omg. O.O I havn't updated in forever! so sorry!
HopelesslyRomanticGoth- Kenny is my fav too! Thanks for the review!
Kinu- no, sorry, these kids are in no way or form related to the original Breakfast Club. But thanks for the review.
Kate- You read the story.... and didn't give me too much grief about all the name swappage and such, which is fabu. And thanks for forcing me to update!
Vic stared across the closet at Kenny and he stared back at her. She mentally kicked herself for not remembering her CD player or sweatshirt, because she was freezing.
"Ok, let's get out of here," Kenny said, standing up.
"I hope you realize the door is locked and there's no window."
"Yes."
Kenny pulled a box out from the corner and balanced on it as he reached towards the ceiling. He pushed a ceiling tile up and turned to Vic.
"Coming?" he asked, holding a hand out.
She looked at him and raised a single eyebrow, as if seriously doubting it would work. Then, looking around at the closet, she accepted his hand and he pulled her up onto the box beside him. He linked his hands together and she stepped into them and pulled herself up into the ceiling.
Kenny bent down and laced his fingers together and Vic stepped into them. She wore an old beat up pair of black Converse cutoffs and he caught a glimpse of brown stomach as she pulled herself up. As her shoes disaperared into the ceiling, her face appeared in the square of black above him.
"You need a hand?" she asked, extending her own.
Kenny smiled and accepted her hand, jumping up and her pulling.
Back in the library, Brie, Mike and Cody all sat in silence. Brie looked at the paper in front of her that she was supposed to write her essay on. Suddenly, the silence was broken by a faint noise coming from her purse. She saw the two guys shudder involuntarily when they figured out what song her cell phone was playing. She grabbed her phone and pushed the 'talk' button, stopping the Toxic by Brittney Spears song.
"Hello?" she said, not recognizing the number on caller ID.
"Hey Brie! Its Ciarra. Your mom said you have detention, but I was wondering if you wanted to do something later on?"
"Umm. I guess," Brie said, uncomfortable about the stares from Mike.
"Oh. You know, if you don't want to, I'll understand."
"No! I mean, I want to, but..." she trailed off.
"Is this about what happened on Thursday?" she asked.
"Well, yes and no. Look, now's not the best time. Why don't we talk about it tonight," Brie said, turning so she wasn't facing Mike.
"Sure. How about the movies, around seven?"
"Yeah. I'll see you then. Bye." Brie said, ending the call.
"So. Big date for tonight, Brie?" Mike asked, grinning.
"Shut up," she said, putting her phone in her purse.
"Well, if it's not a date, how about dinner tonight?" Mike asked.
"I already have plans, thanks."
"Excuse me, but do either of you have a calculator?" Cody asked from where he was sitting.
"What do you think, smart guy?" Mike asked him, standing up and cradling his fist in his other hand.
"Sorry, sorry," he said and bent back over his Trig book.
Mike perched himself on Brie's desk, one leg dangling off the side.
"So, my cousin is having a huge party tonight. He goes to Duke and he's home on vacation and my aunt is out of town. You interested in going? With me?" he asked, grinning a cocky jock grin.
"Sorry, I already have plans, like I mentioned earlier," she said, pulling out her phone and pressing a few buttons before walking over to where Cody sat, "Here. There's a calculator on it," she said, handing him her phone.
"Thanks," he said, looking up at her quickly before continuing to work.
Brie smiled and sat down at the desk Vic had sat at earlier. Vic's sweatshirt and baseball hat, which boasted a Florida State symbol on the front, were piled in the center, next to her CD player. Her drink and chips were shoved under them, hidden from the front of the room. Brie's stomach growled and she looked at the clock. It was only ten o'clock. Four and a half hours left until they got out of here. She found herself wishing Kenny was there, so the time might pass a little quicker.
In the crawl space between the two floors of Wrightsville High School, Kenny and Vic made their way towards what they thought was the library. As Vic began to push off from her back leg, Kenny leaned forward on his arm, putting his weight on the same tile Vic's was. They both felt it crack and then give out as they grabbed for something to hold onto. As their legs dangled through the hole, the heard shouts from beneath them. Kenny dared a look down and found himself staring into Brie's upturned face. Looking back up into the crawl space, he spoke to Vic.
"Ok, on the count of three, let go. One, two, three!" he said, and dropped onto the table below.
"Ay Dios Mio y Jesus Christo!" he heard Vic say on the way down, a split second before she hit the table top beside him, "Ow!"
"Dude, you guys are going to be in so much trouble when Bishop sees you!" Mike exclaimed.
"Well, that's why he's not going to see us. Don't worry about it, he'll never know. Trust me, he's preoccupied with other things."
Back in the office, Bishop closed his door, making sure the lock clicked. He sat down at his desk and pulled a deck of cards out. He shuffled them once, then set about building a card tower. From the library, he thought he heard a shout, but he ignored it, thinking it must be Kenny in the storage closet. After a few minutes though, he wondered what he could have been yelling about, so he pulled himself to his feet and went out into the hall, key to the storage closet in hand.
Ok, I would love review! ;; so, if your feeling spiffy, you should definitly review!
HopelesslyRomanticGoth- Kenny is my fav too! Thanks for the review!
Kinu- no, sorry, these kids are in no way or form related to the original Breakfast Club. But thanks for the review.
Kate- You read the story.... and didn't give me too much grief about all the name swappage and such, which is fabu. And thanks for forcing me to update!
Vic stared across the closet at Kenny and he stared back at her. She mentally kicked herself for not remembering her CD player or sweatshirt, because she was freezing.
"Ok, let's get out of here," Kenny said, standing up.
"I hope you realize the door is locked and there's no window."
"Yes."
Kenny pulled a box out from the corner and balanced on it as he reached towards the ceiling. He pushed a ceiling tile up and turned to Vic.
"Coming?" he asked, holding a hand out.
She looked at him and raised a single eyebrow, as if seriously doubting it would work. Then, looking around at the closet, she accepted his hand and he pulled her up onto the box beside him. He linked his hands together and she stepped into them and pulled herself up into the ceiling.
Kenny bent down and laced his fingers together and Vic stepped into them. She wore an old beat up pair of black Converse cutoffs and he caught a glimpse of brown stomach as she pulled herself up. As her shoes disaperared into the ceiling, her face appeared in the square of black above him.
"You need a hand?" she asked, extending her own.
Kenny smiled and accepted her hand, jumping up and her pulling.
Back in the library, Brie, Mike and Cody all sat in silence. Brie looked at the paper in front of her that she was supposed to write her essay on. Suddenly, the silence was broken by a faint noise coming from her purse. She saw the two guys shudder involuntarily when they figured out what song her cell phone was playing. She grabbed her phone and pushed the 'talk' button, stopping the Toxic by Brittney Spears song.
"Hello?" she said, not recognizing the number on caller ID.
"Hey Brie! Its Ciarra. Your mom said you have detention, but I was wondering if you wanted to do something later on?"
"Umm. I guess," Brie said, uncomfortable about the stares from Mike.
"Oh. You know, if you don't want to, I'll understand."
"No! I mean, I want to, but..." she trailed off.
"Is this about what happened on Thursday?" she asked.
"Well, yes and no. Look, now's not the best time. Why don't we talk about it tonight," Brie said, turning so she wasn't facing Mike.
"Sure. How about the movies, around seven?"
"Yeah. I'll see you then. Bye." Brie said, ending the call.
"So. Big date for tonight, Brie?" Mike asked, grinning.
"Shut up," she said, putting her phone in her purse.
"Well, if it's not a date, how about dinner tonight?" Mike asked.
"I already have plans, thanks."
"Excuse me, but do either of you have a calculator?" Cody asked from where he was sitting.
"What do you think, smart guy?" Mike asked him, standing up and cradling his fist in his other hand.
"Sorry, sorry," he said and bent back over his Trig book.
Mike perched himself on Brie's desk, one leg dangling off the side.
"So, my cousin is having a huge party tonight. He goes to Duke and he's home on vacation and my aunt is out of town. You interested in going? With me?" he asked, grinning a cocky jock grin.
"Sorry, I already have plans, like I mentioned earlier," she said, pulling out her phone and pressing a few buttons before walking over to where Cody sat, "Here. There's a calculator on it," she said, handing him her phone.
"Thanks," he said, looking up at her quickly before continuing to work.
Brie smiled and sat down at the desk Vic had sat at earlier. Vic's sweatshirt and baseball hat, which boasted a Florida State symbol on the front, were piled in the center, next to her CD player. Her drink and chips were shoved under them, hidden from the front of the room. Brie's stomach growled and she looked at the clock. It was only ten o'clock. Four and a half hours left until they got out of here. She found herself wishing Kenny was there, so the time might pass a little quicker.
In the crawl space between the two floors of Wrightsville High School, Kenny and Vic made their way towards what they thought was the library. As Vic began to push off from her back leg, Kenny leaned forward on his arm, putting his weight on the same tile Vic's was. They both felt it crack and then give out as they grabbed for something to hold onto. As their legs dangled through the hole, the heard shouts from beneath them. Kenny dared a look down and found himself staring into Brie's upturned face. Looking back up into the crawl space, he spoke to Vic.
"Ok, on the count of three, let go. One, two, three!" he said, and dropped onto the table below.
"Ay Dios Mio y Jesus Christo!" he heard Vic say on the way down, a split second before she hit the table top beside him, "Ow!"
"Dude, you guys are going to be in so much trouble when Bishop sees you!" Mike exclaimed.
"Well, that's why he's not going to see us. Don't worry about it, he'll never know. Trust me, he's preoccupied with other things."
Back in the office, Bishop closed his door, making sure the lock clicked. He sat down at his desk and pulled a deck of cards out. He shuffled them once, then set about building a card tower. From the library, he thought he heard a shout, but he ignored it, thinking it must be Kenny in the storage closet. After a few minutes though, he wondered what he could have been yelling about, so he pulled himself to his feet and went out into the hall, key to the storage closet in hand.
Ok, I would love review! ;; so, if your feeling spiffy, you should definitly review!