Alright, here's my attempt at furthering the plot line. I know your all in suspense mode (haha), wondering what Bender's gonna do to Vernon. Well, I don't know yet. Any suggestions would be very much appreciated. Also, right now it's a little (alright, A LOT) cliché but I'm gonna do my best to make it more interesting. Pinky swear. (

Andy

Andy stared out of the passenger window of his mom's car. They rode in silence, as always. Andy sighed and leaned his head up against the car window. Saturday and the so-called 'Breakfast Club' were the only things on his mind. He was actually looking forward to seeing his newfound friends; they were the only people that really understood him and his problems. But then that tiny, irritating voice inside his head reminded him of Claire's words that day:

"Oh, be honest, Andy...if Brian came walking up to you in the hall on Monday, what would you do?  I mean picture this; you're there with all the sports.  I know EXACTLY what you'd do, you'd say hi to him and when he left you'd cut him all up so your friends wouldn't think you really liked him!"

Andy snapped his eyes shut. He wouldn't do that. He promised that he wouldn't. He wouldn't do that to Brian, or Bender, or Allison…

'Ahh! But remember what Allison said made you bizarre? Ya can't think for yourself, sporto.'

"Dammit." Andy buried his face in his hands.

"Watch your mouth, young man." Andy looked up to the glaring face of his mother, " Do you want people to think that you were raised up with no manners?"

"Sorry, Mom." Andy murmured.

They didn't speak again for the rest of the car ride.

Shermer High School – 7:45 am – Monday

"Mondays suck." Bender looked up from his joint to see Allison's smirking face. Shermer High's parking lot was practically empty, except for Bender, and Possum, but he was so high that he was oblivious to everything and anything that was going on around him.

"Everyday sucks." He retorted. He blew a smoke ring and held out his bag to Allison.

"I don't do that shit. Heard it screws up your brain." She sat down next to him.

"Yeah, well, my brain was already messed up to begin with, so I really don't think this'll change anything." He commented, raising his eyebrows.

"That's your opinion." He gave her a look, sighed and then threw it to the side.

"Happy?"

"Very. So, have you seen any other members of TBC?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Bender wasn't surprised he was confused by what she said. The girl professed that she was a nymphomaniac, stated that when you grow up your heart "dies", and said that she could eat with her toes in practically the same conversation. She was just overall an extremely perplexing girl.

"The Breakfast Club." Allison gave him one of her trademark "Are-You- Retarded-Or-Something?" looks.

"Not followin' ya, precious."

"I mean, anyone else from Saturday! Remember? Brian signed that paper 'The Breakfast Club'?" Bender shrugged and suddenly became very interested in his shoe. He couldn't exactly tell Allison that he could care less if he ever saw those dildos again. That he never WANTED to see them again. Not Andy, not Brian, and especially not Claire. He was content with having his group of so-called "burner" friends, even if half the time they were too stoned to have an actual conversation, which, in his opinion, made them much more appealing. 'The Breakfast Club' or whatever the hell Allison had referred to the Saturday detentionees as, knew too much about him personally. They had too much power over him and over his whole damned reputation. And Claire had the power to hurt him. To hurt him in a way his stupid ass parents would absolutely die for. They would love to be able to inflict that kind of pain on him. The kind of pain that Claire could. So, it was just easier to go on living like Saturday was shit. 'Cause it was.

Allison stared at him for a second and then stood up.

"Are you coming to class?"

"I'll be around. Vernon's got it comin'."

Allison nodded and walked towards the entrance of the school.

Shermer High School – 8:05 am – Monday

"And I was all "Go to hell!" And then everyone was staring at me and it was sooo embarrassing. I mean, to actually say that to Miguel? I was just so pissed off at him, ya know? I mean, he slept with Talia Winters. Talia! She's not even pretty. Do you think she's pretty, Claire? Claire? Hel-lo! Earth to planet Claire!" Jill Russo knocked on Claire's metal locker door, which the two girls were standing and talking around. Claire blinked into attention.

"Hmm? Did you say something?" Jill stared in disgust at her best friend.

"What's your deal? You're acting all spacey. Is this about your parents again?"

"No…it's just…can I ask you something?" Claire turned to Jill, suddenly very focused. Jill shrugged and nodded.

"What would you say, hypothetically, if I started dating…a rebel?" 'A rebel?!?!' That even sounded pathetic to Claire.

"A rebel? A la James Dean? With a little bit of modernization, it'd be great."

"I wouldn't say James Dean so much as…the guys out in the parking lot?" Claire braced herself.

"Gee, Claire…uh…I'd say you were being an idiot! Those guys are so screwed. All they ever do is get high, commit felonies, and bad-mouth teachers whenever they do go to class. Those guys out there are gonna end up living in a New York gutter because they spent all of their money on dope."

"Not all of them are that bad, ya know!" Claire snapped.

"Is this about your S.D. or something? Don't tell me you met a guy there." Jill looked honestly concerned for her friend.

"So what if I did? There are things about those guys that go way beyond anything you know or would even care to know about them." Claire couldn't believe herself. 'I asserted myself! I stood up for John to my friend!'

"I'd say you were living in a state of denial. All burners are the same."

"Whatever. I'm going to homeroom." Claire breezed past Jill, "accidentally" stepping on her toe while she did.

"Ow! Hey, wait, we never go to homeroom." Jill frowned.

"You can stay out here if you want. I'm going to talk to some of my real friends." With that Claire walked into Mr. Ryan's room.

"Real friends?" Jill whispered. She shook her head. She didn't know what was bothering Claire or why she was acting like such a bitch all of a sudden, but she knew she'd weasel it out of her by lunch.