A/N: Thanks to all reviewers! I really appreciate it. The quote at the beginning of the chapter is the same as the beginning of The Breakfast Club. There's also going to be a few other lines in here, as well as recognizable parts. Nothing from BtVS or TBC is mine however. Very sadly. This is the first time I've written Anya, so I hope I did all right.

Chapter 5: The Breakfast Club

"...and these children that you spit on, as they try to change their worlds are immune to your consultations. They're quite aware of what they're going through..." - David Bowie
Seven o'clock that Saturday morning found Buffy, Spike, Willow, Xander, and Anya sitting in the cafeteria of Sunnydale High. They were scattered throughout the 3 tables set up for them. Buffy sat on the end of one long table with Willow two seats away from her, and Xander a few down from Willow. Spike sat at the table behind them, and at the table to his left sat Anya. Snyder walked in with pencils in one hand and paper in the other.

"I'm surprised. You're all here on time," he started to talk as he set a paper and pencil in front of each of them. "Today we're going to do something a little bit different. I want you to write me a essay of at least 1,000 words telling me who you think you are."

Spike, whose feet had been propped on the table while his chair rested on its back legs, swung his feet off and leaned forward, causing the chair to fall onto all four legs.

"What?" he asked.

"You heard me. Now, no one is to move, eat, sleep, or talk. Just write," Snyder turned to leave.

"Actually, if we're not allowed to move, then we can't write too well, can we?" Spike asked him. Snyder turned to glare at him.

"Write, Mr. James!" Snyder said, then walked out of the room. As soon as the door shut behind him, Spike stood up.

"Spike!" Willow hissed. "We're not supposed to move!"

"C'mon… Lighten up, Red. I'm just stretchin' a bit," Spike said. As if to emphasize his point, he stretched his arms out over his head.

"I can't write an essay!" Xander said, staring at the paper that lay before him, his pencil beginning to roll away.

"Yeah! I mean, what the hell are we supposed to put on anyway?" Buffy asked, irritated at being stuck with Spike all day.

"Guys, we really should write the paper…" Willow told her friends.

"How about you write it for us?" Anya spoke up. The others turned to look at her, except for Spike who didn't care any way about the situation.

"What?" Willow asked, shocked at the suggestion.

"Hey, that could work…" Xander looked pleadingly at his best friend.

"Xander!" Willow reprimanded him.

"Aw, c'mon, Wills…" he gave her his best puppy dog eyes. Willow began to crumble. "Please?" Xander asked.

Willow's resolve was gone. She sagged a little in her chair. "Maybe…" she said.

Xander leaped from his seat. "Yes!" he exclaimed. Willow blushed furiously as Spike sat back in his seat.

Snyder came into the room. "Harris, what are you doing out of your seat?" he asked snidely.

"Err…" Xander's eyes shot about him. He then leant over and picked up the pencil that had tolled onto the floor. "Just picking up my pencil, sir! So I can write that essay!" he nodded enthusiastically. Spike snorted, and Xander glared at him.

"Well, do it more quietly next time!" Snyder said. "I'm watching you, all of you," he said before turning and stalking out of the room.

The others looked around at each other and sighed, settling in for the long wait till the end of the day. Buffy pillowed her head on her arms, going to sleep not too long later. Spike swung his feet up on the table and began to think of ways to torture those stuck with him that day. Anya began to read a book on how to make money into more money. Xander began to play with his pencil. Willow began planning out the group's essay.

10:30 found the five the same as earlier, though Willow had decided to put off the paper until the end.. Spike had gotten his pencil stuck in the ceiling, as well as two others, and had just taken Xander's to be next. Buffy had her head on the table and was half asleep. Willow was leaning her head on her hand, trying her hardest not to fall asleep as well. Anya was loudly blowing bubbles and popping them in the back of the room, and Xander had given up the fight and fallen asleep.

Suddenly, the door banged shut, making Xander, Buffy, and Willow all shoot up in their seats. They were just in time to see Spike race back to his seat. Just as Buffy was about to ask him what the hell he'd done, the door banged back open, and everyone's heads spun around again to see Snyder come in.

"Who did that?" he demanded, ears turning beat red, the rest of his face following in his anger. Everyone stared in silence.

"Who!" he yelled. Willow shrank down in her chair. Snyder saw this sign of weakness and dove in.

"Rosenburg!" he shouted. Willow "eep"ed. "Who was it?" he strode up to where she sat. She stared at him, fear written plainly across her face. She tried to stutter out some kind of response, but nothing would come. Snyder got dangerously close, so close she could smell his breath. Buffy was worried for her friend. She seemed like she would be starting to hyperventilate any second now.

That was about when Spike got sick off Snyder harassing poor Willow.

"Get out of her face, troll."

"What did you just call me?" Snyder straightened and walked over to Spike as Willow breathed a sigh of relief.

"You heard me," Spike sneered.

"That's it, Mr. James! Come with me." Snyder turned and left the room.

Spike stood and gathered his things. As he walked to the door, he took a bow, glancing up and winking at Buffy. He stood with a smirk on his face while she gave him a disgusted look.

"I'll be back," he said before sweeping out, duster billowing behind him.

Thirty minutes later, Spike was crawling through the school ceiling on his way to the cafeteria again.

"A naked lady walks into a bar, with a poodle under one arm, and a two-foot salami under the other. She lays the poodle on the table. Bartender says, "I suppose you won't be needing a drink." The naked lady say…"

Spike's joke was interrupted as he fell through the ceiling.

"OH SHIT!!!" he yelled as he crashed down into the library. The other four still in the room, looked over, but he had landed just out of their sight. Once Spike had gotten up and brushed himself off, he came into view and walked over to Buffy.

"I forgot my pencil," he shrugged.

Buffy glared. "It's not yours anyway, you stupid-" she was cut off as they heard Snyder in the hall.

"What was that noise?!" Snyder burst into the room. Buffy, Willow, Xander, and Anya looked around at each other innocently?

What was it?" Snyder was growing red again. No one made a sound. After five minutes of complete silence, and Snyder going redder than a tomato, he turned and stomped out of the room, but when he reached the door he turned back around.

"I will find out what it was," he said. "You all know I'll find out!" he said, then made his exit, the door slamming behind him as he did so.

Spike crawled out from behind a counter he had dived behind, just in the nick of time. He would have just hidden under a table, but you could kind of see under them…

"What are you doing here, Spike?" Buffy shot at him.

"Just here to see how you pillocks are," he grinned. "And it's a lot easier to sneak out of this place than a locked janitor's closet." Buffy just glared some more, while everyone else had stopped paying attention. Spike took his former seat and they all returned to silence.

An hour later, and three Snyder interruptions which Spike had nearly gotten caught for all off them and one included a signal for the lunch break, the group was going crazy with boredom and only three hours to go. Spike pulled something out of his pocket and started to do something with it. The others couldn't quite see, but it looked like he was making something. When he had finished, he stood and looked around.

"Anyone wanna join me?" he held up the new joint in his hand. Willow's eyes bulged, and Buffy rolled hers. Anya looked over, and shrugged, standing to go with him.

"Better than sitting around any longer," she said.

Xander watched Anya, or more correctly, her ass, as she walked over to Spike.

"I'll go," he surprised himself by saying.

Buffy and Willow looked at their friend in shock, then at each other. Buffy shrugged, then stood as well. Willow, not wanting to be left alone, reluctantly stood as well. The group went into a corner and lit up.

"Whooo!!!" Willow slid across a counter top as Xander pushed her along. Buffy fell to the floor laughing when Willow fell off at the end. Anya wobbled as she stood before walking over to Xander.

"Xander," she came to face him. He looked at her, surprised someone like her would be associating with him.

"I want orgasms. Want to go find a janitor's closet? Besides the one Spike's supposed to be in?" Xander stared at her, shocked. Then he grabbed her and hauled her out of the room. The others hadn't noticed what had just gone on.

Spike was on top of the counter now, dancing around. He pulled Buffy up with him, and they started to sway together. Willow pouted, being all alone. But she was fine. She could go think happy thoughts about Oz… She sat down and let her mind wander.

"I think Johnny Depp is the sexiest," Buffy said.

"Completely," Willow nodded her head emphatically.

"No, no. Eliza Dushku!" Spike interjected.

"That's a girl!" Buffy protested.

"Doesn't mean she's not hott," he said.

"Fine," Buffy crossed her arms and leaned back against a pillar.

"I agree about Eliza Dushku. She looks like she could have many good orgasms," Anya said.

Xander blushed, being reminded of what he and Anya had just done. In a closet no less while his two best friends were not 100 feet away. Willow looked at him funny.

"Xand? Are you ok?" she asked.

"Y-yeah. Fine," he stuttered. Willow looked at him a few seconds longer, then shrugged and went back to the discussion.

Spike looked up at the clock and sighed. Forty-five minutes left. He should probably head back to the closet. He climbed into a grate and left without a word. Five minutes later, Buffy left the room as well. The others looked after her strangely, but didn't say a word.

Buffy found the closet Spike was in and picked the lock, allowing the door to swing open.

"Viola," she said.

The past couple hours or so, the group had been talking. About anything and everything, and everyone had gotten close. The weed may have helped them talk about some things, but they all had an incredible amount of dirt on everyone else, even Willow, Xander, and Buffy knew some new and very interesting things about each other now.

Spike grinned. "What are you doing here, luv?"

She smirked, but he barely got a chance to see it as she attacked his lips with hers.

A/N: Anyone recognize bits in this chappie? Like the ceiling joke! Lol. It's the exact one. I was going to put in the essay, toom but it just didn't fit anymore. But if you care to know, Spike obviously took Bender's part as the criminal, Willow was of course, Brian's part as the brain, and Anya, next most obvious being Allison, the basket case. Now, I of course had to have Buffy in there, and I wanted X/A, so I needed Xander. But I originally wanted Buffy to be Andrew, the athlete, but that left Xander to be Claire, the princess, which didn't quite fit. Then I realized it was Andy/Allison and Claire/Bender in the movie, and it just fit to make Buffy into Claire and Xander into Andy. Lol. And I don't really know much about drugs, so I kinda kept that down a bit. I know this chapter was mostly just a bunch of sporadic short clips put together, but… It's a bit odd trying to write eight hours worth of detention, so I just put in bits and pieces.