(A/N: Hey guys! Here is part two... Disclaimer since I do not own the breakfast club nor the Disney enterprise no matter how much I want too! Oh and I had forgotten to mention this in my earlier chapter but this will be using the same couple pairings that happened in the movie... Anyhow, I hope you enjoy it!)
Chapter 2: Rules
No pov:
After a couple minutes of waiting, Claude Frollo walked in, dressed in one of his suits that he always wears. He was known to enjoy disciplining students and was known to hate teens, as he enjoyed to make their high school experiences a living hell. It was a wonder he even got the job as Assistant Principal. He gave each students a smirk before addressing them. "Well, well… Here we are! I want to congratulate you for being on time." he said snidely, Jasmine raising her hand.
"Excuse me sir, I think there's been a mistake. I know it's detention but… like… I don't think I belong here…" she said, flipping her hair off her shoulder. Esmeralda snorted as Frollo continued, obviously not caring that Jasmine had said something. "It is now seven oh six. You have exactly eight hours and fifty four minutes to think about why you're here. To ponder the error of your ways." he continued. Esmeralda spit onto the library floor earning a gag from Jasmine. "...and you may not talk. You will not move from your seats… and you…" he said, turning towards Esmeralda and removing the chair from under her feet. "...will not sleep. Alright people, we are going to try something a little different today. We are going to write an essay, of no less than a thousand words, describing to me who you think you are." He finished, beginning to hand out the sheets of paper and pencils to each of the students. "Is this a test?" Esmeralda asks with a sarcastic tone in her voice.
After heading to the front of the room, Frollo turned around and faced them. "And when I say essay, I mean essay! I do not mean a single word repeated a thousand times. Is that clear Gypsy Girl?" He asked throwing a glare towards Esmeralda. Esmeralda looks up and throws a glare back at him "Crystal…" she spat out, Frollo unfazed by the venom coming out of that word. "Good. Maybe you'll learn a little something about yourself. Maybe you'll even decide whether or not you care to return." Frollo said, which led to Milo standing and raising his hand. "You know, I can answer that right now sir...That'd be "No", no for me, because…" Milo said before being told to sit down by Frollo. He points out the door. "My office, ...is right across that hall. Any monkey business is ill-advised…" He said, looking around at the students. "Any questions?" he asked, Esmeralda smirking.
"Yeah, I got a question…" She says, Frollo giving her a look of suspicion. "Does Barley Manilow know you raid his wardrobe?" She asked, hearing a small snicker coming from Belle. "I'll give you the answer to that question, Gypsy Girl, next Saturday. Don't mess with the bull young lady, you'll get the horns." Frollo said before leaving. "That man… is a brownie hound." Esmeralda said, putting her legs up on the desk. Naveen and Jasmine started to take their jackets off when they heard a loud clicking noise. Milo turned and saw Belle chewing her nails. The others turned around and gazed in astonishment at her. She looked up first looking at Milo, Jasmine and Naveen and then at Esmeralda before continuing. "You keep eating your hand and you're not going to be hungry for lunch…" Esmeralda said, causing Belle to bite her nail and spit it at Esmeralda. "I've seen you before, you know…" Esmeralda said, sending an unamused look towards the girl.
Of course she knew Belle, they use to be friends before Esmeralda moved away. Belle was always considered odd, preferring books and writing letters to using computers and playing video games, and Esmeralda was always sticking up for her. Esmeralda didn't mind her little quotes and was quite amused when she pointed out how she doesn't give two shits about what everyone else had thought. After Esmeralda moved though, they drifted. When Esmeralda came back, Belle and her had chosen different cliques.
Frollo looked outside his office at through the library door at the kids before going back to reading the paper. Milo begins playing with his pen, unsure of how to do the essay. Could it be like a simple English essay, a letter type essay (A/N: I've actually been told to do one of these last year XD), or a science research essay. Another way that he was stumped was how to start the essay itself. "Who do I think I am? Who are you? Who are you?" He mumbled to himself, chewing lightly on the top of his pen. "I am a walrus…" he said loudly, earning a look of confusion coming from Esmeralda. Milo realized that he said this out loud and let out a small laugh, blushing with embarrassment. The two noticed that they both had begun taking their jackets off at the same time, Milo stopping not wanting to upset her. Esmeralda took hers fully off as Milo rubbed his hands together pretending to be cold and pulling his jacket on again.
"It's the shits, huh?" Milo said, hoping to break the ice. Esmeralda sent an icy glare towards causing Milo to let out another uncomfortable laugh before she turned away. She glared at the piece of paper before crumpling it and tossing it over Jasmine's head. Jasmine and Naveen watched the wadded up piece of paper fly over their heads, choosing to ignore the rebellious chick behind them. Belle gazed amusingly as she watched Esmeralda pretend to play the drums. "I can't believe this is really happening to me…" Jasmine said to Naveen, a pout going across her lips. Esmeralda sat up straight as a thought crossed her mind. " Oh, shit! What're we supposed to do if we hafta take a piss?" She said, Naveen and Jasmine giving her a glare. "Please.." Jasmine said. "Will you just shut up!" Naveen growled, his temper flaring a bit. "You're pretty sexy when you get angry...grrr!" Esmeralda teased, Belle snorting in amusement at her antics.
Esmeralda turned towards Milo. "Hey, homeboy…,why don't you go close that door. We'll have fun messing with the Prom Queen over there." She said, Jasmine turning and glaring at the girl. "Why don't you just shut up! Nobody here is interested!" Jasmine snarled, Naveen nodding his head in agreement. "Bitch…" Naveen muttered. "Well hey Sporto! What'd you do to get in here? Forget to wash your jock?" She shot back, Milo gulping at the thought of a fight coming through. " Um excuse me, guys? I think we should just write our papers…" Milo said, coming in between the two. Naveen ignored the boy, his anger already pointed at Esmeralda. "Look, just because you live in here doesn't give you the right to be a pain in the ass...so knock it off!" He growled, his fist clenching. She mocked a look of pain. "It's a free country…" She said, a smirk placed coyly on her face. Jasmine reached out and touched Naveen's shoulder to get his attention "She's just doing it to get a rise out of you! Just ignore her…" She said, shooting a short glare towards the other girl. Esmeralda smirked before leaning closer to the girl. "Sweetheart… you couldn't ignore me even if you tried." She said as she was inches away. Jasmine just rolled her eyes and returned to looking at her paper, Naveen copying her move.
"So...so!" Esmeralda began, walking to beside Jasmine before leaning against the shelf
"Are you guys like boyfriend/girlfriend?" She asked, leaning in closer. The two ignored her, not giving her any response. "Steady dates?" She asked, her arms going to her hips. Naveen began to clench his fists. "Lo-vers?" She asked, a bit of a mocking tone poking through as she leaned forward. Jasmine's eye began to twitch a little bit. "Come on Sporto, level with me. Are you tapping that?" (A/N: I seriously hate that saying. Its so impersonal and vulgar…) She asked, a smirk appearing on her lips as she said the last part a little longer than the rest. That was when the two snapped. "GO TO HELL!" Jasmine yelled, her face turning a dark shade of red from her anger. "Enough!" Naveen yelled, his fist banging on the table.
Frollo slammed his paper down on the desk. "Hey! What's going on in there?" He yelled. When he heard the students quiet down he went back to his paper. "Smug little pricks!" He muttered, going back to his paper.
-to be continued-