Ch. 1
A/N: Good Evening Campers! My name is Bambi and welcome to my very first Breakfast Club fanfic. I've been a fan of the movie for years and recently decided to write for it. I hope you all love it. I do not/never have/probably nor will I ever own the rights to The Breakfast Club or any of it's characters. They belong to the late great John Hughes. I do own Tatiana though. Now, please enjoy.
Newly thrown out of Hollywood childstar, Tatiana Easton was awoken by a wailing of an alarm clock, a banging sound on her bedroom door, and the noisy sounds of her long haired criminal fuck buddy hastily getting dressed. "Relax, she's not gonna come in here," Tatiana assured her company John Bender. "You don't know that. Hey, you got detention today right?" John asks. "Unfortunately," Tatiana replies. "Good. Maybe we could have seen fun." John gives her a devilish smirk. "We'll see," Tatiana says as she slips out of bed with a white comforter wrapped around her body. "Later, Dollface." John waves before climbing out her window.
It's been like this since they met at the lake this part summer. John was hot, fun, exciting. She feels invincible with him. "Tatiana Easton wake up before you make us both late today!" Her Aunt Viola yells. "Five more minutes, Aunt Vi. Please." Tatiana whined. "That was an hour ago. Get up!" Vi demanded. Tatiana begrudgingly wakes up. In forty-five minutes she is due at Shermer. For, get this, Saturday detention! All because of a miniscule altercation. Back in California, she'd be praised and admired for such a feet. However, in backwards Shermer, it's punishment.
And only forty-five minutes? Please! It takes her an hour just to decide what to wear. Vernon, John, and whomever else is just going to have to wait. The president of the drama club must look perfect for her adoring public. It's been the same thing since she was a kid doing commercials and kept up through her wildly popular tv show, Working Mom. Where she played Little Priscilla. Even to now as a normal high school student. "Tatiana Raquel I'm about to leave you!" Aunt Vi shouted again. Her make up wasn't even done! Tatiana grabs her things and then leaves.
"Finally! You're going to be late." Aunt Vi sighs as they walk to the car. Tatiana pouts all the way there. They pull up to Shermer as Tatiana is now two minutes late for detention. "Listen, I know it's been hard between the show letting you go, your mom passing away, and your dad walking out on but sweetheart you can't fight about it." Aunt Vi soothed. Tatiana wasn't having any of it. "Whatever, just don't be late." Tatiana scoffed before getting out of the car. She's now five minutes late for detention. She didn't care. It was time to greet her adoring public. She walked to the library, heels clicking loudly.
She could hear the booking voice of Shermer's assistant principal, Mr. Richard Vernon or Dick as John calls him. Showtime! She dramatically throws open the library's double doors and smiles wide. "Vernon darling!" Tatiana exclaimed using her Hollywood voice. Every eye in the place is now on her. Vernon is pissed. "Easton, you're late." Vernon grimaced. "I'm terribly sorry but I had to look beautiful for my public." She graciously applogized gesturing towards her fellow detainees. "I see. Well, I hope you really love your public because you earned yourself another Saturday." Vernon demands. "Oh please, Vernon. I'm sure you find something else for me to do. Like bang eraser's or volunteer." Tatiana offers up ideas. "Another one. Now take a seat." Vernon demands. "If I must." Tatiana sighs before walking down the short strip of tables. At the front right table is Claire Standish. Red hair, popular, wore far too much pink. She and Tati had no issues but that doesn't mean she wants to sit with her.
Plus, Claire was already sitting next to Andrew Clarke. Wrestler, Meat head, and yet a total dream boat. However, not Tatiana's type. He did ask her out once but she turned him down. Behind them, her fuck buddy and occasional weed dealer John Bender. She would sit next to him but they weren't exclusive. Across from John was some blonde nerdy kid. And behind him some Depeche Mode looking girl draped in black. Tatiana was almost certain her name was Amy. "Today, Easton." Vernon bellows. Tatiana couldn't take his mouth anymore.
So, she struts up to the empty table beside Claire and Andrew. "Drama Queen." Andrew mumbles under his breath. She rolls her eyes and pulls out her make up bag. "As I was saying, I want an essay on who you think you are." Vernon states. "Is this a test?" John questions worriedly. "You will not sleep, you will not move, and you will not do your make up." Vernon chastises as John sits up and Vernon confiscates her make up bag. "Sir, that is a very expensive make up bag. Please be careful." Tatiana cries.
"Easton, if I wanted to see you act I'll just turn on one of Working Mom's very special episodes. Any questions?" Vernon asks. "I have a question. Does Barry Manilow know you raid his wardrobe?" John asks. "I'll tell you that next Saturday." Vernon points before leaving. "That man is a brownie hound." John sighs
A/N: And there you have it! The first chapter of my first Breakfast Club story. I can assure you that next chapter will not be put this late. It'll be up Thursdays at 12 on. Thank you so much for reading. I hope you liked the intro to Tatiana. I can't wait for you guys to really get to know her. Please like, comment, and review. Bye!