Hey all! I know I'm working on a trillion things at once, but I couldn't help it! This idea's been stuck in my head for months! This is based loosely on The Breakfast Club, which if you didn't know, is an EPIC movie. Just saying.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the titans, and I don't own the breakfast club. Clear? But I do own a laptop on which I watch both of the mentioned :)
who's who (in case you don't know the titans real names):
Richard Grayson (Robin)
Kori Anders (Starfire)
Garfield Logan (Beastboy)
Victor Stone (Cyborg)
Rachel Roth (Raven)
Mr. Wilson (Slade)
A red convertable pulled up to the front of the school, in it a pair of sisters. "Well sis, I think this is your stop!" The older girl smirked down at the younger one.
"But... I should not be here! I did not do anything wrong! All I did was go shopping! I thought we had a day off of school!" The older girl laughed at her sister's naivety.
"Star, Star, must you be so silly?" The girl cringed at the nickname. "Obviously either you got your calendar mixed up, or you just really wanted to go to that sale! Shopping's fine, same with skipping school, but next time, don't be stupid enough to get caught. Later!" and with that, Koma Anders sped off, leaving the frustrated teen on the sidewalk leading up to the school. She sighed, walking inside. She didn't notice the boy across the street, smirking at her predicament.
The kid, who had jet black hair, and happened to be on the short side, walked accross to the school not bothering to stop for the car wizzing by. Instead, the driver of the car dead stopped, honking their horn at him. The kid smirked, and kept walking. Inside the car, another kid was being lectured.
"Garfield Logan, I swear! Do you even want to be accepted into a college? They don't want delinquents! They want good students with report cards filled with A's! Do you really think detention's going to get you into Harvard? Or Yale?" The boy sighed, running his olive skinned hand through his messy blond hair, green eyes watering over.
No... I didn't mean to-"
"To what? Be a FAILURE? That's all you're going to be, unless you figure out how NOT to get in trouble, and how TO do your math!"
"It's hard! Geometry's like, impossible!"
"Your father and I are genetic scientists, Gar! Do you really expect me to believe that you don't understand somthing like Geometry? You need to try harder! Try to figure it out by the time I pick you up!"
"We're not allowed to study- were supposed to just sit there or somthing."
"I don't care! Now go!" The boy sighed, and walked up the stairs. A girl wearing a black hoodie and jeans followed not far behind. Another car came up, with father and son.
"How could you be so stupid? I mean, in addition to the detention, your grades are slipping! You trying to get yourself kicked off the team?"
"No sir."
"Listen Vic, I know pranks are fun to play on those weaklings and all, but you can do all of those AFTER we get to the championship. and WIN. Got it?"
"Yes sir."
"Good. Now go, you're going to be late." The tall boy walked up the stairs, into the school. He made his way down the hall, and into the detention room. A few other kids were in the room, and he sat next to the red head, recognising her as Kori Anders, co-captain of the cheerleading squad. Better her than one of the freaks. She was fine sitting with him, recognising him from the football team. Neither were the shallow type, but they wanted to sit with someone they found familiar, that they could trust. Not a juvenille delinquet.
"You must be Mr. Stone then?" asked a voice standing in the corner. Vic looked up, and immediately wished he hadn't. In front of him was the creepiest teacher in the school, the one eyed Mr. Wilson.
"Uh... yes sir."
"I trust I won't be seeing you here again any time soon? I would hate for you not to be able to attend the final football games of the season..." He resisted rolling his eyes, and looked at the other people stuck with him. There was some dorky kid sitting directly across the isle from him, probably one of those brainiacs, he decided. In the third and farthest row, on the same side as the brain, a girl with a hooded sweatshirt covering most of her face was recognised as the antisocial goth, Rachel Roth. She was reading from a thick book, and as if sensing his presence, looked up to meet his stare, before going back to her book.
A minute later, a kid walked into the room going to the back row accross from Rachel, putting his feet up on the chair next to him. "Nice of you to finaly show up, Mr. Grayson."
"Sup, Pirate Man?"
Slade Wilson glared at the boy. "What was it this time? Cutting class? Getting high? A fight? Doing drugs?"
"I failed my french mid-term actually. Have some faith in me will ya?"
"Doesn't matter, you're a failure anyway. I bet your parents are sooooo proud of you," he said with a smirk. Richard glared at the man.
"Don't you mention my parents!"
"Will you stop calling out, or will I have to give you another detention?" Mr. Wilson asked, mockingly. He then turned from the glaring student to adress the rest of the class. While his back was turned, Richard gave him the finger.
"There will be no talking, and no getting out of your seats. You may only eat when it is time for lunch." he walked over to Richard, moving the chair his feet were on. "There will be no sleeping, and you all will be writing an essay on why you're here, and who you think you are as a person. No less than a thousand words. He got in the black haired boy's face. And that does not mean write 'fuck you' five hundred times, am I clear, Mr. Grayson?"
He rolled his eyes, and put his feet up on the table. "Crystal."
"Good." Slade looked around, single eye narrowing. "Any questions?"
"Yea, Pirate Man," Richard's hand was raised. "Does Jonny Depp know you've been raiding his closet?" His fellow prisoners snickered, as Slade glared at him.
"Hopefully you have no other plans next weekend, because you just earned yourself another detention!"
"Oh, joy!" he rolled his eyes.
"I will be across the hallway, so don't expect to get away with any monkey business." he closed the door, not noticing the five kids glaring at him. Once he left, Vic and Kori started talking.
"So... how'd you get in here?" The girl blushed, looking down at the floor.
"I accidentally skipped school to go shopping." there was a muffled laugh from the back of the room, which was coming from Richard's direction. She sent a confused look at the boy. "What are you laughing about?"
"The fact that you 'accidentaly' skipped school. What are you gonna say next, that the looser next to you got caught 'accidentaly' drinking beer?" in a sing songy voice he imitated the ticked off jock. "Oh, I'm sorry Mr. Rent-a-friggin-school-cop, I thought it was rootbeer!" Vic growled.
"It's ok, that idiot's just trying to get a reaction from you." anounced the dork next to him. "I'm Garfield, by the way." Again, a chorus of snickers came from the back of the room.
"Garfield? What kind of fucking name is that supposed to be? Who do you think you are, anyway? Catman?"
"Oh shut up!" Garfield yelled back. "Like your name's any better, Dick." Vic smirked.
"Your name's Dick? And I thought his name was bad!" he said, pointing at Garfield.
"That's cause it is. My real name's Richard. My parents named me. Got a problem with that?" Kori noticed that the strange boy got rather defensive whenever his parents were mentioned. Strange...
"And who else is gonna be naming you? Your cat?" asked Vic.
"Shut up! I don't have a frikin cat! I bet the dork next to you does! Don'tcha, Garfield?"
Rachel just rolled her eyes, and looked at the clock. 7:30 am. Damn. Eight and a half hours left of sitting in this hell hole... not like home was much better... She sighed, and went back to her book. The next time she looked up, Garfield was trying to do some form of homework, Vic and Kori were both spacing out, and Dick was listening to music so loud she could almost make out the lyrics. Bored, she tried to figure out what he was listening to.
She was almost sure it was Slipknot's 'Psychosocial', when the music suddenly stopped. She looked over, hood masking her confused look. "Damn batteries..." Well that explained it. She turned back to her book when she heard Dick going through his bookbag, no doubt looking for batteries.
When he started putting his earbuds back in, Raven asked, "Would you mind turning your music down? There are ways to make yourself go deaf without giving the rest of us hearing problems." Dick smirked, ammused at the way she was glaring at him. Rachel noticed the other three were trying to hide giggles.
"Will do!" He said, cheerfully. "How about you tone down that smile, sunshine, your blinding us." Again, the other three tried not to laugh, rather unsuccessfully.
"Whatever." She went back to her book, when she felt his eyes on her again. She looked up. "What?"
"I don't know... Whatcha reading?" She rolled her eyes and showed him the cover. "Assylum by Patrick McGrath. Nice. So... what's it about?"
"Assuming you can read." Vic muttered, causing Kori and Gar to crack up.
"Shut up jock strap, like your one to talk! I'm serious! What's it about?" Rachel was not about to get into a discussion with Dick. Or anyone here. All of them are stupid. She thought. I don't know how the kid in front of me got here, but the other two in the front are total stereotypes. Think they're better than everyone else because they're popular. And that Richard kid... he's just plain old trouble. But it's all an act. I know I've heard his name before somewhere... She handed the book to him, so he could read the back cover. Watching intently, to make sure he didn't mess with her book, (she'd be very pissed if he tried to) he read the back cover, seeming very interested.
"Nice. You read anything else by McGrath?" he asked. She was a bit surprised, seeing as she thought he'd only asked about the book to escape his boredom.
"Um, yea. I've read Spider. And I've read Assylum about a dozen times. Have you read anything by him?" She surpsied herself by asking. She was more surprised with the answer.
"Yea, you ever heard of Trauma?"
"I've heard of it. Never got around to reading it. Is it good?" He pulled a copy out of his bag.
"You tell me." he put the book in her hands.
"Um... thanks." she said. Why is he being so nice to me? He acted like a total ass to the others. Of course, they were acting like idiots, and it was probably part of his tough guy front...
"No problem. You looked bored with your book, and you probably were, considering you've read it a dozen times."
She gave a small smile, a way of thanking him again. They quickly noticed the others watching this exchange.
"Dude! He really does know how to read!" Gar exclaimed. Dick rolled his eyes.
"Of course I know how to read, dork! Just 'cause I don't go around with perfect freakin report card means I'm not smart?"
"Well, with straight D's..." mumbled Vic.
"Shut up Jockstrap! I'll have you know, my grades are probably better than yours! You're probably just scrapin by so you can play your god damned football!" And he's back. Rachel noted. Shaking her head, she went back to reading the book Richard had lent her. It was surprisingly good.
**So, what do you think? I know the charecters are probably a lil ooc, but each charecter is a mix between the titan and the kid in the movie that they're sort of representing. a cookie for whoever can guess who's who! :) reviews are very welcome!