kiss he had planted on her lips...

It had only been a month ago... mere weeks! And yet every time they passed one another or their eyes clashed in a hasty glance across the corridor, he quickly moved on, as if he couldn't let himself steel a glance in fear of the memory. The memory that Allison clung to like a small child clings to their mother when frightened.

The bell rang and Allison was jerked from her daydream, blanching violently at the shrill sound announcing that it was time for lunch. She watched distractedly as Andy packed up his things and swept from the room, his electric-blue jacket burning her eyes as she slowly began to do the same.


"You'll never guess what," Bender was grinning brightly as he caught up with Allison on the way to the cafeteria, slowing from his slight jog as he fell into step beside her.

"What?" Allison's reply was more like a grunt. She still couldn't get Andy off her mind.

"A girl in class came over and dropped me her number," Bender threw back his head triumphantly, his coffee-coloured bangs falling back from his eyes. He flashed the small scrap of paper in Allison's face. "Looks like I'm one lucky guy, huh?"

Allison took the crumpled note in her hands; her eyes were met by a neat row of numbers written in a particularly girly shade of purple, the line ending with a precisely-drawn heart, for effect.

Seems like this girl was a sucker for Bender, whoever she was.

"Her name's Emma," He snatched the note back from Allison and tucked it safely inside his jacket, patting the pocket where it was now kept.

The two strode towards the cafeteria and took up their usual seats beside the window. A few of Bender's heavy metal buddies ambled over, and Bender greeted them with an impassive nod. "

"Want a soda?" Bender offered, raising his cedar eyebrows at a rather forlorn Allison. She was prodding at her food idly, the plastic fork swirling the poorly-made pasta round the container.

It was clear that Andy had returned to her thoughts. Allison looked up at Bender's words and shook her head softly.

"Yeah you do, come on, I'll go get you one," Bender said, rising from his seat and bounding off to the machine before she could protest.

It seemed Bender was already moving on; running away from his feelings for Claire and into the arms of another girl, simply because he could.

But Allison couldn't pretend she wanted anyone else; she wanted Andy and Andy alone. He was the one she couldn't get off her mind; she remembered their kiss as clearly and perfectly as if it were only yesterday, and burying her feelings for him was futile.

But maybe it would get easier?

Allison hoped so. She didn't want to feel like this anymore; not when she knew their was no hope of she and Andy ever getting together for real.

Bender returned, setting her can of Cola down in front of her with a soft 'thunk!'. "Drink up!" He instructed, cracking open his own can and taking a large swig.

Allison sipped from her can feebly; she wished she was like Bender.

She wished she could forget.


I hope to write more soon guys, but for now, thanks for reading and leave a review if you can! I want to see what you think!

~ RavenclawCookie