This story starts off in detention but the story will also continue on afterwards as well.
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The Breakfast Club
BPOV
6:54am
The walls of the large room seemed to expand and contract as my eyes shifted in and out of focus. The only sound that could be heard was the tapping of biro on a wooden desk, timed irritably against the tick of the clock resounding from the front of the room. A door slammed, followed by a heavy set of feet marching across the stained carpet floor. My eyes finally zoomed in to focus on the balding, poorly dressed man that stood in front of my desk. His face held a smirk; I wanted to choke him with the chain around my neck. That would wipe the smirk right off his face. I snickered into my hand at the thought of the pale face of Mr Banner turning redder than a tomato.
My pink fluffy pen sat in front of me with a blank piece of paper. It's actually my friend Jessica's pen. Her lucky pen, she had said, to get me through the next nine hours. Nine fucking hours! Like, what the fuck? Who holds a detention on a Saturday for nine fucking hours?
Forks High School, that's who.
"Ladies, and gentlemen. I hope you're all appropriately prepared for the next nine hours of your day. I expect your asses to stay seated the whole time. That includes you, Cullen." My back instantly tenses, I hadn't even known Cullen was in the room. "I know you're a regular here, but the least you could do is be an example of what the rest of you may turn into if I see any of you here next weekend."
I hear a snort from behind me. Like, way behind me. I hesitate to turn around because, if I'm going to be honest, Cullen sort of scares the shit out of me. I turn anyway because I'm curious as to where he is sitting. Forks High isn't exactly the biggest high school in the U.S., and with high school students being around about a third of the population here, you can assume the schools library is pretty small. Which it kind of is, so I'm confused as to how he can sound so far away.
As I glance behind me I see him. He's sitting behind a desk, which looks like it has been purposely moved to the back wall for him to be as far away as possible, with his chair facing the back of the room instead of the front. The only thing visible in the shadows is his shock of messy bronze hair. Standard. Cullen is a troublemaker. The worst kind. Not only is he a self-confessed felon, but also one of the loser-stoners of the school.
Sure, the loser stoners were up there with the popular kids, but not high enough to be a part of the toppest most popular group. That's me, that's where I am, with the coolest kids in the area. It might sound conceited, but when you look like me and come from the money I do, you learn where you sit in the playground.
I look around behind me and see the other three people in the room beside Cullen and I. I first see Alice Brandon, whose black spiky hair sticks up from under the black hooded jacket she's wearing. Her head is sat on her hands on the desk, and the only thing you can see is her thick black eye-make up surrounding her sparkling blue eyes. Alice is a freak. She doesn't talk to anyone, or have any friends. I barely know who she is and we've been in the same classes since kindergarten. I don't bother with her sort. All I know about her is she's a loner, and likes to be. She's the kind that will one hundred percent yell and scream at you if you touch or bother her. Creepy as fuck, if you ask me. The only other thing I know about her is that she's Cullen's cousin.
The next person I see is Rosalie Hale. I know Rosalie because she comes from good money, and she's pretty. Like, model pretty. Not that you could tell from the baggy green sweater she's donning with her clear framed too-big-for-her-face glasses. I copy notes from her in Spanish. Rose is the nerdiest nerd. Even though she comes from a good family she keeps to her and her nerdy friends Eric, Angela and Ben. All from decent money but all decently boring.
Two seats next to me is Jasper. Jasper Whitlock. What a piece of fucking ass. Absolutely smoking if you ask me. He has that totally insane hot jock thing going on, he's a wrestler for the school so he's seriously fit. He also plays football; I cheer for his team the Albatrosses. Don't even get me started on his voice-has this southern drawl that could make your panties wet almost instantly. I blush internally at my suddenly racy thoughts. My virginity is locked in a glass box and isn't getting broken into any time soon. I have a reputation to uphold. Plus, Jasper and I are meant to be this schools king and queen, basically married from the sandbox, so I pretty much have to keep it PG until we're official. The thought makes me smile.
There you have it, Jasper the jock, Cullen the criminal, Rose the brain, Alice the basket case, and then me. All five of us locked in this godforsaken room for the rest of the day. I think I may need to build a bomb shelter under my desk just in case shit hits the fan if you know what I'm saying.
Make that six.
I look back to the front just as I hear a knock on the door, and Emmett McCarty strolls in, nonchalant as fuck for a detention if you ask me. Now, Emmett is like a giant, you would not want to mess with him..unless you want to get your daily fix. He's the best in the business if you want to get a buzz on in Forks. Emmett has respect in Jasper's group and mine. Any group, actually. I think this whole school is sheathed in some giant ganja haze to be honest. Most of us keep it to a couple joints on the weekend, other than Cullen of course, who's fucked up almost every time I see him.
"Nice of you to finally stroll in, Mr McCarty. Please, take a seat." Emmett gives Banner a wink as he walks past and flops down right next to Rose, who wrinkles her nose in distaste as he does so. High-end bitch, she is.
The clock ticks and finally hits 7am. The beginning of this wretched day. I groan and smack my forehead down onto my desk. Fuck am I doing awake this early on a Saturday for? I don't even make the cheer squad get up this early for practice. Not even if I'm in a really shitty mood. Okay, maybe sometimes.
"You have the rest of the day to write a one thousand word essay on who you think you are." Banner gives us each pointed looks, and one at the back of Cullen's head. "No single words or sentences repeated one thousand times. If I do not like what I read you'll be back next Saturday. Got it?" Banner gives us one last look of warning before heads out the door and into the room adjacent to us. Banner is the Biology teacher at Forks High, but for some reason he gets a total kick out of being the sick bastard monitoring us every weekend for detention.
There aren't any cameras in here, and I've been told that Banner only comes in every half an hour or so if no one is making any noise-so I feel safe to pull out my phone. There are a couple texts and missed calls from Jess, Lauren and Tanya. They're going to Seattle today to go shopping. Fuck those bitches. Probably in one of our private limos on their way up now. Usually when we make plans to visit Seattle we stay at The Denali. Tanya's father's hotel and use our fake id's to go to cocktail bars. I groan again, wishing I were anywhere but here.
I hear Jasper move his chair next to me and I peak up from under my chocolate locks. He's looking at me with a sexy grin on his face. I suddenly imagine him only wearing a cowboy hat and leather boots. I feel my lady parts start do strange things and I blush furiously, glad he can't see my face well enough right this second.
"Hey doll," He sort-of-but-not-really whispers. "You look real nice today." He winks at me and I sit up wanting to smile like a buffoon. Instead, I play the cool and calm girl everyone knows me to be. Hot and totally carefree. I flip my hair and give him a coy smile. Letting him know I appreciate the comment but that I am also totally aware I look hot as fuck today. I knew Jasper would be here so of course I'm going to show off a little. I'm wearing a thin cotton white blouse with a short skirt. My smirk grows because I know exactly how much thigh is showing right now as I cross my legs over.
"Why, thank you Jazz. You're looking pretty good today yourself." I wink right back at him as he did, and I see him visibly gulp. And trust me, he did look really good.
It sounded like a cat was choking behind me and I spin backward. Alice genuinely looks like she's trying to strangle herself as she stares at Jasper and I. "What's your deal, freak?" I sneer as she looks at me dead in the eye. Jasper looks as uncomfortable as I feel right now. It's probably because he knows she has the biggest crush on him in the whole world, and everybody knows it.
One day, she ran straight into him in the middle of the cafeteria. Food and books flying everywhere upon impact. Jasper had leant down to ask her if she was okay, and she blurted out – "I love you." So fast yet so loud the whole room when dead silent. Before she literally screamed and ran back out the room. Poor little head-case Alice. I think Jasper has been freaked out ever since.
Alice stares straight at me then. A glare with the impact of a thousand bricks. My mouth opens in shock, and I'm about to retaliate but don't get the chance as Jaspers hand reaches out to my arm, pulling me back to the front with a shaking head. I frown, not understanding Jaspers reaction but I comply.
"You're a good little girl aren't you, sugar?" A voice rings out from the back of the room. I hear Emmett snort and I immediately know its Cullen. Edward fucking Cullen, bane of my existence Cullen. "Do what big bad Whitlock tells you to, sexy."
"Shut your fucking mouth, Cullen." I spit acidly. I hear a chair scrape as Cullen waltzes down the room and not so gracefully slumps into the chair directly behind me, resting his clunky black Timberlands against the back of my chair.
"Ooh, baby got bite." Cullen snickers and I refuse to turn around.
"Knock your shit off Cullen, you're pathetic enough as it is." Jasper snaps, leaning back on his chair as if he's perfectly calm, but you can see he's tense with the fucker sitting this close to us.
I can tell Edward leans forward cause I hear a smack of flesh on the table and his feet move down from my chair. "You're pretty sexy when you get angry." Cullen then mocks a growl and I hear Emmett chuckle. Fucking stoners.
Jasper and I look back to the front of the room and choose to ignore him, not that you can with him humming and tapping the desk like it's his own personal drum set. He starts to mimic his own guitar solo now.
Fuck me. Cullen is high. It all makes sense now.
I look at Jazz and roll my eyes. I can't believe this is happening to me. Today of all days.
I look at my blank piece of paper and huff. Who am I? I'm the queen B. Bella Swan, cheer captain, all round good gal, loved by everyone. The list could go on, really. I sigh and twist around to look at Rose, who is already working her way through the essay.
"Rose, what are you writing? I'm stuck." I plead, eyes wide. Got my best I'm-not-the-annoying-bitch-who-steals-your-Spanish-notes face on. Sincere as it gets, ladies and gentlemen.
"I'm writing who I am, obviously Isabella." Rose's blue eyes flicker up to meet mine for a split second. Ooh, bitch got attitude today. Maybe she caught on to my note stealing. Oops.
Rosalie is sitting two seats away from Cullen, with Emmett in between them, and before I have a chance to turn back to my paper Cullen pipes up. "Hey, sweets. I have a couple idea's for what you could write down. Wanna hear?" I am forced to now finally look at Cullen directly in the face.
I'd never actually seen him this close up before, well maybe not since we were little. Edward Cullen actually comes from some pretty good money around these parts, but his parents aren't exactly the stay-at-home type. They like to follow the seasons around the globe, I have heard, so he's on his own almost every day of the year. Spoilt brat turned conniving megalomaniac, pyromaniac stoner bad boy. It appears I've already filled in half of his essay.
His eyes are the most piercing green I have ever seen. I'm almost lost in the emerald forests that are his irises. If he weren't such a disgusting psychopath, he'd be the hottest guy in the school. Yes, even over Jasper. Cullen just had the height, the build and the bone structure to woo any woman. And don't even get me started on the sex hair. Which brings me back to the real world. On top of his impressive list of under-achievements and disappointments as a human, he's also a total manwhore.
"No." My face scrunches up in disgust. "I'd rather die, thanks."
"Woah, who got your panties in a twist? Is it the total babe sat next to you? 'Cause if so, I hope he doesn't mind me giving you a hand in untwisting them." My cheeks instantly flush and I feel my whole body radiate with anger. I know he's only doing it to get a rise out of me yet I seem to be unable to help myself.
"You motherfu—" I don't get to finish because he shoves a half-gloved hand over my mouth.
"Oh, no. We wouldn't want pristine little prom queen to swear now would we?" His fucking arrogance irritated me beyond belief, and my eyes widened in shock at what he was saying to me. I push his hands from my mouth instantly. The smell of smoke and weed wafted off his glove as it leaves my lips.
Jasper abruptly stands, knocking back his chair and towering over Cullen, who, at this point is smirking like a Cheshire cat with his perfect white teeth. "Shut the fuck up! Or do you want me to do it for you? Also, if you ever touch her again, I'll break your fucking hand, you hear me?" Jasper snarls, eyes narrowed and nostrils flaring.
Out of my peripherals I see Rose tense near me as Emmett leans away from the exchange. Rose looks like she wants to dart from the room and grab Banner by the tie and drag him in here to save her ass. Not today nerd. I shake my head at Rose, and she doesn't move. Good girl.
It doesn't matter though, because Banner must of heard the commotion anyway and came hurdling through the door.
"Whitlock! Sit down now. Asses glued to the chair, what did I say?" Banner barks abruptly. Cullen outright laughs. I want to punch him. "And not a peep from you Cullen."
I look at the clock, its almost 8 by this point, I didn't realise how fast time had flown until now and I'm glad. Just over 8 hours to go. Hopefully Banner waits another hour before his next check up. Give me some time to construct my murder plan for Cullen without interruption. Although, from the look at Banners face it looks like he may help me with my assassination plotting.
As Mr B walks back out the room I slouch forward, chin in my left hand as my elbow leans on my desk. I write three words down at the top of the blank page. I furrow my brow, as the empty page seems even emptier with the words on it.
Who am I?
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