Here it is, my first attempt at a Breakfast Club Fanfic, and what a fantastic story to start from! I own nothing except Jaynee Doe and her storyline. T'is all the work of another. Please R&R, especially if I get something wrong like the time frame or Americanisms. I hate when people write path instead of sidewalk or something similar, so if I do it please tell me. And if you like it please tell me too. This story is planned out in full, and I intend to post it up over the next few days.

Claire Standish stepped out of her father's BMW in the most miserable mood imaginable. She didn't even say goodbye to her father who had failed to get her out of detention for the second week in a row. She just glared at the car as it pulled off and stood for a few moments staring after it before trudging up the steps and into school.

The library was quiet. She was the first one there. Sighing heavily, she took off her coat and laid it across the back of a chair, put her bag down on the table in front of her and sat down, resting her chin on her hands. She closed her eyes and tried to shut out the rest of the world for a few moments before anyone else came in. After a few moments of silence, she heard footsteps nearing the door and looked up in time to see a guy and girl walk in hand in hand. She recognised the girl as Amy Wright, her friend Chloe's younger sister, but she had never spoken to her. Claire found the energy to smile at Amy, though she didn't really know why. She had already committed social suicide plenty of times that week, just by speaking to her friends Brian and Allison. The attention had been temporarily diverted from her own social treason however, when Andy Clarke had been seen kissing Allison right outside the student parking lot, which was a far grosser breach of unspoken contract than what Claire had done.

Another kid entered the library, looking hung over and pissed off. Claire recognised him as another student from the year below her, he was on the track team or something, she knew she had seen him in school training early before. All three of the students had taken seats at the back of the room, whereas Claire had sat in the same place as she had done last week. She glanced over her shoulder but the three of them were already engaged in some conversation or other. There had been a party last night that they all seemed to have been to, but she had yet again been grounded due to her new found love of detentions. Her head snapped round when she heard the unmistakable sound of lockers being rattled, followed by the heavy thud of boots on the tiled floor. She tried to set her face into it's most unreadable expression as John Bender paraded into the room like a whirl wind.

Fully prepared for a confrontation, Claire was surprised when he walked right past her to the back of the room. He walked to the back desks and hammered out a rhythm on the vacant one beside Amy Wright's boyfriend before leaping over the desk and causing her to squeal with fright. Claire turned around at the sound and finally locked eyes with Bender, who put a hand over his heart in feigned shock.

"Why Princess," He said, his eyes wide and his voice like melted butter, "I didn't see you there." He pulled out the chair that Andy had occupied the previous Saturday and spun it round, sitting down and straddling it. "And how are we this fine morning?"

Claire turned her nose up at him, "Drop dead Bender." She said, turning to face the front. He wasn't put off. He sat for a few moments, tapping his thumbs on the back of the chair and humming quietly to himself until she turned to face him again. "Would you knock it off?" She asked, not feeling in the mood for his games.

Bended gradually slowed his tapping down and eventually stopped. He sat silently, staring at his hands. Claire relaxed for a moment, but soon became suspicious of his silence. She kept glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, but he just sat there, completely still. Then, so suddenly that Claire almost felt herself fly up out of her seat, he stood up and slid the chair across the floor. He soon sat down again in the chair right next to Claire.

"Did you miss me Cherry?" He asked, smirking. Claire tried to think of something cutting to say, but she didn't do it quick enough. "Ah, I get it." He stepped in. "There are no words to describe how much."

"Don't flatter yourself." She said, shaking her head and slapping his hand away which had begun to stroke up and down her thigh. She was trying her best to stay mad at him, and the fact that he was being so annoying about it was actually helping. She hadn't forgotten that he was the reason she was in detention in the first place, but she couldn't help feeling a little stab of pain when she saw that the diamond she had given him was missing from his ear.

Every head flicked up once more as another set off footsteps were heard coming down the hallway. Female this time, because they could her the click-click of stilettos on the tiles. The door, that Bender had tactfully slammed behind him, opened and sure enough, a girl walked in.

She strutted across the front line of desks and chose one right at the far edge of the front row. Claire noticed how Bender's eyes followed the girl's denim clad ass all the way across the room. He was really, really helping her to be mad at him. The girl pulled out a chair and sat down heavily, putting her feet up on the desk in front of her and crossing them. Bender watched her for a couple of moments more and then turned his attention back to Claire who had, by now, perfected the exact level of hatred for her eyes to shoot at him. He grinned at her, and Mr Vernon walked in.

"Alright you kids." He said, taking in every one of them in a sweeping glance of the room, "I'm not in the mood for any funny business today, so for the next eight hours I want you sitting in those exact seats, you hear me? No one, not one of you, is to move. Understand?"

Claire's hand shot into the air, "Excuse me Mr Vernon, if that's the case, would it be possible for me to move to a different seat before we get started?" She asked, as she felt Bender's fingers brushing against her skin once more.

"No that would not be possible Miss Standish," Vernon said, glaring at her for questioning his instructions for the second week in a row. "If you are unhappy with the seating arrangement it will give you more of an incentive to behave yourself next week." He cleared his throat. "Miss Doe, would you kindly remove your feet from the desk please?" The girl in the front complied, "I had hoped after your absence last week that you had learned your lesson about conduct in school Miss Doe, but I see it was merely a temporary glitch in an otherwise untarnished record of arrogance. And take off those sunglasses." The girl raised her hand slowly in front of her face so that her middle finger was raised. She paused it there for a second before using it to push her heavy sunglasses onto the top of her head. Her eyes were locked on Vernon, and he looked uneasy.

"Excuse me Dick," Bender said, raising his hand, "Will we be getting the opportunity to write another essay this week? Because I enjoyed my time here so thoroughly last week that it seems a shame that Miss Doe didn't get to share in the exercise. I personally felt fulfilled at the end of last weeks detention."

"No Bender, this week you'll sit in that chair and do absolutely nothing. And if you decide to do anything, anything at all, then you'll be sitting in the closet and doing nothing."

"Oh, are you not using your closet this week Sir? Because I was to understand that you were yet to come out of it." Despite herself, Claire had to cover her mouth to hide a giggle and turn it into a cough. The girl on the front row quite openly laughed out loud.

"That's enough from you Miss Doe, and thanks to Mr Bender's friendly suggestion, you will now find yourself writing the essay that you missed out on last week. As for you Bender, you're treading on thin ice here, you hear me? Any more of this and you've had it at this school, or any school for that matter."

"Ooo, you're breakin' my heart."

"I mean it Bender, there are plenty of teachers who'd love a reason to kick you out," Vernon pointed at Bender, "And I'd be more than happy to show you the exit." Claire saw the girl in the front row cock her head toward the two of them, watching the scene with interest.

"I've seen the exit thank you Dick, it's my favourite part of this place."

"I'm warning you Bender." Vernon was still pointing at him, emphasising his every word with another stab of his finger, and it was digging into Bender's patience.

"Oh I hear ya Dick, loud and clear. Only it's hard for me to translate Bullshit, being as linguistically challenged as I am."

"Right that's it Bender, one more word and I'll-"

"What?"

Claire glanced between them, seeing the anger in Vernon's face and the rebellion in Bender's eyes, she hissed at him; "Cut it out!" Bender stayed locked in a glare with Vernon, his nostrils flaring. Claire couldn't be sure if he even heard her. Under the desk, she put her hand on his knee to try and calm him down. Mad as she was, she didn't want him to be thrown out of the library for good.

As soon as her hand touched brushed against the fabric of his jeans the look in his eyes changed. His gaze left Vernon and travelled down at the table, as if he could see through it to the scene underneath. Then he looked up at Claire and met her eyes properly for the first time. She looked serious, and was silently begging him to stay quiet.

"I mean it." His eyes snapped back to Vernon. "One more word and I'll have you out of this school. You'll never darken another detention hall again." Claire saw his hand ball into a fist underneath the table and moved her hand from his knee to cover it. "Come on Bender, just say the word. Any word, I'll have you out of here before you can say another." Vernon was provoking him, and every one in the room knew it. Claire squeezed his hand firmly, so that he turned to face her instead again. That was when he saw that she was still wearing that one diamond stud earring. Vernon was still ranting, but Bender couldn't hear him. He was mesmerised by the girl holding his hand under the table, and looked straight into her eyes, his frustration still evident. She didn't need to say anything, but her wide eyes and secret smile were enough. He took in that look for a tiny moment more, and turned his attention back to Vernon who had worked himself up until he was blue in the face. Bender just stared pleasantly at him and waited for him to finish. "Well?" He demanded at last, "I said, what do you have to say for yourself?"

The whole room seemed to hold it's breath. The girl in the front row sat bolt upright and stared at Claire, who caught her eye and then averted her gaze back to John.

"I'm very sorry." Bender said, solemnly. Vernon looked victorious for a split second before realising that he couldn't throw someone out of school for apologising.

"What did you say?"

"I said; I'm very sorry. Dick." Bender gritted his teeth slightly as he repeated it, but the glint of Claire's earring in the corner of his eye kept him calm. Vernon opened and closed his mouth for a few seconds before turning away, knowing he had been beaten. He turned to the girl on the front row who was staring open mouthed at Bender.

"Miss Doe, I expect one thousand words on who you think you are by the end of the day. The rest of you, keep your mouths shut." And at that, he strode out of the room, slamming the door to his office behind him that the janitor had neglected to fix.

An eerie silence descended on the room. Bender's eyes were still locked on the door, and Claire let go of his hand. The girl in the front row stood up and clicked over to Bender's desk, standing in front of him, forcing his eyes to notice her. His gaze travelled up her body to her face. Her mouth was still open.

"What-the-fuck?"

Whaddya think? I was cautious about adding an OC, but at least she's intriguing. R&R. PLEASE!