Hey guys!
I'm so sorry for the wait, but other things have kept me busy and distracted from my writing lately. But, as requested, here is the long-awaited (I think not!) 3rd chapter of 'Resistance'. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing these things and please leave a review if you can! I love hearing what you guys think of my work and I really enjoy reading your comments.
As always, I do not own 'The Breakfast Club' or any of it's characters except my own (Sherry Dolenz, Marcia, Tilly and Donna).
Enjoy, and Don't You Forget About Me!
Love,
RavenclawCookie
Claire Standish was nervous. Extremely nervous. She couldn't believe she was doing this; but here she was, stood on the cobbled street opposite the huge ivory mansion that belonged to her former-friend Sherry. She swallowed anxiously every couple of minutes, the saliva seeming to stick in her throat. What if Bender (perhaps out for a stroll with his rock 'n' roll buddies ) would spot her - and then what? Her mind plunged into the pitiful descent of self-loathing at that thought. Her blood ran cold and her eyes watered, knowing she would most likely lose Bender for good.
She had told him of the cruel way in which they spoke of him when they discovered she was dating the criminal - as if acid was burning their flesh when his name tumbled off their tongues. He asked her not to speak to them and she willingly agreed, wanting nothing more to do with them. They were history…
Or so she thought.
They had unexpectedly invited her for an outing, accompanying them to go shopping. Surprised and bemused by their invitation, Claire accepted and said nothing to Bender, for she knew what the outcome would be.
She didn't want to think about that, as she stood beside the tall row of neatly-trimmed hedges lining the street. Sherry's house was even larger than Claire's - and that was saying something - and her wealth was of an unbelievable standard. Claire couldn't resist the thought of being amongst the popular people again, even though, deep down, she swore to herself from the very bottom of her heart that she would never even dare to utter one word to the Richies she used to call 'friends'. To be perfectly honest, Claire knew their had never truly been a bond between them. Their relationship was built upon empty promises, their family status and the cruelty of their actions to inferior students at Shermer High School. There was no connection, no affection between true friends.
Nothing.
So why was she here? To that question, Claire could respond with no answer. Her mind was in uproar, battling against itself in a civil war of conflict and she could do nothing to rid herself of the torment. She was simply doing what she always used to do when she had doubts: she went along with everything her friends said.
"Claire!" An ecstatic shriek of false delight reached the Princess in her silent daydream and she snapped back to her senses, suddenly face-to-face with Sherry Dolenz. "Hey Claire-Bear! It's so good to see you!" She enveloped Claire in a sickly-sweet fragranced embrace before pulling away, almost eagerly.
"Hey Sherry." Claire said, forcing a smile as authentically as she could.
"We all ready for our little outing?" Sherry giggled. Her ash-blonde hair was back-combed and rolled into huge messy waves. Her emerald eyes were framed by a thick rim of electric-blue and her skinny frame was draped in the latest designer jumper and pretty much nothing else.
Claire, however, kept her look simple. Her crimson hair was in its usual wavy bob and make-up (apart from a smear of cherry gloss on her full lips) was absent. She was dressed in a pale pink blazer, ivory shirt and frilled skirt, finished magnificently by a pair of shiny black ankle-boots.
"Hey," Sherry began, her crimson lips puckered in an apologetic pout, "I just want to say how sorry I am for all that nasty business with you and your little geeky friend. I guess I just miss having my Claire-Bear around, you know?"
"Yeah, I guess I missed you too." Claire lied, her voice dull. Sherry, thankfully, did not seem to notice her lack of enthusiasm and trapped Claire in another bone-crushing hug.
"Come on, the girls are waiting!" Sherry squealed, before grabbing Claire's hand and yanking her onto the sidewalk.
They met at the Mall, the fountain gushing turquoise liquid onto the tiled well (littered by countless pennies bearing each individual's wish) behind them. They were all giggling madly; all except Claire, who was solemn.
"Claire-Bear," That name was beginning to really grate on Claire's nerves. How had she coped before? "Are you okay?" Sherry asked, pretending to look concerned and resuming her original heartfelt pout.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Claire said, shooting Sherry weak smile. It was all she could muster at a time like this. She was regretting the whole thing.
Sherry paused for a moment, cocking her brilliantly-blonde head to one side before saying. "Miss your boyfriend?"
Claire looked up from the ground she'd been studying for the past half-hour with sudden surprise. "Y-yeah, I guess I am." She replied listlessly.
"Don't. He's not worth it." Sherry sniggered, before striding off to join a nearby gaggle of girls.
Fury mounted in Claire's veins like the sharp, sweet poison of a viper's sting at Sherry's words and marched over, about to confront the oblivious bitch when they suddenly trooped off to a nearby restaurant, almost trampling Claire along the way.
The richies (their cute little gang finally whole once more with the long-awaited reunion of their beloved Claire-Bear) sat down, ate heartily and giggled even more. Claire barely touched her food, even though Sherry practically forced it into her mouth.
"Anyway!" Sherry announced grandly, spooning up another scoop of her triple-sundae, "What do you guys think of that Allison girl in our year? Can you believe Andy's still dating her?! I mean, what is that guy thinking?!"
The girls snickered viciously; discussing other people in a negative way was one of their favourite pastimes.
"Is he blind?!" One girl -Marcia, her name was- chipped in.
"She's so weird!" Tilly heckled, grinning maliciously.
"She's obviously into some weird satanic ritual crap because of all that dark make-up she wears!" Donna snorted, crossing her arms indignantly.
"What do you think of her, Claire?" Sherry smirked, turning to look at Claire, who was red-faced and shaking with anger. Dolenz's emerald eyes glimmered wickedly, knowing this topic had hit Claire hard, just the way she had intended. "You hang round with her don't you?"
"Oooh, what's she like?" Tilly piped up once more.
"Is she really freaky?!" Added Marcia.
"Don't tell me you actually like her, Claire-Bear!" Shot Donna.
Claire was red-faced and burning with anger, but as she looked upon the faces of her peers, she was overcome with emptiness that made the fire in her heart (the fire that Bender had once said her loved so much about her) fade like a wilted flower, for she knew the answer she must give. She couldn't stop herself. It was as though she was possessed, and someone else was forcing the words from her lips…
"Allison? Yeah, she's so weird. I don't even know why I hang round with her. She tags onto Andy like a little puppy. What a freak!"
Her heart shattered in two and she mentally kicked herself, imploring Allison's forgiveness.
The girls roared with appreciative laughter and Sherry smiled a satisfactory smile. They left the restaurant after paying (with a large flamboyant tip from Sherry) and were about to head home when Claire heard her name from between the crowds.
"Claire?" It was soft, but not so that she could not hear. It drifted to her through she sea of shopper's and Claire's heart faltered at it's sound. She turned and there stood Allison, Andy's hand gripped in her own. The jock stood beside her, the ice cream he was holding melting down his midnight-blue jumper, his face contorted with a mixture of anger and confusion at she sight of Claire with her friends. They had just come out of the old-fashioned record store 'TRAX'. Allison thought she would have had to drag Andy in there to allow her a moment's dive into the world of music, but he accepted happily without protest and even bought her a new 'The Smith's' record. The vinyl was tucked under her arm as she stood, facing Claire like an old western shoot-out movie.
"Claire?" Allison whispered, her pale face drained of the only colour that remained.
"I'm sorry." Claire shrugged, her stomach aching with guilt before she turned her back on the pair and ran off to join her friends. Her knees felt weak, her eyes were beginning to blur with tears but she kept on walking, even though her legs threatened to buckle in their little black boots. She wiped the tears away with a manicured hand and inhaled a deep breath, still able to feel Allison and Andy's eyes upon her as she walked shamefully away from her true friends, the only people she'd been able to connect with. The only people that she had been able to talk to without spinning up a lie. The only people who she felt she could trust, who trusted her. The only people who understood her and Bender's relationship and did not criticize it. The only people who wouldn't tell him about this, any of it, if she had simply ran over to them and forgotten all about Sherry. But no, she had taken a left turn and landed herself in the deepest trouble imaginable.
They were going to tell Bender, and it would be the end of their relationship.
Well guys, that's it for now! I will try my very best to update and post chapter 4 as soon as I can!
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Love,
RavenclawCookie
