Disclaimer: I do not own The Breakfast Club…I do own my OC, though.
"Oh shit!" Bender exclaimed. We all looked at him curiously. "What're we supposed to do if we have to take a piss?" he yelled with wide eyes.
"Please." Claire muttered, shaking her head.
"If you gotta go." Bender shrugged, and moved his hands under the table. A zipper was the only sound I heard. "You gotta go."
"Oh my God!" Claire and I said in unison.
"Hey! You aren't urinating in here, man!" Andrew said threatingly.
"Don't talk! Don't talk! It makes it crawl back up!" Bender said, shaking his head.
"Bender-come on! That's gross!" I complained right as Andrew said, "You whip it out and you're dead before the first drop hits the floor!" I glared at him. I do not like it when people talk over me.
Bender gasped fakely. "You know-you're pretty sexy when you get angry." He growled, and snapped at him with his teeth. He looked at Brian, who was once again playing with his pen. "Hey homeboy. Why don't you go close that door? We can get the prom queen," he looked at me, "and this chick impregnated!" he said happily.
"I have a name you know, Bender."
"I'm sorry, what?" Bender asked, putting his hand behind his ear.
"I go get high with you guys on Wednesday's? And you nailed me behind the dumpster last week." I informed. The whole of them watched us with intensity. When I said that he nailed me, that got a gasp from Standish, Andrew and Brian.
"You did? Dude. She's like…15! And you're what? 20?" Andrew asked shocked.
"I'm 17, thank you very much." Bender smirked.
"What's wrong with you?" Standish scoffed, and turned back around.
"If I lose my temper, you're totaled man!" Andrew said, his jaw tense.
"Totally?" Bender raised his brows.
"Totally." He confirmed.
"Why don't you just shut up! Nobody here is interested anyway!" Standish yelled at Bender.
"Hey! Beauty Queen! Why don't you shut up? Because no one wants to hear you either, f.y.i!" I yelled at her.
"Why don't you both shut-up?" Andrew asked sarcastically, and turned around. He looked at Standish, and rolled his eyes. "Butt-face!"
"Excuse me?" I raised my eyebrow, my mouth was left gaping open.
"Well hey Sporto! What'd you do to get in here anyway? Forget to wash your jock?" Bender asked, leaning forward.
"Uh…guys? I think we should just write our papers." Brian added nervously.
"Quiet, nerd! Write your paper!" I yelled at him and turned back to Andrew and Bender. Bender had a mock face on and said, "It's a free country, ya know?"
"He's just doing it to get a rise outta you! Just ignore him, okay?" Standish told Andrew, leaning a little closer to him.
"Oh please, Standish. We're too…outgoing to be ignored." I said grandly. "So…are you guys going out?" I asked them. Bender smirked.
"Steady dates?" he asked.
"Lovers?" I sang.
"Come on Sporto, level with me." Bender leaned forward again. "Did you slip her the hot…beef…injection?" he said slowly.
I couldn't help but start to crack up. Distantly, I heard Standish yell, "Go to hell!" while Andrew screamed, "Enough!"
"Hey! What's going on in there!" we heard Vernon yell. I couldn't stop laughing, though. Bender put his hand over my mouth to silence my laughter. He got up, and sat on the railing.
"Why don't we close that door, huh? We can't have any kind of party with Vernon checking us out every few seconds." Bender suggested. Brian raised his hand nervously, it was clear how bad he was shaking.
"That door's supposed to stay open." He muttered.
"So? Close the door, Bender." I ordered him, waving to the door.
"Why don't you two just shut up! There's four other people in here, you know." Andrew exclaimed. I stood up, and got in his face.
"God, you can count. I knew you had to be smart to be a wrestler." Bender said.
"Who are you to order me around?" I asked him, narrowing my eyes.
"You know-you two don't even count. And if you disappeared forever, no one would notice. You may as well not even exist at this school…anywhere else, for that matter." Andrew said. I narrowed my eyes even further so they were just slits.
"Hey Bender, what do ya say we go out for some school clubs?" I said joyfully, pacing in front of the table.
"Wonderful idea. I'll just run right out and join the wrestling team!" Bender said with fake happiness.
"Oh! The prep club!" I said, pretending to idolize them. Bender and I looked at each other with fake sympathy, and together sang, "Student council."
"You know why you two knock everything?" I raised my brow, actually pretty curious to know what the Beauty Queen would say. "It's because you're afraid."
"Yes! You have it right! I tell ya, you ritchies are so smart. That's exactly why I'm not heavy in activities!" Bender said, looking to me for assurance.
"You're a big coward! Both of you!"
"I'm in the math club." I heard Brian say to my right. I looked at him and frowned slightly.
"You're afraid that you won't be accepted. You don't belong so you just have to dump all over it."
"No…and it wouldn't have anything to do with you guys being assholes, would it?" I chimed in, leaning my hands on the table.
"You don't even know any of us." Standish defended her ritchie friends.
"Yeah? And I don't know any lepers either, but I'm not gonna run out and join one of their fucking clubs." Bender said with wide eyes.
"Let's watch the mouth, huh?" Andrew asked, putting his hands up.
"Let the man use whatever language he wants, Sporto." I told him angrily.
"I'm in the physics club too."
"What are you saying?" I asked Brian, turning around.
"Well, I'm in the math club, Latin club, and the physics club…physics club." Brian said, counting on his fingers.
"Are you two in the physics club?" I asked Andrew and Standish.
"That's an academic club, though." Standish said.
"So?" Bender asked.
"Academic clubs aren't the same as other kinds of clubs." Standish shrugged.
"But it's still a club, especially to dorks like him. What do you do in this 'physics club'?" I asked Brian, sitting on the table in front of him.
"Um…we talk about physics, the properties of physics." He said, thinking.
"So it's sorta social...demented and sad, but social. Right?" Bender asked, smirking a bit at the two sitting at the front table.
"Yeah, I guess it would be. There are other children there, and then we have a big banquet, at the Hilton."
"Ah…so we've got a party on our hands, huh?" I said brightly. "You load up? You party hard?" I guessed.
"No…we, uh, get dressed up…I mean, but we don't get high." He said nervously.
"Only burners like you get high." Standish growled, narrowing her eyes. Brian chuckled a bit.
"And uh, I didn't have any shoes. So I had to borrow my dad's. It was kinda weird because my mom doesn't like me to wear other people's shoes. And uh, my cousin Kent…my cousin Kendall from, uh, Indiana-he got high once and you know, he started eating like really weird foods. And, and then he just felt like he didn't belong anywhere. You know? Kinda like you know 'Twilight Zone' kinda." He rambled on.
"Sounds like you guys." Standish giggled to herself. I glared at her, and pictured myself strangling her pretty little neck. I pictured ripping out all of her hair, and wearing it as a pair of gloves.
"Look, you guys keep up your talking and Vernon's gonna come right in here. I got a meet this Saturday and I'm not gonna miss it on account of you boneheads." Andrew told us, looking out into the hallway. I frowned, and got into his face once more.
"Wouldn't that be so sad for the wrestler. Missing a whole meet." I said with fake symptathy. I heard Bender snort to my left. "Tell me…what's so great about it anyway?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.
"You wouldn't get it. You have to have goals. Something neither one of you have." Andrew said angrily, looking at the table with a frown.
"Oh, I know…I feel all empty inside because of it. I have such a deep admiration for guys that roll around on the floor with other guys!" Bender mocked him. I smirked, but Bender continued, "In fact, I do have a goal!"
"What?" Andrew and I asked together.
"Oh yes! I wanna be just like you! I figure all I need is a lobotomy and some tights!" I couldn't help but snort at that, and get a huge grin on my face.
"You wear tights?" Brian said, eyes wide.
Andrew turned to him, glaring, "No. I don't wear tights, I wear the required uniform."
"Which…to be honest, is tights." I added in.
"Just shut up, okay?" Andrew said defensively. Bender motioned for me to sit down, so I did, and saw Vernon walk down the hall. Once he was out of sight, Bender snapped out of his seat, and walked to the door.
"What're ya doing Bender?" I asked him.
"There's not supposed to be any monkey business, you know!" Brian called. Bender turned around and pointed at him.
"Young man…have you finished your paper?" he asked in a stern voice. Bender waved me over, so I got up.
"Oh-he has an assistant!" Standish said sarcastically. I turned, and stuck my tongue out at her. She rolled her eyes, and turned away. Bender and I fought over who was going to hold the screw he just took out. Finally, he grabbed it, and I went back.
"Bender, that's-that's school property, you know, it doesn't belong to us. It's not something to be toyed with." Brian said, looking frightened. I grabbed his cheeks so they puffed out, and he had fish lips.
"Relax. We've done this before." I assured him, smiling.
"Not funny. Come on, fix it!" Andrew practically begged.
"Good job, Bender." I said, giving him a high five.
"Am I genius?" he smiled, bobbing his head.
"No, you're an asshole!" Andrew yelled.
"What a funny guy!" I said cheerily.
"Fix the door Bender!" Andrew said, pointing to the shut door.
"Everyone just…shh!" he hissed, waving his hands in the air to silence us. "I've been here before, I know what I'm doing!" Bender assured us.
"No! Fix the door! Get up there and fix it!" Andrew said, nostrils flaring.
"SHUT UP!" Bender finally yelled at him. Through the door we heard a "God dammit!" Vernon walked through, glaring at all of us-Bender and me mostly, though.
"Why is that door closed?" he asked angrily. All of us were silent, only staring at him. "Why is that door closed?" he repeated, looking at Bender and me.
"How're we supposed to know? We're not supposed to move, are we not?" I asked him. Vernon narrowed his eyes and turned to Standish.
"Why?" he asked, putting his hands on his hips.
"Um…we were just sitting here…like you told us." She said awkwardly. I silently thanked her for not ratting us out…maybe I'd let her keep her hair.
Vernon glared at me. "Who closed that door?" he asked angrily.
"I think a screw might've fallen out of it." I shrugged.
"It just closed, sir." Andrew added.
"Who?" he asked, turning his gaze to Allison. Like always, she only squeaked and put her head on the table.
"She doesn't talk." I said, shrugging again.
"Give me that screw." Vernon said, putting his hand out to Bender.
"I don't have it." He said, pushing his body away from Vernon.
"Give me the screw." He told me next.
"Psh-who carries a screw around?" I rolled my eyes, and looked in the opposite direction.
"You want me to yank you outta that seat and shake it out of you, then?" he asked. I looked up, glaring at him.
"I'd like to see you try." I raised my eyebrow.
"Look-I don't have it…she doesn't have it. Screws fall out all of the time, the world's an imperfect place." Bender said, pursing his lips.
"Give it to me, Bender…" Vernon said, holding out his hand again.
"If he wanted to steal something, wouldn't he have stolen something with more…I don't know…value?" I asked, knitting my brows together.
"You watch it, young lady." He growled, pointing straight at me.
A/N: It's getting too long, I'll write more :)