A/N: Wow, thanks for all the positive feedback! I honestly wasn't expecting that :) Okay, last chapter I had to get all of the introductions out of the way, but this chapter I'm hoping will be more interesting. There will be a change of POV every update; I hope it doesn't get confusing! Also, one thing: Am I spelling Brittany's name right? Because I have no idea :)
Disclaimer: I realized I probably need to say I also don't own the Breakfast Club. I especially don't own the Vernon monologue that I pretty much copied exactly.
Everything was so quiet. It was really starting to get on Puck's nerves.
Detention was nothing new for him; it was just this whole Saturday detention thing that really fucking pissed him off. He could be out in his car, just hitting the road, with music blasting and wind roaring through his open windows.
Instead, he was sitting here. In the silence.
He hated silence.
He lifted his legs up and slammed them onto the table, grunting as he did, just to break the silence. Hummel sitting a few tables ahead of him turned his head slightly, and the Asian basketball jock sighed, but other than that, nothing.
Then, the door flew open.
Everyone jumped. Everyone, that is, except Puck. He just smirked; nothing scared Puckzilla.
And in stormed Sue Sylvester. Goth Chick, seated at the table directly next to him, squeak a little. The woman was huge, even taller than Frankenteen over there. She strode to the center of the room and put her hands on her hips, staring out at them. Her blue eyes seemed to penetrate into their very souls. When they swept over Puck, even he squirmed a little. Not cool, dude.
"You. Are all. A disgrace." She growled, her voice low and throaty. "Every single one of you has done something that has made me wish that I could gauge my brain out through my ears. Horrible. Absolutely horrible. Especially-" She was about to raise her hand and point at someone when the door opened again.
In came the cripple kid. Puck had seen him before, wheeling his way around the school. But he was a nerd; nerds don't get in trouble. Why the hell was he here?
Ms. Sylvester spun around and gave him a look that was so evil the kid went white as a sheet.
"S-Sorry, Ms. Sylvester." He stammered.
"You're late, Mr. Abrams."
"Yeah, I know, but I actually got here on time. It's just that the only entrance with a ramp is all the way at the other end of the school, and it took me like five minutes to get there from here, so…" She waited. He was apparently done. Puck smirked.
"So? So what? You should know by now that you're handicapped, wheels. And knowing that you have to enter through the back door should have made you arrive at the school earlier in order to compensate. Another day's detention will be added to your schedule." She glanced down at a list in her hand and smirked. "So it looks like all of us are going to be here for three days! Everyone look around. These people are just as bad as you. They are just as awful and disgusting as you are. And they will be your companions for the next three Saturdays. You all make. Me. Puke."
She actually seemed ready to gag for a minute before grabbing the side of Cripple's wheelchair and shoving him towards the back of the room. He almost smashed into one of the rows of books but got it under control and steered himself to the table that Goth Chick was sitting at. When he smiled at her tentatively, she blushed and put her head down on the table.
Puck groaned.
Sylvester ignored him.
"You will all be here today from now until 4:30 p.m." A squeak of indignation escaped the mouth of a dwarf whom Puck had never seen before. Ms. Sylvester rounded on her.
"I'm sorry Miss… Berry? Do you have a problem with that?"
"Well, I mean, it's just that I'm not even really sure why I'm here but I do know I'll never do it again, and the thing is I wasn't told how long we would be here I mean I've never had detention before and isn't that two hours longer than the regular school day? That's a little harsh isn't it? It doesn't seem fair-"
"Stop talking now." She instantly did, shrinking back into her seat.
"This is not an unreasonable punishment. According to the school board, it is perfectly okay to keep you trapped in here for hours on end." She said, a smile spreading across her face.
"But kids, I unfortunately cannot stay here all day to supervise you. Instead, I will be in my office right down the hall. I can hear everything you say. I know everything that you are doing. I am watching you. Do not try anything stupid." She walked over to the librarian's desk and opened a drawer, producing a stack of paper and a bunch of pencils.
"Okay. It is now 8:06. You have exactly eight hours and twenty four minutes to ponder why you are here. You will not talk. You will not move from these seats. And you-" she indicated Puck; he glared back at her, "-will not sleep. Instead, we are going to try something a little different today. You will each write an essay, no less than a thousand words, on who you think you are and why you are here. And by essay I mean essay. Not a single work a thousand times. Is that clear, Puckerman?"
"Crystal." He called out, kicking his feet up on the table.
"Good. Maybe you'll even learn a thing or two about why you're here. Now shut up and get to work." She snarled, backing from the room. "And this door will stay open. Go it?" No one answered, but apparently that was confirmation enough for her. She left.
Puck groaned and leaned back in his chair, trying to get comfortable. He closed his eyes and was starting to drift off when…
"…who am I…" he cracked an eyelid and looked around. No one was moving. He sighed and closed his eyes again.
"…who am I…" This time Puck sat up quickly and glared at the cripple kid, who was tossing his pencil a few feet in the air and catching it as it fell back down.
"…who am-"
"Hey! Kid! Can you please shut up?" He barked. He jumped and dropped his pen on the floor. It fell and slid under his desk. He glared at it on the ground, just out of his reach, and then turned towards Puck.
"Sorry. Didn't realize I was talking out loud." He turned back and saw that Goth Chick had picked his pencil up and was holding it out to him. He smiled at her and she blushed. Puck leaned his head back, irritated.
"My name's Artie, by the way." He cocked an eyebrow.
"Why would I need to know that?" Artie shrugged, looking uncomfortable.
"Hey, can you leave him alone please?" The slightly nasally voice just worsened his mood, and he sighed and sat up fully, turning to face the hot blonde who had been checking him out from her car in the parking lot.
"Got a problem, sweetheart?" She grimaced.
"Don't call me that. And just leave the kid alone, okay?" He smirked.
"I can do what I want, when I want, sweetheart." She opened her mouth to respond, but didn't get to as Ms. Sylvester's voice rang down the hallway.
"I better not be hearing any talking down there!" The blonde rolled her eyes and faced forward again. Puck chuckled softly and glanced at his watch.
8:16.
"FUCK!" He yelled. The entire room jumped again, and a few people turned around to glare at him.
"HEY! DO I NEED TO COME DOWN THERE?" Ms. Sylvester yelled. Puck sighed loudly and leaned back again, preparing for a long day.
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