Title: A Breakfast Club Parody (3/?)
Author: Wari
E-mail: fa_chan@yahoo.com
Rating: R for bad language, drug use, and SLASH
Archive?: Sure, just ask for my permission.
Feedback: I crave your comments so bring them on!
Comments: This is based solely on the classic 80s flick, "The Breakfast Club."
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Mighty Ducks characters. Disney does. And as for "The Breakfast Club", I don't claim any rights to it, either. I'm not that brilliant, you know? :P
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"I dunno about you guys, but did he just threaten us?"
Dean received no replies. He shrugged to himself and got out of his chair, walking over to check if the coast was clear. From what he saw, Dean Buckley was nowhere in sight. He cackled gleefully and turned around, clearing his throat as if he was going to make an important announcement.
"Excuse me, everyone."
"Shut up, Portman. We don't want anymore trouble," muttered Charlie, who had folded up his sheet of paper into a football and was trying to play a game with himself..
"Was I speaking to you?"
Charlie flipped him off.
"The feeling's mutual," answered Dean. "Well, before I was so rudely interrupted by Mister Know-It-All," he shot Charlie an cutting look, "I was going to suggest that we go close that door. Now, what do you say, class?"
"Portman, just fuckin' leave everyone out of this. YOU may be a sad-ass loser in detention, but WE're not. So don't try to rub your sorry state of affairs on the rest of us."
Dean scoffed and got out of his chair. "Excuse me? *I* am the sorry one? I wouldn't be talking if I were you, Sport-o." He strode over to Charlie's table, bending over so he was eye-level with the other teen. "All you do is beat other guys with your little stick and get a fancy letterman jacket for it. You'll never be anything but one of the school's robots, I'm afraid." Straightening up, Dean made his way to another table and leaned against it, smiling complacently.
Charlie fumed. "Well, what do you know about being a hockey player, Portman? You've never done anything useful in your screwed up life."
"Oh, really? I may not be the hot-shot, varsity hockey team captain, but I know what goes on around here. I know how this school works."
"Bull!" cried Charlie, now standing up and sneering. "You don't even count, you know that? You might as well not exist at this school."
A momentary silence engulfed the room.
Julie stared at Charlie and Dean, biting her lip. She certainly hadn't expected their argument to get this far. A few feet away sat Ken, who was also staring at the two. He idly wondered what would happen between them if the verbal confrontation escalated into an all-out, physical brawl.
Not pretty, he imagined.
Meanwhile, Adam's eyes were glued to the pair ever since the first insults were exchanged. He noticed how Dean had slightly wavered, perhaps caught off guard when Charlie accused him of being a nobody.
Adam snorted derisively.
So Dean Portman wasn't made out of solid rock. He could be hurt just like anyone else in this room -- simple as that. Adam grinned impishly at the thought.
"Well," Dean began, running a hand through his curly hair and rubbing the bridge of his nose. "How about I just run right out and join the hockey team?" he enthusiastically squealed, smugly taking in Charlie's sour expression. "Ooh! Or maybe the Prep club or the Student Council? What do you think, Sport-o?"
Charlie let out a ridiculing laugh. "They wouldn't want you."
"Hey, do you know why guys like you have to knock everything?" asked Julie, unexpectedly cutting into their argument.
Dean turned his head, acknowledging her presence. "Enlighten me, babe," he encouraged her with a dismissive yawn.
"You knock everything because you're afraid."
Dean tried not to laugh at Julie's half-baked deduction. Instead, he put on a stupefied look and gasped.
"Omigod! You richies are so smart! In fact, you hit the nail right on the head, sweet-thing. Gee, I wonder how long it took you to come up with that one."
Julie stared at him with disdain. "First of all -- don't call me that. And second of all -- you're nothing but a coward."
Before Dean could respond to her claim, it was Ken's turn to join the conversation.
"Uh, I'm in the Advanced Placement Calculus club."
After receiving several odd stares coming from four pair of eyes, Ken was ignored once more as Dean finally spoke up against Julie's allegation.
"It wouldn't have anything to do with you 'activities people' being bonafide ass-holes now, would it?"
Julie stuck her nose up defiantly, like she had everything figured out. "You're scared that you don't belong."
"I'm in the Physics club, too."
Dean's forehead wrinkled as he spun around to stare in annoyance at Ken.
"What the hell are you going on about, man??" he questioned.
Ken blinked owlishly and began counting his fingers. "I'm in the Calculus club, the Latin club, and the Physics club."
Dean abruptly turned away from Ken to wryly address Julie. "So, are YOU in the Physics club?"
Julie threw him an indignant look. "Of course not. That's an academic club."
"So?"
"Well, that's different from other clubs," Julie stated matter-of-factly.
Dean gave a short laugh and Julie frowned. "What's so funny?" she asked.
"Well, it seems to me that to dorks like him," he paused, pointing to Ken from across the aisle, "they aren't any different." Dean spun away from her to face Ken, asking, "So what do you do in Physics club?"
Ken took a moment to think about it. "Well, we talk about physics in general and its aspects. Mostly properties and such."
Dean grinned and slinked over to Julie's table -- all while steering clear of Charlie, who still looked pissed from their earlier fight.
"From the looks of it, it's kind of social," he assessed, rubbing the fact in Julie's face. "Demented and sad, but social."
Julie slowly began to turn as pink as her sweater when Ken spoke up again, completely oblivious to Dean's insult. "Um, the Physics club is pretty cool and we do a lot of things. Like, at the end of the year, we have a banquet and everybody dresses up. Last year, I had to borrow my dad's dress shoes and my mom got mad at me. She has this thing about me wearing other people's shoes. Well, anyway, she was pissed --" he stopped to take a quick breath and a glance at everyone, "-- and sometimes, at the banquets, there'd be these kids hanging out behind the building and getting high. I mean, they seemed pretty cool and all, but drugs are bad. Oh, don't get me wrong or anything! Personally, I have no problem with getting high and…"
Charlie couldn't take it anymore. They were being too damn loud! He was afraid that Dean Buckley might come in any minute and they'd be in even more trouble than before.
"Hey, shut up!" he warned and Ken finally stopped his ranting. Everyone stared at him and he felt slightly uncomfortable; consequently, he became defensive.
"Hey, I can't afford to stay here any longer than I have to, okay? I have an important game tonight against Blake Academy and I can't screw it up because of you all."
"Boo hoo. You're breakin' our hearts, Sport-o. Too disappointed that you're not gonna be able to sate your sado-masochistic desires by beating those other robots with your wittle sticky-wicky?"
A sudden noise, sounding oddly like a 'squeak', made everybody's heads whip around to the corner of the room. Adam, his slim, black denim-clad legs akimbo, had fallen out of his chair to land as a messy heap on the floor. At seeing four curious faces observing him, he swiftly scurried back to his chair and sat down, facing away from the group.
Dean spoke, raising a brow at Ken, Julie, and Charlie. "My, he's a weird one, isn't he?"
Ignoring the comment, Charlie glared at Dean and picked up where they'd left off on their discussion. "You wouldn't know anything about it, Portman. The competition, the rush. You just don't know."
Dean looked at him as if he'd grown another head. "Hey, at least I know that it's pretty retarded to be chasing around a little, black, urinal cake, all while skating after some robot and whackin' it with a stick."
Julie couldn't help but snicker, while Ken looked amazed.
"Wow, you guys play with urinal cakes and whack robots?" he asked with wide eyes.
Charlie, who did not find the slandering of his beloved sport funny in the slightest bit, glared at Ken. "Shut up!" He then turned to Dean and shook his head. "And you -- I could care less about. You'll never understand anything."
"Aw, you're breakin' my heart. Really," Dean responded, clutching his chest melodramatically.
"Fuck you, man."
Dean beamed. "Ditto, Sport-o."
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Wari: Wow! Thanks for all the reviews, everyone!
NYgoldfish54 -- Thanks for reading! I'm glad you like it!
Rei-rei -- You rock! And sorry about your family. I know how they are, but cheer up coz you're not gonna be in school forver! Lol
Bottles -- You've got to write more of your Adam/Charlie family series!! I absolutely loved "So You Want To Drink Alcohol." That was so cute! Oh, and I hope you enjoyed Ken's rant in this chapter. I love Ken. He's my baby daddy. ;)
Geometrygal -- Haha, have you been seeing the insinuated slash so far? It's really subtle!
Little Kaori solo Yuy-Maxwell -- OMG, you like Gundam Wing, too?? Kool! Haha, thanks for the review!
And Quimby -- Ah, my favorite Cake-Eater! I'm glad you're enjoying the madness so far. ^__^
Author: Wari
E-mail: fa_chan@yahoo.com
Rating: R for bad language, drug use, and SLASH
Archive?: Sure, just ask for my permission.
Feedback: I crave your comments so bring them on!
Comments: This is based solely on the classic 80s flick, "The Breakfast Club."
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Mighty Ducks characters. Disney does. And as for "The Breakfast Club", I don't claim any rights to it, either. I'm not that brilliant, you know? :P
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"I dunno about you guys, but did he just threaten us?"
Dean received no replies. He shrugged to himself and got out of his chair, walking over to check if the coast was clear. From what he saw, Dean Buckley was nowhere in sight. He cackled gleefully and turned around, clearing his throat as if he was going to make an important announcement.
"Excuse me, everyone."
"Shut up, Portman. We don't want anymore trouble," muttered Charlie, who had folded up his sheet of paper into a football and was trying to play a game with himself..
"Was I speaking to you?"
Charlie flipped him off.
"The feeling's mutual," answered Dean. "Well, before I was so rudely interrupted by Mister Know-It-All," he shot Charlie an cutting look, "I was going to suggest that we go close that door. Now, what do you say, class?"
"Portman, just fuckin' leave everyone out of this. YOU may be a sad-ass loser in detention, but WE're not. So don't try to rub your sorry state of affairs on the rest of us."
Dean scoffed and got out of his chair. "Excuse me? *I* am the sorry one? I wouldn't be talking if I were you, Sport-o." He strode over to Charlie's table, bending over so he was eye-level with the other teen. "All you do is beat other guys with your little stick and get a fancy letterman jacket for it. You'll never be anything but one of the school's robots, I'm afraid." Straightening up, Dean made his way to another table and leaned against it, smiling complacently.
Charlie fumed. "Well, what do you know about being a hockey player, Portman? You've never done anything useful in your screwed up life."
"Oh, really? I may not be the hot-shot, varsity hockey team captain, but I know what goes on around here. I know how this school works."
"Bull!" cried Charlie, now standing up and sneering. "You don't even count, you know that? You might as well not exist at this school."
A momentary silence engulfed the room.
Julie stared at Charlie and Dean, biting her lip. She certainly hadn't expected their argument to get this far. A few feet away sat Ken, who was also staring at the two. He idly wondered what would happen between them if the verbal confrontation escalated into an all-out, physical brawl.
Not pretty, he imagined.
Meanwhile, Adam's eyes were glued to the pair ever since the first insults were exchanged. He noticed how Dean had slightly wavered, perhaps caught off guard when Charlie accused him of being a nobody.
Adam snorted derisively.
So Dean Portman wasn't made out of solid rock. He could be hurt just like anyone else in this room -- simple as that. Adam grinned impishly at the thought.
"Well," Dean began, running a hand through his curly hair and rubbing the bridge of his nose. "How about I just run right out and join the hockey team?" he enthusiastically squealed, smugly taking in Charlie's sour expression. "Ooh! Or maybe the Prep club or the Student Council? What do you think, Sport-o?"
Charlie let out a ridiculing laugh. "They wouldn't want you."
"Hey, do you know why guys like you have to knock everything?" asked Julie, unexpectedly cutting into their argument.
Dean turned his head, acknowledging her presence. "Enlighten me, babe," he encouraged her with a dismissive yawn.
"You knock everything because you're afraid."
Dean tried not to laugh at Julie's half-baked deduction. Instead, he put on a stupefied look and gasped.
"Omigod! You richies are so smart! In fact, you hit the nail right on the head, sweet-thing. Gee, I wonder how long it took you to come up with that one."
Julie stared at him with disdain. "First of all -- don't call me that. And second of all -- you're nothing but a coward."
Before Dean could respond to her claim, it was Ken's turn to join the conversation.
"Uh, I'm in the Advanced Placement Calculus club."
After receiving several odd stares coming from four pair of eyes, Ken was ignored once more as Dean finally spoke up against Julie's allegation.
"It wouldn't have anything to do with you 'activities people' being bonafide ass-holes now, would it?"
Julie stuck her nose up defiantly, like she had everything figured out. "You're scared that you don't belong."
"I'm in the Physics club, too."
Dean's forehead wrinkled as he spun around to stare in annoyance at Ken.
"What the hell are you going on about, man??" he questioned.
Ken blinked owlishly and began counting his fingers. "I'm in the Calculus club, the Latin club, and the Physics club."
Dean abruptly turned away from Ken to wryly address Julie. "So, are YOU in the Physics club?"
Julie threw him an indignant look. "Of course not. That's an academic club."
"So?"
"Well, that's different from other clubs," Julie stated matter-of-factly.
Dean gave a short laugh and Julie frowned. "What's so funny?" she asked.
"Well, it seems to me that to dorks like him," he paused, pointing to Ken from across the aisle, "they aren't any different." Dean spun away from her to face Ken, asking, "So what do you do in Physics club?"
Ken took a moment to think about it. "Well, we talk about physics in general and its aspects. Mostly properties and such."
Dean grinned and slinked over to Julie's table -- all while steering clear of Charlie, who still looked pissed from their earlier fight.
"From the looks of it, it's kind of social," he assessed, rubbing the fact in Julie's face. "Demented and sad, but social."
Julie slowly began to turn as pink as her sweater when Ken spoke up again, completely oblivious to Dean's insult. "Um, the Physics club is pretty cool and we do a lot of things. Like, at the end of the year, we have a banquet and everybody dresses up. Last year, I had to borrow my dad's dress shoes and my mom got mad at me. She has this thing about me wearing other people's shoes. Well, anyway, she was pissed --" he stopped to take a quick breath and a glance at everyone, "-- and sometimes, at the banquets, there'd be these kids hanging out behind the building and getting high. I mean, they seemed pretty cool and all, but drugs are bad. Oh, don't get me wrong or anything! Personally, I have no problem with getting high and…"
Charlie couldn't take it anymore. They were being too damn loud! He was afraid that Dean Buckley might come in any minute and they'd be in even more trouble than before.
"Hey, shut up!" he warned and Ken finally stopped his ranting. Everyone stared at him and he felt slightly uncomfortable; consequently, he became defensive.
"Hey, I can't afford to stay here any longer than I have to, okay? I have an important game tonight against Blake Academy and I can't screw it up because of you all."
"Boo hoo. You're breakin' our hearts, Sport-o. Too disappointed that you're not gonna be able to sate your sado-masochistic desires by beating those other robots with your wittle sticky-wicky?"
A sudden noise, sounding oddly like a 'squeak', made everybody's heads whip around to the corner of the room. Adam, his slim, black denim-clad legs akimbo, had fallen out of his chair to land as a messy heap on the floor. At seeing four curious faces observing him, he swiftly scurried back to his chair and sat down, facing away from the group.
Dean spoke, raising a brow at Ken, Julie, and Charlie. "My, he's a weird one, isn't he?"
Ignoring the comment, Charlie glared at Dean and picked up where they'd left off on their discussion. "You wouldn't know anything about it, Portman. The competition, the rush. You just don't know."
Dean looked at him as if he'd grown another head. "Hey, at least I know that it's pretty retarded to be chasing around a little, black, urinal cake, all while skating after some robot and whackin' it with a stick."
Julie couldn't help but snicker, while Ken looked amazed.
"Wow, you guys play with urinal cakes and whack robots?" he asked with wide eyes.
Charlie, who did not find the slandering of his beloved sport funny in the slightest bit, glared at Ken. "Shut up!" He then turned to Dean and shook his head. "And you -- I could care less about. You'll never understand anything."
"Aw, you're breakin' my heart. Really," Dean responded, clutching his chest melodramatically.
"Fuck you, man."
Dean beamed. "Ditto, Sport-o."
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Wari: Wow! Thanks for all the reviews, everyone!
NYgoldfish54 -- Thanks for reading! I'm glad you like it!
Rei-rei -- You rock! And sorry about your family. I know how they are, but cheer up coz you're not gonna be in school forver! Lol
Bottles -- You've got to write more of your Adam/Charlie family series!! I absolutely loved "So You Want To Drink Alcohol." That was so cute! Oh, and I hope you enjoyed Ken's rant in this chapter. I love Ken. He's my baby daddy. ;)
Geometrygal -- Haha, have you been seeing the insinuated slash so far? It's really subtle!
Little Kaori solo Yuy-Maxwell -- OMG, you like Gundam Wing, too?? Kool! Haha, thanks for the review!
And Quimby -- Ah, my favorite Cake-Eater! I'm glad you're enjoying the madness so far. ^__^
