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The Last Thing I Needed…….
Chapter 1
Getting to Know You.
John Bender picked his head up off the desk and moaned. " 2:55," he thought. "Will this fucking day ever end?" He returned is uncombed head to its usual place on the woodtop desk in the library. "This Saturday bullshit is getting old fast," he mused to himself. And even once this day was over, he had another six Saturdays to think about her. What was it about that broad? Why could he not shake the smell of what he was sure was very expensive perfume from his nostrils? If a week's worth of cigarettes hadn't done the trick, he was sure nothing would. He shook his head and half-smiled to himself. None of the assortment of half-dozen losers and reefer-heads was nearly one-tenth as cool as any of the four kids he had met last week. It had been a struggle this past week, Bender admitted to himself as he reached and felt the small plastic baggie in his oversized flannel shirt pocket. No one, not even Brian, had quite known what to say to one another in the halls that first week. "Hell," Bender observed, "I haven't even seen more than two of us at a time all week this week." It was true. Only Andy and Allison had dared to spend more than congenial small-talk time in the halls this week. He and Claire had had several rendezvous before, during, and after school, but nothing had been made official. That would change tonight, however. The entire group, the whole "Breakfast Club," would be going to see a movie at the Shermer Cinema 10. Bender wanted the other four of them to live a night in his shoes and sneak in the back door, but Claire had insisted on paying for everyone. "That stupid broad," Bender thought with a smile on her face, "that's ok, at least I still don't have to pay for either one of us." He snickered out loud at the idea of him, John fucking Bender, showing up at Claire's door, shaking her dad's hand, being invited in, and sitting on the couch watching the Cubs game with the family until Claire came frantically downstairs to be whisked away in his car. And yet, in a part of his mind he didn't normally go to, he wished he could be that guy. Yeah, it was fun being the kid that everyone in the school feared and steered clear of, but as many drugs, girls, and booze that he could be around, it didn't fill the hole inside him anymore. Not like when he was around her. He loved it, and simultaneously, he hated it.
"2:57," he thought, "One more hour…………."
Claire Standish was NOT having a good day. She woke up an hour late to baby-sit the Hall kids next door, earning her the ire of the already antsy Mrs. Hall. However, it was painfully obvious to all parties involved that her mind was clearly not on childcare or making money. Her mind, in fact, was on John Bender. How on earth had she gotten herself into this situation? Just a week ago, she was perfectly content to play the princess, caring little or non for those around her. Now, just seven days later, she had found herself in the middle of one of the most…..bizarre situations she'd ever been involved in. It blew the mind, really.
Her hellish day at the Hall's finally over, Claire frantically rushed over to her house to begin getting ready for her big night. She would be meeting John at the school (he had insisted), and they would pick up Brian before meeting Allison and Andy at the theatre. "We REALLY need to find Brian a girl," Claire mused to herself. She was brought back to reality by the tugging of her hair by the brush she was currently running through it. "Oww," Claire screamed. "Fucking tangles!" She put the brush down and took a deep breath. "you're better than this." Claire reminded herself. She sighed. This was most decidedly the last thing she needed………..