A/N: I love the Breakfast club and had to put up a story for this!
Discalimer: I don't own The Breakfast Club
Bacon and Eggs
Clair sat in class and stared out the window. Nothing could go right for her anymore. The only thing that was left for her anymore was to stare out the window. She had ruined her life. She had had Saturday morning detention and since she was so pissed off had let out all her deep dark secrets… she had even kissed John bender, the biggest crack head in the school and now everyone knew! She was sure of it! Sure that they were laughing at her behind her back. She was paranoid, but she was the most popular girl in school. That was who she was. If she lost that then she didn't have an identity.
Walking down the halls she saw everyone, but for some reason they looked different than any other day. They looked younger, some looked older. When she spoke it sounded as if it weren't really her talking.
She saw Alison, with 'that black shit' on her eyes again. She saw Bender, looking stoned, like normal, she spoke to Andy, but he barley even looked at her, he was leaving and she knew it. He was on his way out.
When she saw Alison she barely even looked at her. The two had become friends during detention and the fact that Clair had abandoned her hit her heard and painful somewhere inside her. She saw how the girl was back to her regular look, how she was walking all alone. And she remembered 'I don't have any friends…I'm here because I have nothing else better to do' and then Clair felt like real shit. Royal shit even sitting up their on the thrown of high school.
She barley looked at him but she swore that she saw him smirk at her. She opened her locker to find that a note had been slipped into it. She put her books away and picked up the note before heading outside and sitting down under a tree on her own.
She looked at the note suspiciously, it wasn't decorated so it wasn't from one of her friends, she flipped it over in her hands again and again and again and she just kept looking at it. Finally she opened it, it was written in messy handwriting and red pen.
Dear Clair;
Meet me by the tree; you know the one…it's the only one by where I hang out. This is very un-Bender like so I feel like an ass writing this, really I just need to show you something, I've seen you around all day, and I need to tell you now. You need to know.
Love always,
Bender.
P.S: Wow do I sound like a fag! Man, just meet me by the fucking tree!
Clair looked at the note for a while before deciding that maybe she should go see him… after all, he did sound like he was trying very hard to be polite for her, to sound like he was being sincere. This was Bender they were talking about…if he was willing to do that then she was going to see him, she owed him that, she knew she did.
A/N: okay chappie one is up…enjoy.