DISCLAIMER: I am no John Hughes. All I am is a fan of the
movie "The Breakfast Club." As a tribute to the man
that gave us the "brain, the athlete, the basket case, the
princess, and the criminal," this is my little fanfic set in
present day about the
*A/N: The next generation of the breakfast club sort of belong to
me, but the idea itself was based on John Hughes'
characters. Also, imagine the following young actors playing each
individual characters. This is also my take on the next
generation of Breakfast Clubbers, so keep an open mind as to whom
the actors I especially picked:
1. Ben Foster—Todd Sanders (BASKET CASE)
2. Joshua Jackson—Kyle Stone (PRINCE)
3. Joseph Gordon Levitt—Markus Beckett (BRAIN)
4. Eliza Dushku—Angela Luther (CRIMINAL)
5. Julia Stiles—Meghan Price (ATHLETE)
Also returning as the new V. P. is (talk about irony) our
favorite criminal, Mr. John Bender. Not to mention I added our
favorite brain, Brian Johnson, as the resident high school
English teacher, and our lovable jock, Andrew Clark, as the
school's head athletics coach.
Rating:
He walked down the halls that was so familiar to him. He knew
each floor crack, each faded red locker, and every other part
that he used to despise about this school, he knew them all by
heart.
"Hey, Bender!"
Vice Principal Jonathan Bender spun around, tossing the man his
infamous smirk. "What did I tell you about calling me
Bender, Clark? It's Mr. Bender to you, Andy."
Coach Andrew Clark returned the smirk, his aging eyes still
twinkling of youth. "Sorry about that, Mr.
Bender."
John smirked, "And don't you forget about that, coach."
Andrew grinned, "Man, Vernon would have a total cow if he
found out about you running Shermer High!"
"If the old geezer were dead, he'd probably be rolling
in his grave." John sneered, fondly remembering the
man that had caused such shit in his life.
"Hey, admit it, John. If it weren't for that bastard,
you wouldn't have gotten your act together and become the
man you are today." Andrew pointed out, causing the once
school juvenile to wince.
"Hey, hey, hey don't remind me. I mean, he may
have helped me a bit but if it weren't for Claire"
Suddenly, at the remembrance of the girl he had loved and
tragically lost
"Oh hey, man" Andrew's smile faded,
realizing that he had brought up a sore subject. He placed a
brotherly hand on John's shoulder, and softly said, "I'm
sorry, John. I know how much you miss her."
John cast a glance at his hand, gazing pensively at a golden band
shimmering off of the florescent lights from the lighted school
hallway. The pain jerked him back to reality as he shrugged off
Andrew's hand. His old defensive self kicked in, though his
eyes painfully revealed his heartbreaking lost. "It's
okay I'm okay, Andy in fact" He
glanced at his Rolex watch, Claire's anniversary gift to
him, winced as he just remembered how precious the watch was,
then forced a facade as he turned to Andrew. "It's near
time for another long Saturday detention."
"Y'know, I thought that once you had at least some
control over this school that you'd at least consider abolishing
that stupid Saturday detention rule." Andrew grinned,
folding his arms as he regarded his high school friend.
"And lose out on having to watch some pathetic excuse for
juvenile delinquents squirm in their seats for ten hours? Hell
no! I had to do it, so now I'm making the next generation
suffer!" As John Bender headed towards the newly renovated
library, he turned around and added, "Call it as my way of honoring
Dick Vernon's bastardity!"
Andrew laughed, watching his former classmate. He turned to the
side, acknowledging his other colleague, and another former
Breakfast Clubber, with a smile.
Mr. Brian Johnson, the resident chemistry teacher, also watched
their beloved V. P. swagger down the hall. He glanced at Andrew,
then said, "Did he just say bastardity'?"
"I know I know that's not even a
word."
Brian grinned, also folding his arms, "I don't know
coming from John's mouth, and using it to describe Vernon,
sounds about right to me"
She was the second one to enter the library that was to be there
detention hell-hole for the next ten hours.
There was another student, a young man that she barely
recognized. It wasn't until she firmly looked him over when
she realized that the hunched spaced out form was none other than
Todd Sanders, the school's resident whacked out loner. Guilt
spread through her body. She hated referring to poor Todd as the
Senior class resident oddball but that was his title. Maybe
if he wasn't so alone all the time, and probably if he at
least took better care of himself, and minus all the black crap
he wouldn't be considered the resident basket case. She had
to admit, he was fairly cute
She tightened her dark blond pony tail, sighed, and leaned back
in her seat.
For a moment, she closed her eyes. Momentarily, she recalled the
reason for her imprisonment, and shuddered. A part of her felt
that she deserved far worse of a punishment for the stunt that
she pulled, but another part well, one could only be so
thankful
"Hey, Meg. This seat taken?"
Senior Meghan Price opened her eyes, her nerves relaxing at the
familiar sight of her fellow classmate, Kyle Stone. Bringing out
the seat, she smiled, "Oh, no. Here, Kyle."
Kyle Stone flashed Meg a smile, his own nerves calmed at the
sight of a friendly face. "Thanks, Meg."
As he sat down, he added, "Oh, and great game you guys
played last week."
Meg smiled at him again, "Thanks. We almost lost it
too."
Meghan recalled that game's basketball match. As she did,
Meg reacted by placing her hand on her sore knee that she had
earned during that event. She nearly got benched because of how
hard she played.
Kyle nodded, "Well, if it wasn't for that three-point
shot you made before half time, you guys were always one up from
them."
"Thanks, Stone." She grinned. Her eyes began to gain
its twinkle again, especially as she teased, "And I bet that
I wasn't the only one that scored that night, huh
Kyle?"
The dark haired senior grinned a dazzling smile. "Aw shucks,
Meg. You flatter me"
"C'mon, Kyle who was the blonde?"
"She's a freshman name's Becky"
He paused, his grin faltering a bit, then teasingly reappeared
with, "Or was it Cassie?"
"Kyle Stone!" Meg gasped, though she knew that he was
only joking. She slapped him playfully, "Rich boys like you
make me sick"
"Hey!" He replied defensively, "I'm not like
some of the jack ass pretty boys. If I were, would I really
be attending Shermer High School—of all high
schools—mind you?"
Meg beamed, finally relaxing at the thought of at least going
through detention with someone she knew. Oh sure, they don't
run with the exact same crowd, but their friends were
associated with one another. Meg hung out with most of the
athletic people, which were considered as part of the popular
people. Kyle just happened to hang with those that weren't
exactly jocks (like the student governments, cheerleaders, and
other "upper-class" standard students).
"Uh hello."
The athlete and the prince whipped their heads, turning to gaze
(for an absolute moment) as to whom acknowledged them. They had
to admit, they were momentarily stunned to notice that the class
brain was here within their midst.
"Oh. Hey, Markus." Meg nodded, a small smile on her
face.
Kyle also nodded, though not really addressing his fellow
classmate.
Markus Beckett shyly smiled back at Meg, hitching his backpack
further up, "Hi, Meg. Oh, uh, great game last week."
Meg flashed him a grin, obviously loving the acknowledgement of
her athletic abilities. "Oh. Thanks, Mark! Didn't think
you attended the games" She trailed off, suddenly
realizing what her comment might insinuate. Stuttering, she
glanced at Kyle, who also realized what she was thinking, and
meekly turned back to Mark, "I mean I didn't
think that you that you"
Kyle jumped in, noting on Meg's nervousness, "What Meg's
saying is that she didn't realize that you might pay
attention to her wonderful athletic skills."
Markus nodded, though glumly knowing all to well what Meg was
going to say before she caught herself. It was all to common of
an assumption. Class geek attending school functions like
basketball games? Yeah right! He gave them a brave, humorous
grin, then headed towards the middle row of desks and sat down.
As he placed his bag down, he ran a weary hand through his dark
hair. He was going to reconsider taking a chance and striking up
a conversation again with Kyle and Meg, when
"FUCK!"
Everyone knew that voice all too well. All their
eyes moved towards the library entrance, gazing up the school's
resident hell's angel.
"Another God damn shitty Saturday detention"
Angela "Angel" Luther was everything and anything opposite
her given name. She made her way towards the small gang, her
whole image of teenage rebellion radiating. As she approached the
front table, occupied by Kyle and Meg, she seductively winked at
Kyle. Before sitting herself down on the table behind Kyle and
Meg, Angel made sure that she gave Meg's ponytail a good
tug.
"Hey!" Meg turned around, glaring evilly at Angel.
In response, Angel just smirked but not before flipping Meg
off.
Meg gasped, "You bitch."
Angel mock gasped. Then, in a Malibu cheerleader voice,
"Like, oh. My. God! She, like, just called me, like, a
bitch!" Then in her regular voice, "Is that all you
could come up with, Miss Thang?"
Meg grasped her chair, when she felt a hand firmly grasp her arm.
Kyle meet eyes with her, warning, "Don't, Meg."
Then glancing at Angel with distaste, "She's just
trying to get a rise out of you. That's all. Just ignore
her."
Angel sneered, folding her arms. "Hey, Richie-Rich."
Kyle glanced at Angel, and was momentarily startled by the look
she was giving him.
Angel's eyes were gleaming, her image near seductive and
angelic. "Honey, you couldn't ignore me if you
tried."
Kyle's mouth gaped, but for a brief second as he realized
that she was just mocking him. He turned around, but not before
getting a second glance at Angel's teasing eyes.
Okay... how's that? Should I or should I not continue? Please R&R. Usually I wouldn't stop writing a fanfic that I just started, but I have many other fanfics I'm working on. If I get good replies to this one, then I'll continue. Again, R&R.