Hello! Everyone has their own idea of what happened on Monday, and so this is mine! And no I didn't review it. And when it comes to fanfictions I don't care about them as much and so the writing is shorter and not as good but oh well! Enjoy anyway!

Andy

"Give 'em all ya got, son."

"Sure Dad," I said and hopped out of the car. I slung my bag over my letterman jacket and walked away from the car. It was getting a lot warmer but here I was, still wearing my jacket. I walked up the steps and through the doors, down the halls with all the posters on them. I kept an eye out for Allison, but I wasn't sure if I'd talk to her. Claire was right, sadly. I'd probably make fun of Brian if he said hi to me. Why? I'm too coward to let go of being on top. I'm popular, and everyone wants to be popular. The difference is between those who care about being popular and those who don't. Like Alan Meyers. Everyone loves him, but he doesn't care that he's popular, and by not caring - it makes him more popular. Not everyone likes me, though. I can't just hang out with who ever I want to. I mean, I can, but the shitty thing is that I'm a puss. I wanna go up to her and kiss her again, but will I? Why do I have to care? Claire was right again. I am pressured, but I shouldn't let this matter, though. And yet it does.

Maybe I can be the difference. Be the change you want to see in the world. Gahndi. Man, my friends would make fun of me for knowing that. Maybe if I hold hands with Allison or hang out with Brian then I'll be the change. Others who are too afraid to branch out of their clique will do it too. If I had the courage I could make things change and maybe people could all be friends. I know it won't happen, though. I'll hold hands with Allison and all hell will break loose. But what if I don't care? Maybe if I don't care, then they'll see I don't care, and let me still be friends with them while still being with Allison.

Maybe.

I saw Claire and she flashed me a small smile. Well, at least I could still be friends with her. I guess she's not that bad. Conceited, yes, but she's bizarre like the rest of the Breakfast Club. I smiled to myself. I loved that. The Breakfast Club.

I saw John open his locker, the guillotine coming down, his stoner friends hanging with him. We made eye contact, but neither one of us said hey. I knew that pissed him off, knowing that Claire was right. We wouldn't hang out. I made it to the gym lobby where my friends and I hung out before the bell rang. They were all talking about the party that I ended up not going to. I was too busy looking around for Allison, but I wasn't sure what I'd do if I saw her. No one else would really see her. She always blended in. Will she be dressed in black, or will her hair be out of her face again? I really like her face. She's really-

"Hey Andy."

I turned around and there was Brian, saying hey to me like he had said. I blinked, stunned, and then I said, "Hey Brian."

He nodded, giving me a grimace of a smile, and walked on.

"Who was that?" asked Stooky.

"Uh, Brian. We had detention together. He's a pretty cool guy."

"More like a dork." They laughed.

"Nah man. He's pretty cool. A nerd, but still alright. He got high and was ridiculous."

"That nerd got high?"

"Yeah. John Bender was there and he had his dope."

"That sucks man. You had to hang out with Bender for an entire Saturday?"

"Yeah, and Claire Standish was there and Allison-"

"Claire was there? Huh, what'd she get in for?"

"Probably cussed while breaking a nail." They laughed agian.

"No. She skipped class to go shopping. But yeah, she got baked, too." Shit. Should I have said that?

"That's hilarious! Did you hit that?"

"What? No. Claire and I are just friends," I stated.

"Did you get high?" Stooky asked me.

"Hm? What? Uh...yeah, a little." More like a lot.

"Dude, I think I should go to detention more often."

"Sounds awesome!"

I laughed. "Yeah. It was pretty great. They're all actually pretty cool people. Claire, John, Brian, Alli-"

"Cool? Yeah right. Claire's a bitch. Bender's a dick. And Brian's a loser."

"Well what about me?"

We all turned, and there she was. Allison. She was wearing her long gray skirt but not her tights. She had on a normal black long-sleeved shirt but it wasn't baggy and hiding her figure. Her hair was in her face again but she wasn't covering it in makeup. She still looked great.

"Who are you?" Jake asked.

"I was at detention, too. Right Andy?" she asked, looking at me.

"Uh, yeah," I said. "She was there."

"You're that freak right? The insane chick?"

"Is that what I am? A bitch, a dick, a loser, and then a freak?"

"No," I found myself saying. "Not a freak."

"If you're weird in person, then are you, like, weird in bed, too?"

She laughed, but she didn't think it was funny. "Plenty of people should know." She was lying again. Does she do that when she's nervous? Angry? I know I don't think right when I'm angry and so I get out of control. She walked away quickly, holding her bag.

"Is she, like, a slut or something?"

"No," I defended. "She just likes to mess with people and lie to them when they're annoying her. At least, that's what she said at detention."

"Whatever man. Still a freak."

"Yeah," I mumbled.

Damn it.

"Look. There's Bender now."

I glanced up and saw John walking my way. Not now. Not when I already feel like shit.

"Hey sporto," he said, throwing an arm around my shoulder. "Hey guys."

No one said anything.

"What? Jock straps too far up your ass? Can't talk? Oh right. You have a hard time speaking. Not sporto, here, though, right Handy Andy? You talked up a storm Saturday right? About your dad and all that good shit. Talked a bunch to Allison right?" That's what this was about. He probably saw me be a dick to her. Damn it.

"Don't make me beat the shit out of you Bender," I said.

"Oh yeah right. Here? At school? School, where you can be a piece of shit in front of your so-called friends? Some friends? What do they know about you?"

I shoved his shoulder, and that must've set him off because before I knew it we were fighting. I quickly had him pinned down, though, and I went to punch him in the face but Brian ran over and grabbed my wrist.

"Stop Andy!"

I back-handed him, and John just looked at Brian and me in shock, as in how the hell could I have done that to Brian? I got off of him and looked at both of them. See? I did brash things when I was angry.

"Clark! Bender! My office. Now!" shouted Vernon.

John and I looked at each other, and then walked down the hall to his office. We sat in two chairs in front of his desk.

"What the hell is going on here?" he asked.

"Nothing," I mumbled.

"Nothing? Is that why you're beating the shit out of each other?"

We didn't say anything.

"Not gonna talk huh? Well, since you seemed to be the victim in this Bender you'll be let off. You're lucky I'm not adding to your two months of detention. As for you, Clark, another detention this Saturday. Same time. Same place."

I clenched my jaw. Not again.

"Get out of my office."

We both got up and left. We looked at each other in front of his door, next to the library. The ceiling where John crashed through was being cleaned up. I sighed and mumbled, "Sorry."

"I'm not the one you have to say sorry to." He glared at me, then turned and walked away.

I sighed.

Damn it.