Title: And Then There Were Two

Author: TWBasketcase

Summary: When Monday doesn't go as plan, two members of TBC go to each other for comfort and friendship.

Disclaimer: I do not own TBC or the characters…but I wish I did 

A/N: Thanks KushelKitten and Moonjava for the reviews…always appreciated! If you are interested, I started a St. Elmo's Fire fic; I know most people who love TBC love that movie as well, so if you are interested check it out!

Chapter 2 – A Shoulder to Lean On

When I walked into detention today I wasn't really expecting much. I knew he would be there, so I figured I would take my chance and talk to him. I really wasn't expecting at all for him to keep his word…only because it's…well…him. It's just not like him to care that much, and he really surprised me. I think he completely made my day when he told me that he wanted to keep the pact going between the two of us. After getting rejected twice already this week, he definitely helped me regain all the self confidence I lost.

There was only one member of The Breakfast Club who didn't completely reject me on Monday, but at the same time I kind of think the other two rejected him as well, so he didn't really care much for a friendship from me at the time. So of the group, two of them were being complete assholes, one was being really nice, and one didn't give a shit either way. It's really sad how they could just go back to being so ignorant, especially after they were opened up to so much. I honestly believed walking out of detention last week that I had four new friends; they had built up my self-confidence, told me I didn't have to be alone anymore, and best of all one of them even gave me my first kiss.

I approached Claire Standish in the girl's bathroom on Monday; she had opened up her mouth to say something to me and then her friends had walked in. I knew it was a moment of truth, she was either going to stick up for our new found friendship or she was going to turn away. They took one look at me and told me to get away from Claire so that I wouldn't give her lice. Pretty mature, huh? Well I looked at Claire for a response but all she did was give me a sad smile and walked out the door. Every other time I passed her in the hallway on Monday she averted her eyes away from me and pretended to be talking to someone else. I figured after she went out of her way to give me a make-over and tell us personal secrets about herself, that she would have at least valued some sort of friendships with the rest of us. I guess she wasn't lying when she said she couldn't stick up to her friends. I guess it's my own fault for expecting a little too much out of her.

Out of everyone in the Breakfast Club the one person who had hurt me the most was Andrew Clark. He was the one I had honestly thought I had connected with on a spiritual, emotional, and physical level. He is gorgeous and sensitive and a very excellent listener. Andy at least hadn't let his friends make fun of me though; when I walked up to him on Monday they all gave me a confused look, like I shouldn't for the world of me be talking to the Andrew Clark. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He did not blink once when he was looking at me; the look in his eyes said that he was sad, ashamed, heart-broken, and most of all…that he was sorry. He just didn't have the guts to date a mutant I guess. I mean we weren't officially dating, but the things that were passed between us – said and unsaid – gave me the impression that I had meant more to him than the others from the Club did. I went home Saturday afternoon expecting a call, or a knock or at least hello when I got to school. But I guess not, and now the only thing I can do is move on.

And then there was Brian Johnson. Brian had been harshly rejected by the other two and by the time I got to him he had no will to talk for (my guess) is fear that he would be rejected once more. I figure though that Brian will come around in time, he's just hurting right now. Brian and I had told each other on Saturday that no matter what the two of us would not break the pact and he is the one person who I completely rely on keeping his word; I just have to be patient for him. He is nursing some pretty serious emotional wounds at the moment so I will wait as long as he needs me to for him to come around.

Now I sit here next to John Bender…the one of the entire group I did not expect to give a shit less about the entire Breakfast Club ordeal, but here he is looking more depressed than I do. I don't think that's it's the Club's rejection of him that is really bothering him, I think that it is Claire's rejection of him that is killing him. From the beginning of the detention you could tell just by the way he looked at her that he felt something in his heart for her; it was obvious. When she finally went and kissed him I think it was just the icing on the cake for John. John has a really shitty home life with a family who doesn't care too much for him; he is more accustomed to pain than love. I got the idea that when Claire came along he started dreaming of better days for himself where he actually could experience some type of love; something to get him through the days. But all that was taken away from him and I also get the impression that maybe he is pissed at himself for ever thinking that way.

I furrowed my brow when I caught him looking at me funny; so I stared at him back with narrowed eyes. He snorted and smirked, "What the hell is your problem?"

"You were staring at me," I replied with a scoff, "What are ya looking at, huh?"

"I dunno it just looked like you were doing some deep thinkin' or somethin'; you don't havta bite my head off!"

"I kinda was…but it wasn't anything important."

He nodded his head in understanding and lit a match off his back teeth to light his cigarette, "did you run into big Bry at all?"

"Yeah I did," I answered, "He's not too happy at the moment."

"And why is that? Didn't ace his math test?" He joked, Bender style.

"That's not funny, John. The others humiliated him that's why he isn't too happy. He was too hurt to even stick around and talk to me so I figure he will come around in time."

He rolled his eyes and frowned, "I shoulda figured."

"Yeah you shoulda, Brian was probably the easiest to snub for them," I grumbled. "That makes me so mad that they treat him that way, especially when they know damn well he is an emotional mess!"

"Hey, I think we all are…and if they want to go back to being totally ignorant then that's fine with me, which just means they aren't worth my time anyways!"

I gave him a small smile, for being the asshole out of the group he sure does have a logical way of making you feel better. He really is a very intelligent guy, even if he doesn't apply it to his school. I looked up at the door when I heard it open…Vernon is back.

"Okay everyone, that's thirty minutes for lunch," He barked. I rolled my eyes and looked at Bender and he just laughed. I pulled out my lunch and looked at him, "You hungry?"

"You ain't havin' cereal on your sandwich today are ya?"

I laughed in spite of myself and looked into his brown eyes, "no…ketchup and potato chips, maybe some mayo."

"I'll just have some chips, if that's okay," he replied with a horror stricken look. I couldn't help but laugh once again, "Open your mind John, Sheesh!"

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It was now about 2:30, so we only had an hour and a half left of detention. We hadn't done too much; played a few games of hangman and tic tac toe, listened to some music out of my walkman, and colored some pictures on some of the school magazines. Of course his pictures were all perverted and mine were more nature-oriented, it was still fun all the same.

"Hey Ally, can I ask you something," He asked cutting me out of my train of thought.

"Yeah, sure…go ahead."

"Did you honestly think that we had a chance?"

"What do you mean?" I asked furrowing my brow.

"Did you honestly think that you and I had a chance with the princess and Sporto?"

"Um, it's more like I hoped that we had a chance, when in all actuality I had my doubts."

His eyes drifted towards his feet and he nodded. He licked his lips before he started speaking again, "I'm really mad at myself. I knew deep down inside that I didn't have a chance with her, but I kept telling myself that I did. I kept on telling myself until I was blind of reality and I'm even more pissed with myself that I'm letting it bother me so much."

"It's a pretty shitty situation isn't it? But don't get pissed at yourself, they are the ones who led us on…we didn't do anything wrong."

"I know Al, but I just really fuckin' liked her, ya know?" he said with an obvious scowl on his face. He was hurting big time.

"I do know, I really liked Andrew too," I started forcing the tears pricking my eyes away, "but I also knew deep down inside that he can get any girl he wants at this school, so I can easily be replaced to him."

"He's stupid," was all Bender said.

I gave him a grateful smile before it fell back to a frown again, "They're all pretty and super thin, they're popular, and they have lots of money. He won't be thinking about me like I think about him. He can easily find someone else…I can't." And before I realized it the tears let go; it was the first time since detention last week that I let have them come.

His face went from soft to intense in a matter of seconds, "Don't you dare cry over him, Allison!" he scolded, "And don't you dare think that some bimbo can give him things that you can't! You're an awesome chick, and you have got a hell of a lot more brains in your head than any student council, prep bitch does! Stop coming down on yourself over him, 'cause if you keep crying I'm going to have to track him down on Monday and kick the shit outta him…"

I laughed through my tears and smiled at him, he was right, "Thank-you."

"You're welcome," he mumbled. "It's not really my thing to say shit like that, so don't be telling people I'm going soft, alright? Consider yourself special." He folded his arms over his chest and looked away, popping his feet up on the table in front of him. His cheeks turned a light shade of pink. He just made me feel so good about myself, and now he's embarrassed! That is so cute! I'm so glad I have a friend in him and a shoulder to lean on. I wonder what everyone else will think when they know we've stuck together.

At least I'll have my friend at my side when the time comes.

TBC