I hope you enjoyed chapter 1. It was fun to write, chapter two is def an interesting one. Enjoy.

Chapter two

The white knights and the princess

John Bender walked away from his house with a bad tempter and an empty stomach, so much for eating. All the food he had bought the other day was completely gone. His dad had pigged out on it after coming down from his stupid high. It wasn't like John had a lot of money to begin with, he only got five hundred every two weeks, and he had to give that to his folks for bills and the rest was for food, which never seemed to last long in his house.

He wondered down the sidewalk towards the school that he hated so much, it was way to early for him to be up but since he hadn't really slept last night to begin with he wasn't really that groggy. It wouldn't really hit him till third period.

He walked along by some of the smaller shops and then decided to head to the gas station. With some lunch money left over from last week he grabbed something to eat that was small and cheap and a bottle of soda.

Finally he was on his way to the school and he felt the excitement grow in his chest, he hated the classes, he hated the food, he hated everything about Shermer High. But there was one reason and one reason alone he could now officially go everyday and not really have any problems. And that was Claire and the Breakfast club.

John approached the front of the school to wait as he normally did for the rest of the club to show up. But something was not right; Claire was normally the first one there, at least by this time. John looked all over, he didn't see her anywhere, and suddenly across the front near the left side of the school he saw a small group of guys.

He knew whom they where and by the look of them, Mitch, Alec, and Bart, were about to go get high. His old friends, the ones whom he lit up with before he knew the breakfast club.

He shrugged it off and went and sat on the steps to wait for the rest of the group, perhaps Claire was just late. He sat for a good five or ten minutes. He thought and spent time wondering and he focused and reflected. Things were changing so fast, his grades were going up, thanks to Brian being the brain and Claire nagging at him to do his homework. Since he cut back on the pot he seemed to remember things better and he even felt better. The cigarettes were still a big part of his life but Claire allowed that since he was trying to cut back on the pot. It had surprised his friends when he had made the choice on his own.

Then again before Claire and the club he hadn't had a reason to stay sober, pot numbed out and helped him to forget about his home life and his lack of true companionship and friends. Now that he had those two things the pot just didn't seem worth the money or the trouble it caused him.

So it was true, his bad boy reputation had faltered a little but he could still beat the snot out of anyone who messed with him. Whatever people were saying about him now he didn't care, anyone wanted to mess with him they could sure as hell try, but he doubted they would get very far. They all may have thought him gone soft, but he was still king of this place, the only difference was not he had a princess.

Suddenly Bender noticed Alec and Bart walk around from the other side of the school, and Mitch was not with them. John found this odd because usually you wouldn't see one with out the other two. Alec seemed hyped up and Bart kept looking back over his shoulder, he was fidgeting which meant he was nervous…. Which meant Mitch was either in trouble… or doing something really really really stupid.

John hopped down off of the steps and started around the school, something smelt fishy to him and hell, Mitch had been a good fake friend. If the guy was in trouble with some money or some of the big time dealers maybe John could help him out. After all, they had been friends…. of some kind.

John approached the bleachers where he and his group used to hang out when everything had been so different. Instantly John knew something was not right, because he couldn't smell anything burning. He couldn't hear any conversation or threats or even just banter.

His pace quickened and his heart speed up, he did smell something familiar after all; it was sickly sweet, a smell that had been haunting his nose and nostrils for the past three months. He smelt Claire.

As he broke into a run he heard someone call out to him, it sounded like Andy but he didn't really have time to think and he didn't want to waste time by stopping. He rounded the corner and came upon a scene that made his heart stop, his mind go blank and his entire body go cold. Mitch had Claire on the ground, cloths practically ripped off, his fingers in a place that John had NEVER wanted to see another man's hands.

"You fucking son of a bitch!" John yelled charging at Mitch, he only saw a split second of Mitch's shocked and fearful expression as his hands gripped onto Mitch's shirt and ripped him off of Claire. He sent the filthy asshole flying into a fence and before he knew what he was doing he charged again, fist drawn back, face carved into a look of pure rage.

He didn't know how long he beat the kid, but he was sure as hell that his fists connected with his face, his stomach, his ribs, his nose, his neck and his throat. He left no spot untouched and he made it hurt as bad as he possibly could.

Miss. Clancy had been the school nurse for over twenty-five years. After so long of looking after the young children of the this particular school she had learned one thing that was very important to help maintain peace. Always be calm, no matter what the situation. Kids these days fed on drama, on worked up nerves, anything that upset you could and would upset them if you let it.

Miss. Clancy was forty-five years old, not married and very proud of her independent life style. However at times it did get a little lonely. Luckily she had her cats. She walked into her office and proceeded with her normal morning routine. She put her bag away, hid her purse in her desk, flipped the sign from 'The Nurse it Out!' to "Welcome! The Nurse is in!" And then walked over to the coffee machine to get her morning elixir brewing.

Usually it was quiet until lunch, or until fourth or fifth period when kids wanted to get out of tests. She headed to her chair to sit back and look at a magazine till the first fake diagnoses walked in.

Suddenly her office door flew open, as if someone had tried to kick it off it's hinges. She jumped up from her seat when she saw John Bender and Andrew Clark standing in the doorway; John was holding a girl in his arms bridal style, her clothes looked ripped to pieces, her bra and parts of her panties covered most of her private areas, but her thighs, stomach, chest and arms were exposed. And though it looked like John was on the verge of tears and his face was all red, he managed to speak in a quick but even tone.

"Miss Clancy we need your help!" He said rushing in and laying Claire down on the small bench the nurse usually had kids sit on. Andy ran to the phone to call 911. As he waited for the person on the other end to pick up John tried to talk to Miss Clancy and answer all her question.

"Good lord Mr. Bender what happened to her?" she said rushing over and starting feel for a pulse.

"I don't know, she was unconscious behind the bleachers, that prick, that son of a fucking bitch Mitch Louise had her unconscious and he was touching her and…" John looked away trying to control himself, his anger attempting to resurface.

"Did he rape her?" John's head shot up and he looked at her stunned at the bluntness this woman was throwing at him.

"W-what?" John asked.

"DID HE RAPE HER!" The woman asked again with more urgency.

"I-I don't know! He was just feeling her down there when I found them… before that I don't know he may have… God if that fucker so much as touched her in that way I am going to slice his dick…"

"Where did the bruises on her face come from?"

"I don't know, she had them when I found her… same with the cut." John added noticing for the first time the thin cut right by her eye.

"Mr. Clark any luck with getting hold of the hospital?" She said looking over at the wrestler who seemed to be taking to someone, he looked over and nodded, "Tell them that you have the school nurse watching her till they arrive but that doesn't mean they should fuck around and take there time. She is in bad shape with a fever, physical injury and she is a possible rape victim."

Andy seemed to hesitate when he heard the last two words, "GO ON BOY!" Miss. Clancy snapped. Andy was pulled from his trance and he repeated everything she said word for word. When he hung up he rushed to Claire's side and looked at her with John.

"She will be okay John. I promise she will be okay."

"Andrew go and tell the vice principal and the principle what is going on, let them know that Claire is the victim, and that John is with her. I don't want either of you two get in trouble for being the good guys."

"Yes ma'am." And just like that Andrew was off like a fire cracker. John looked back to his beautiful princess and spoke softly, touching the side of her face that seemed the least damaged. "Hey baby… Claire… can you hear me?"

To John's surprise her eyes opened just barely, a small almost weak looking smile came across her cracked lips. "Hey slime ball." She said.

John smiled and couldn't hold back a small chuckle of relief, "Oh baby, how wonderful you are…"

At this point Miss. Clancy had been checking everything, blood pressure, temperature, eye dilation, she looked for any other cuts, bruises or nicks, and she made sure that where the thin cut was still bleeding she put some pads and gauze. She didn't really understand this relationship, the boy covered her in compliments and she returns them with slime ball.

Talk about being devoted to a bitch, but then Miss. Clancy felt bad, maybe it was an inside joke, maybe she didn't mean it. Perhaps on normal days he called her all kinds of rude names and now she was returning the favor. This is Miss. Clancy would always live alone, no such need for confusing things like that.

"John, do you think you could call her parents and let them know what's going on? Do you know their number dear?" John nodded and stood heading towards the phone. But he felt Claire's hand on his and he looked back, she shook her head back and fourth, "No… no parents." She managed to say in a raspy voice.

"Sweetie your parents need to know you are okay, they will need to know you are being taken to the hospital…"

"No…" Claire said tears coming to her eyes, and then she lifted a shaky hand to her eye and ran it lightly across the area where the cut was. "No parents…" the message was clear, and both the nurse and her boy friend got the message. What ever had happened with Mitch earlier was not the only thing that had happened to this poor girl in the last twenty-four hours. And now two people knew it had to do with her parents, and her cut.

A//N: I hope you are enjoying this story so far, it's just fun to write! It's kind of darker for me but OH WELL! R&R