Hey guys!
I got this second part finished a lot quicker that I first thought I would, it seemed!
There will be more to come! When exactly, I'm not quite sure but there definitely will be! Stay tuned.
As always I do not own anything from 'The Breakfast Club' it belongs to John Hughes. The only character that is my own is Emma Jameson.
Enjoy, guys! And as always, I love to read your feedback, so leave a review if you can - they are very much appreciated.
~ RavenclawCookie
"I'll see you at lunch, okay?" Bender's voice was gentle as he spoke, a husky, gravelly tone to it as he withdrew from his cigarette. The bell had just rung for class. With no regard for school rules, Bender snubbed out his cigarette against the door of the locker beside his, all the while staring down into the bright emerald eyes of Emma Jameson.
He kicked away the butt with a swift scoot of his heavy boot, before his lips swooped down to meet hers in a firm kiss.
Her smoky eyes fluttered shut as his touch fused with hers; and the noisy corridor that surrounded them seemed to drain away into nothingness when his gloved fingers came against her cheek.
Breaking away, Emma was left reeling. She reached up to grasp a cinnamon lock of her wavy hair, twisting it and unravelling it frantically around her fingertip; Something she always did when she was nervous.
Bender gave her a final smile before sweeping off in the direction of class, sliding into step beside a nervous-looking Allison Reynolds, who was peering around the entrance to the corridor, waiting for him, head bowed so that her heavy bangs fell in front of her eyes.
Emma retrieved herself from almost falling back against the row of lockers; her heart was almost beating out of her chest. She had dropped him her phone number in Math class on a complete whim! Half the time he never even showed up to the lesson, and with her friends' relentless encouragement, she had simply strode over to his desk when the bell sounded, fluttered her lashes at him, dropped the note and skipped off. Now they were locking lips in the middle of school corridors, for everyone to see.
Hitching her satchel over her shoulder more securely, the young girl with a taste for Economics and the 'Psychedelic Furs' t-shirt bounded off in the direction of History class with the thinning array of students, completely enamoured with her brand new and delightfully delinquent boyfriend.
"How's your new indie chick?" Allison scoffed as she and Bender slipped into class, taking their seats among the early birds and the late risers.
"She's a catch," Bender winked, leaning across the small gap between tables, so that his chestnut hair spilled in front of his eyes.
"Oh I bet," Allison snorted from beneath the safety shield of her bangs, turning her head lazily to face the front of the class.
The lesson's minutes seemed to be forged from quicksand, and both Bender and Allison felt as though they were slowly sinking, clawing for freedom by the time the sound of the bell finally sounded, signalling their freedom.
"You two seem to be off to a fine start," Allison said, resuming their conversation as soon as the two comrades burst through the doors, fighting for freedom with the other students clamouring for the exit.
"Yeah, yeah, it's all wonderful now what are we gonna do about you and the wrestling champion?" Bender's question was so sudden Allison was almost forced to grind to a complete stop. Her heart leapt out of her chest; what the hell was he talking about?!
"You know what," Bender said, his face branded with that trademark smirk that would make any girl below college age blush feverishly.
"It's not happening - whatever you've got planned-" Allison began, but was promptly cut off by a grinning Bender.
"You mean what you've got planned," He said, raising a pair of tawny eyebrows at her. His oak eyes were wide and brimming with that mischievous sparkle; he had an air about him that Allison simply didn't trust.
Her heavily-pencilled eyes narrowed sceptically, "Oh, what do you expect me to do, John?" She spat his real name with venomous contempt. "I can barely talk to my parents properly let alone... him,"
"Weeeell I'm just too damn preoccupied with my own love life to help you out, there! Sorry friend," Bender skipped forward, his bright red scarf swinging on his shoulders.
Allison snatched one of its frayed edges, yanking it towards her, catching up to him in an instant. "This is your stupid idea!" She half-yelled, her voice dying down on the final syllable when she realised with wide eyes that students they passed were staring at her. He raised voice tumbled and fell in a faltering crescendo.
"I just don't wanna see you unlucky in love, that's all!" Bender said, snatching his scarf back from the loosened hook of her palm and adjusting it in the correct, careless fashion around his neck.
"Well it's happening," Allison snarled, startled suddenly when Andrew appeared around the corner of the adjacent corridor.
His head was bowed and he wasn't looking where he was going. He and Allison almost collided.
"Oh... uh... sorry," Andrew said hurriedly, hardly realising who she was until his ice-blue eyes happened to raise from the floor they were so heavily fixed upon in a fleeting glance.
Allison's heart stalled like the engine of a car, before kicking into overdrive, thudding noisily in her chest.
"It's okay..." Was all Allison could manage to say. She became submerged suddenly in the stormy ocean of those brilliant blue eyes. Her reflection was mirrored so clearly in the burning rings of frozen flame; her own frightened expression staring back at her as she gazed into the face of the boy she loved.
Something stirred in his face as he looked at her, as if he was reliving that fateful Saturday; their kiss; their sombre conversation about her parents.
He knew something about her the others didn't; she had opened her soul to him. She had seen right through his try-hard facade and viewed the broken boy beyond the glass. They had a shared understanding.
The strange twist in his expression vanished. "Well... see you later," With that, Andy swept away. Allison felt winded.
Bender was wearing a hard glare that followed Andy all the way to the end of the corridor as the two stood in his wake. "God, what the fuck is that guy so afraid of?!" Bender cried. Thankfully, Andy was out of earshot, though Bender probably wouldn't have given a care either way.
The question circled Allison's mind as she felt Bender's surprisingly gentle hand on her shoulder, ushering her towards the cafeteria: what exactly was Andy so scared of?
Allison fell into seat her as the break between morning lessons commenced. Bender fell into Emma's waiting arms; she pulled him into quick kiss as he settled beside her.
Allison knew perfectly well what was so daunting to her: and that was merely plucking up the courage to ask Andy about their situation when he seemed to blatantly reluctant.
But what exactly would she say when she did, if ever, finally manage to gather enough emotional strength to confront Andy about their brief liaison? "Hey, we kissed over a month ago... so, what happens next?" It was ridiculous. And that's why Allison was so afraid. What had that kiss even truly meant? Was she the forbidden fruit of a different social group? Had he branded her with that kiss as a reminder that, though he felt some wave of affection for her, she could never be his?
Allison was too tired of wishing; too tired of waiting. But that look in his eye... that small glimmer of recognition; as though he was re-living every memory of their strange encounter... it had given Allison some sort of hope. Perhaps, he merely felt the same way as she did?
She simply wondered if he could prove himself to be the boy she wanted; one who wouldn't care about the strange glances thrown at them as they breezed down the school corridors, hand-in-hand. She wanted that more than anything; to be as free as Bender and Emma, who gladly ambled through the complex promoting their union, without a care in the world. She doubted Andy could stand his jock buddies gloating as he passed them, the hand of a grunge-loving, slasher movie enthusiast clasped tightly in his own.
She willed him to drop the fear of the social stigma. But she knew it was no use.
"Hey, you okay?" She heard Bender's voice shatter her thoughts like glass. She spiralled back to reality, suddenly aware that everybody in the canteen was rising from their seats and heading to glass. Bender was poised in mid-turn, stood before her, his arm wrapped around Emma's waist. She was wearing his scarlet scarf around her neck.
"Forget about that Andy guy, Allison! He's not worth shit," Emma's tone was sweet; she was evidently trying hard to establish some sort of friendship with Bender's band of associates. The metal misfits that crowded around Bender sharing cigarettes and passing music tapes with jet-black covers between them had so far given Emma Jameson a significant lack of hope. But she was optimistic that Allison would not give her the cold shoulder, too.
Allison willed the most grateful smile she could muster onto her lips, "Thanks," She muttered. Her tone was dull but an almost genuine note of appreciation rang in her voice. Emma took this and ran, offering her a wide grin in return.
Together, the three of them joined the dispersing crowds of students on the way to class, Allison slouching behind, her eyes drifting to Bender and Emma's entwined hands, wishing above all else, that she and Andy could do the same.