"I Hate Mondays"
a/n: Just a continuation of the movie. I don't own the Breakfast Club, obviously.
Monday-Claire's POV.
I adjusted the strap of by bag as I walked up the steps to Shermer High. Looking at it reminded me of last Saturday. What would I say to John? None of my friends would like him, that was a given, but what would I do? If he came up to me, I couldn't just pretend I hated him again, that would be very bitchy, he had even said it himself. I saw Brian walk up the steps to my right. He didn't even look up. Great. So now he was even going back on his word too. He was walking with another one of his dweebie friends. Wait, I shouldn't say that, one of his 'strangely brilliant acquaintances'. I had reached the top of the steps now. With my head down, I walked in, hoping that if John were there, he wouldn't notice me. Jogging to my locker, I reached into my bag and pulled out a lipstick. I swiped it onto my lips quickly and met up with Stacy my 'best friend'.
"Ugh, Claire" She said as soon as I looked up.
"Hey Stacy, it's nice to see you too." She smiled coyly.
"No, I mean, Ugh, Claire, you're lipstick. It's brown for Christ's Sake." My eyes grew wide and I dug around my purse for a mirror. When I found one, I took one look at myself.
"Shit!" I said under my breath, and tried desperately to rub it off with a Kleenex. Stacy giggled, flipping her super-straight blonde hair over her shoulder. I opened my locker, burying my head inside as I got my books.
"Claire, do you have a pimple or something? Cuz your hiding your face whenever you're not talking." I made a face and looked her straight in the eye. "Ok, ok, no pimple. Just asking." She corrected herself. I slammed my locker door shut and turned around, shrieking as I saw someone's body cornering me. I caught my breath and sighed as I saw John Bender's smiling face three inches from mine.
"Cl-aire." He said my name in two syllables, his arms on either side of me.
"Get away from her, faggot" Stacy cut it, slapping his arms.
"I'd like to see you try and make me, Barbie Doll." He said in his drawling voice.
"Dammit Bender, move!" I said a little more agitated than I had wanted to sound and pushed my way around him. I left Stacy there and rounded the corner as fast as I could. I slammed front first into Allison, that basket case from detention. She hadn't kept my makeover it seemed. Her eyes were brimmed with black and she had her oily hair back in a pony-tail. God, didn't she ever take a shower? I mumbled an apology and picked up my books, and fast. Before Allison could so much as say my name, I had left, off to my first class of the day.
a/n: Just a continuation of the movie. I don't own the Breakfast Club, obviously.
Monday-Claire's POV.
I adjusted the strap of by bag as I walked up the steps to Shermer High. Looking at it reminded me of last Saturday. What would I say to John? None of my friends would like him, that was a given, but what would I do? If he came up to me, I couldn't just pretend I hated him again, that would be very bitchy, he had even said it himself. I saw Brian walk up the steps to my right. He didn't even look up. Great. So now he was even going back on his word too. He was walking with another one of his dweebie friends. Wait, I shouldn't say that, one of his 'strangely brilliant acquaintances'. I had reached the top of the steps now. With my head down, I walked in, hoping that if John were there, he wouldn't notice me. Jogging to my locker, I reached into my bag and pulled out a lipstick. I swiped it onto my lips quickly and met up with Stacy my 'best friend'.
"Ugh, Claire" She said as soon as I looked up.
"Hey Stacy, it's nice to see you too." She smiled coyly.
"No, I mean, Ugh, Claire, you're lipstick. It's brown for Christ's Sake." My eyes grew wide and I dug around my purse for a mirror. When I found one, I took one look at myself.
"Shit!" I said under my breath, and tried desperately to rub it off with a Kleenex. Stacy giggled, flipping her super-straight blonde hair over her shoulder. I opened my locker, burying my head inside as I got my books.
"Claire, do you have a pimple or something? Cuz your hiding your face whenever you're not talking." I made a face and looked her straight in the eye. "Ok, ok, no pimple. Just asking." She corrected herself. I slammed my locker door shut and turned around, shrieking as I saw someone's body cornering me. I caught my breath and sighed as I saw John Bender's smiling face three inches from mine.
"Cl-aire." He said my name in two syllables, his arms on either side of me.
"Get away from her, faggot" Stacy cut it, slapping his arms.
"I'd like to see you try and make me, Barbie Doll." He said in his drawling voice.
"Dammit Bender, move!" I said a little more agitated than I had wanted to sound and pushed my way around him. I left Stacy there and rounded the corner as fast as I could. I slammed front first into Allison, that basket case from detention. She hadn't kept my makeover it seemed. Her eyes were brimmed with black and she had her oily hair back in a pony-tail. God, didn't she ever take a shower? I mumbled an apology and picked up my books, and fast. Before Allison could so much as say my name, I had left, off to my first class of the day.