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Chapter 2
Mirabelle took off her red leather jacket and gloves. She caught Brian talking to himself, a pen attached to his bottom lip.
The brunette watched as Brian and John take their jackets off at the same time. Brian stops, pretending to be cold.
John turned away. He crumbles up his paper into a ball and threw it at Claire and Andrew, who barely acknowledged him.
John began to sing "Sunshine of Your Love" by Cream. Mirabelle joined in, singing along. Her voice impressed the criminal.
"I can't believe this is really happening to me." Claire said quietly.
"Oh crud!" John suddenly stopped. "What are we supposed to do if we have to take a piss?"
"Please," said Claire.
"You got to go, you got to go." John said as he unzipped his pants.
Claire looked away, mortified.
"Hey you're not urinating in here, man." Andrew commanded.
"Don't talk, don't talk." John said hurriedly. "It makes it crawl back up."
"You whip it out; you're dead before the first drop hits the floor." Andrew said sternly.
"You're pretty sexy when you get angry." John teased. "Grr."
Andrew looked away.
John turned to Brian.
"Hey, homeboy. Why don't you close that door?" He asked. "We'll get the prom queen and the singer impregnated."
Claire shot daggers at John.
"Look, there's no way you're getting into my pants so you might as well forget it." Mirabelle snapped.
"I'll see to that, baby." John said with a wicked grin on his face. He wiggles his eyebrows at the brunette.
"Hey. Hey!" Andrew called.
"What?" John demanded, turning his attention away from Mirabelle to Andrew.
"I lose my temper, you're totaled man." Andrew said sharply.
"Totally?" John said in disbelief.
"Totally." Andrew retorted.
"Why don't you just shut up?" Claire snapped. "Nobody here's interested."
"I bet she is." John said, gesturing to Mirabelle.
"As if," Mirabelle scoffed.
"Really, butt face." Andrew muttered.
"Well hey sporto. What did you do to get in here?" John questioned. "Forget to wash your jock?"
"Excuse me fellas, I think we should just write our papers." Brian advised, trying to end an incoming quarrel.
"Look, just because you live in here doesn't give you the right to be a pain in the butt." Andrew snapped, ignoring Brian. "So knock it off!"
"It's a free country," said John.
"He's doing it to get a rise out of you, just ignore him." Claire said.
"Sweets," said John.
Claire looked at him.
"You couldn't ignore me if you tried."
Claire scowled and looked away.
Mirabelle drew a circle on the table with her index finger as she watched John pester Claire and Andrew.
"So, so. Are you guys like boyfriend and girlfriend?" John asked.
"Steady dates?"
"Lovers?"
The preps ignore him.
"Come on sporto. Level with me here, do you slip her the hot beef injection?" John pestered.
This pushed the preps' hot button.
"Go to hell!" Claire yelled.
"Enough!" Andrew shouted.
"Hey! What's going on in there?" Vernon called from his office.
No answer.
"Spoiled little punks," Vernon muttered.
Claire turned away angrily.
"Scumbag," Andrew muttered.
John got up and walked towards the banister.
"What do you say we close that door?" He asked. "We can't have any kind of party without Vernon checking us out every second."
John sat on the rail.
"You know the door's supposed to stay open." Brian pointed out.
"So what?" John asked.
"So why don't you just shut up? There's five other people in here you know." Andrew said.
"You can count, see I knew you had to be smart to be a wrestler." John remarked.
"Who the hell are you to be judging anybody anyway?" Andrew demanded.
"Really," Claire said wryly.
"You know Bender, you don't even count. If you disappeared forever it wouldn't make any difference. You may as well not even exist at this school."
"Hey, Big Stuff;" Mirabelle called.
Everyone turned to look at the brunette.
"You think anybody is going to give a piss about you if you disappeared and never exist anymore, huh?" Mirabelle retorted. "No because it'll just make other people's lives better since you and your lousy friends give them hell every single day."
The chanteuse got up and walked past Andrew and Claire ignoring their disapproving looks at her outfit (long sleeved black blouse with red roses tucked into red cigarette pants cinched with a white belt, black neck scarf tied around her neck and black ballet flats) and her long brown hair with red highlights (which was styled into a retro hairdo).
Mirabelle sits next to John. He hugged her as a way of saying "thank you." Mirabelle smiled before she and John faced the wrestler and the princess.
"Well, I'll run right out and join the wrestling team." John said.
Claire and Andrew looked at each other and chuckled.
"Maybe the Prep Club too. Student Council," John added.
"Nah, they wouldn't take you." Andrew said.
"I'm hurt." John said with mock sadness.
"You know why guys like you knock everything?" Claire asked.
"This should be stunning." John commented.
"It's because you're afraid, you two." Claire replied, making a gesture at Mirabelle and John.
"You Richie's are so smart, that's exactly why I'm not heavy in activities."
"You're a big coward." Claire snapped.
"Oh, she thinks she's so tough." Mirabelle said sarcastically.
"I'm in the Math Club." Brian said, but no one paid any attention to him.
"See you're afraid they won't take you, you don't belong; you just have to dump all over it." Claire interjected.
"Well wouldn't have anything to do with you activities people being airheads now would it?" John asked.
"Well you wouldn't know; you don't know any of us." Claire responded.
Mirabelle snorted.
"Look who's talking." She said.
"Well I don't know any lepers either, but I'm not going to go out and join one of their stinking clubs." John said.
"I'm in the Physics Club." Brian spoke up, louder this time.
"Excuse me a sec. What are you babbling about?" John asked.
"Well what I said was that I'm in the Math Club, Latin Club, and the Physics Club." Brian responded.
"Hey cherry," said John.
The prom queen looked at him, frowning.
"Do you belong to the Physics Club?"
"That's an academic club." Claire retorted.
"So?" Mirabelle asked.
"So academic clubs aren't the same as other kinds of clubs." Claire said.
"Ah, but to dorks like him they are." John said.
"Explain to us what do you do in your club." Mirabelle said to Brian.
"Well in Physics Club we uh we talk about physics, properties of physics." Brian replied.
"So it's social," said Mirabelle.
"Demented and sad," John pointed out. "But social."
"I guess you could consider it a social situation. Um, there are other children in my club and uh, at the end of the year we have this big banquet at the Hilton." Brian explained.
"You load up, you party?" John asked.
"No we get dressed up but we don't get high." Brian clarified.
"Only burners like you two get high." Claire sneered at Mirabelle and John.
Mirabelle glared at the red head and gave her the finger.
Brian droned on.
"And I didn't have any shoes so I had to borrow my dad's. It's weird because my mom doesn't like me to wear other people's shoes. My cousin Kent…"
Brian caught himself.
"My cousin Kendall from Indiana, he got high once. And you know he started eating like really weird foods. Then he felt like he didn't belong anywhere, kind of like Twilight Zone kind of."
"For a nerd, you talk too much did you know that?" Mirabelle asked Brian.
Brian blushed.
"Look you guys keep up your talking and Vernon is going to come right in here. I've got a meet this Saturday and I'm not going to miss it on account of you bone heads." Andrew said, all stuck up.
"Oh boo hoo hoo." Mirabelle said in a sarcastic tone.
"Oh and wouldn't that be a bite huh?" John asked. "Missing a whole wrestling meet."
"You wouldn't know anything about it, fathead." Andrew snarled. "You never competed your whole life."
"Oh I know." John said, with mock sadness. "And I feel all empty inside of it, because I have such a deep admiration for guys who roll around on the floor with other guys."
Mirabelle chuckled.
"Ah, you would never miss it, you don't have any goals." Andrew said.
"Oh but I do," said John.
"Yeah?"
"I want to be just like you. I figure all I need is lobotomy and some tights." John said with a mischievous expression.
"You wear tights?" Brian asked.
Andrew faced Brian.
"No I don't wear tights." Andrew denied. "I wear the required uniform."
"Tights," Brian and Mirabelle said.
"Shut up!" Andrew said.
A/N: I know I got a little bit of flak for not using a whole bunch of curse words in my last two Breakfast Club stories. I'm just not an advocate of cursing. And if you got a problem with it, too bad.
More soon!