I am a HUGE fan of The Breakfast Club, and so I decided to write a fan-fic.

Disclaimer: I do not own the wonderful characters, just the plot.

~paperbackwriter9


After Detention


My father didn't say a word in the car. As we drove I stared out the window, thinking about John. Then my father interrupted my thoughts, "So, you survived?" I nodded yes and kept staring out the window. "Listen Claire, while you were in detention, your mother and I got into a fight." I did not want to hear this.

"Dad, I think it's better if I didn't know," I felt my eyes prick with tears.

"We are getting a divorce." The word was heavy and screamed loudly in my ears. How could he just spit it out like that with no thought at all? All I could suddenly think of was how I had felt sorry for kids with parents that were split up, but never did I think it would happen to me.

"Your mother has been... having.... seeing someone else for a- awhile," my father said awkwardly and my tears went over. "I know this is hard, but we will deal-"

"Stop," I whispered and I stared at my reflection in the window.

"I'll buy you anything you want, a car? Clothes? Claire?" So this was my family, rich and buying gifts to bury the sadness and guilt that came with our issues. I would never be like them.

"No, just stop," I said harshly and my father turned up the music on the stereo.


I slammed the car door and rushed up to my bedroom. This could not be happening; I knew they fought, but divorce? Affairs? We sounded like a fucking sitcom!

Tears over flowed and spilled across my cheeks. I looked at the pictures of us on my desk and turned them around. I certainly did not want our smiling faces glaring at me in my sleep.

Then I jumped on my bed and cried into the pink and blue pillows. A knock on my door and a voice calmed me down. "Claire, sweetie, can I come in?" It was my cheating, lying, mother. I didn't answer and she walked in slowly, taking in my crazed look.

"I know this is hard, but please understand this is what is best for the family. Your brother knows already… and just think, I might have a chance to be truly happy." I scoffed and she sighed, brushing hair out of my eyes. "Your father and I love you very much, don't forget, we just don't love each other that way anymore."

"I understand," I spit out at her and she stood.

"I am so sorry sweetheart, but this is the way things have to be," and she left. The pain and hurt I felt washed through me again and again. It was no fair! My brother could live in his own house, and away from my screwed up parents.

After awhile, I calmed down, and let sleep clear my mind for the night.


My father pulled up in the back of the school, and dropped me off without a goodbye or anything. I made sure I slammed the door so he would get the message that he had pissed me off. My parents, who needs them, defiantly not me.

As I walked through the parking lot, I saw a junkie black car pull up a few lanes ahead of me. Out of the car came Jason, Chris, Mike, and then John.

John!

My stomach filled with butterflies as I saw him walk around the car in his infamous boots, jeans, and denim jacket. I hadn't thought about him since the news of the divorce, and it felt nice to change my thoughts from anger to something happier. When he smiled, I felt my heart jump, and I forced myself to keep walking the same way. After all, this was school, had I not planned to run into him again?

Suddenly, an emotion I could not describe washed over me all at once. All I knew was that I wanted to spend the rest of the day talking to John, and not my friends. The conversations I could remember seemed so shallow, so obscene, and I could not stand to listen to their talk all day today.

Did I want to be like them forever?

If John could change the outlook on my life in one day, I had a right to have butterflies when I saw him. The urge to talk to him grew as I got closer and closer. As I kept walking, all I kept thinking was turn around, and then I also didn't want him to see me. What was wrong with me?

"Yo Bender! Party at my place on Friday night, all the hot chicks are going to be there," Jason yelled from across the lot. I froze as I saw him smile and then look behind him. My reaction told me to walk past and brush him off like I normally would do, but I couldn't.

John just smiled and looked only at me, "No thanks Jason, I have already have a date," and he looked at me and winked, and then walked over to his friend.

What just happened?

Somehow the Claire that I was, was no more.


Jennifer's locker slammed and I jumped slightly. "Claire what is wrong with you?" She eyed me and I shook my head. "Well, you will never guess what happened Saturday night," she droned on, "Michael, you know that football player? He asked me out! I could not believe it!" As she talked, thoughts of my tragic family, and John mixed together started to cause my head to pound. The perfume she was wearing was suddenly too over powering, and I felt like choking.

"Claire, you look pale," she said. "If your going to be sick… well just don't throw up here, you'll embarrass me," and she turned on her heels and left. The crowded hallway, and laughter, and smells made my head swim. People suddenly where appearing in twos, and I felt weak. Snap out of it, I told myself. But the pounding in my head didn't disappear.

The bell rang, and it sounded like it was screaming at me. "Hi Claire," I kept hearing as people walked to their classes. Stop! I begged and my knees felt weak.

Then suddenly, there was no one. The bell rang again, and the hallway was clear. "Finally," I said, and headed toward my locker. But as I took a step, the room spun and it felt to hot. My skirt felt like iron and the blouse I was wearing felt like lead. I sat down on the dirty floor, and waited until I could breathe.

"What is a princess like you doing on that filthy floor?" The voice was none other then John, and I smiled weakly.


As I looked up at him, I saw two of him and the room spun again. "John-" But I couldn't finish and he pulled me to my feet. "I think I'm going to be sick," and instead of pushing me away like my so called friend had, he guided me out to the parking lot and by his black car.

As soon as the fresh air hit my face I felt better at once. We were silent for about five minutes, as I sat on the back of his car, feeling the pressure in my head disappear. "Thanks, I feel better now," and I got down off the car. He was leaning against the side and stared at the ground.

"Oh fuck it," he whispered to himself. Then, "Wait," he said out loud to me, "come here," and I obeyed. I stood in front of him and wished he would kiss me. "What if we just ditched the whole day?" Finally, his eyes met mine and he smiled.

"What?" I asked stupidly. I was drained of energy since I had got no sleep last night worrying about my parents.

"Ditch, it's something that may not be familiar to your kind-"

"I know what ditching is, and I don't have a kind," and I rolled my eyes. Suddenly he grabbed my waist and pulled me to him. My heart beat faster and I almost stopped breathing. But I did notice that the smell of cigarette smoke was no where on his breathe.

"Then let's do it. I remember you saying that you weren't that pristine, am I right Cherry?" And he smiled, knowing that I was going to give in.

"Fine," I said and smiled. He stared at my lips and I suddenly froze, wanting him to kiss me so badly. John looked back up at me and smiled.

"You'll get to taste my lips later, get in," and the red on my cheeks grew, and I knew that today was going to be different. Maybe I needed different in my screwed up life.


Where are they going?

What will happen?

Chapter 2 soon!

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