Title: And Then There Were Two

Author: TWBasketcase

Summary: From Allison's POV…Monday April 2, 1984.

Disclaimer: Once again…I do not own The Breakfast Club…or else my name would be John Hughes.

A/N: I think I am gonna make this a longer story because I have a lot of ideas for it. I'll be updating "The World…" real soon; I've got an idea where I want it to go. Thank-god! I hate writer's block. Anyways, thanks to all my reviewers, you guys are my faithful inspiration! Here's chapter 4, enjoy and please R&R.

Chapter Four – Getting Over You

I wasn't as apprehensive about going to school this morning knowing now that it won't end up being anything like it was last week. A part of me went to sleep a little easier Saturday night after learning that I wasn't the only one humiliated last week, and that by no means I would be feeling humiliated alone. Sunday was a peaceful day for me; I painted some pictures around my room and bathed my cat. It was a lot of fun. But now the fun is over for Monday is here again and I have to go through another hellish day of school.

I reached the parking lot of the school and looked around; I wonder if John is here yet?

"Allison!" I heard a gruff voice call from behind me. I spun around and saw Bender with a goofy grin on his face standing with two of his friends. They were puffing on a joint and staring in my direction. I gave him a small wave and began to walk towards him.

"Hey John."

"How's it goin'?" He asked raking his fingers through his hair.

"Fine." I replied.

"Oh this is J.P. and this is Dez," he said motioning awkwardly to the two kids standing next to him. J.P. looked like the typical stoner; long dirty brown hair, squinty eyes, a goofy smile, skinny, a torn black jean jacket and matching pants. Dez was pretty good looking; he had blonde hair, a nose ring, bright blue eyes, he was about 6'1" and had a pretty strong build. I smiled at both the guys, "I'm Allison."

Dez wiggled his eyebrows at me while J.P. didn't seem to notice…well, just about anything. I ignored them and looked at Bender again, "You goin' to class today?"

"Maybe I will, maybe I won't," he replied shrugging.

We stood in silence for a few moments. "Well, I'm going to go in; I guess I will see you guys later."

"Well, wait, I'll come with you," Bender blurted.

"Well okay."

He bid farewell to his buddies and we made our way up the small hill of the parking lot to the side entrance of the school. He seemed to be in a pretty good mood today; which I find kinda awkward after his depressing mood on Saturday.

"So what did you do on the weekend?" I asked him, breaking the silence between us.

"Not too much actually just kinda hung out with myself." He shrugged, "nothing too spectacular really happens in the Bender household on Sundays. Are you feeling any better?"

"Yeah sort of, but I'm afraid it won't last long if I see him today."

He furrowed his brow and blinked, "You aren't worried about him still, are you?"

"No…just a little sad is all."

He narrowed his eyes at me briefly and then nodded, "Good, because I am officially over all of them clowns."

I laughed in spite of myself, "Well that's good," He grabbed the door and held it open, "wouldn't want ya getting your panties in a bunch, Bender."

He narrowed his eyes playfully and let go of the door; it was about two inches away from hitting me right in the face. "You little bastard!" I laughed, giving him a slap on the shoulder. He dodged my next shot and led the way further into the hallway. We were still laughing and chasing each other when we turned the corner and ran right into Claire.

"Sorry," she mumbled quietly. I watched Bender closely to see his reaction.

"No I'm sorry for getting in the way of the almighty princess," Bender smirked giving a mock bow, "Don't say sorry to me, someone might see you!" he hissed. Claire glanced at me momentarily with foggy eyes. I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could she took off. I felt bad for a second, but remembering the way she acted towards me a week ago all the guilt I had felt was soon replaced with relaxation. I guess she kinda deserved it.

John rolled his shoulders and looked back at me and shrugged. I guess he really didn't care anymore. I smiled at him and we continued our trek to our lockers.

"So your friends seem…nice."

"Meh, J.P. is a dumbass and Dez is my best friend, he is kinda cool I guess."

I smiled, "I kinda figured, he's pretty cute," I gave him a wink.

He scoffed, "He's an asshole."

Something flashed in his eyes for a brief second before he shrugged. "Well it's time to move on, right?" I asked him as the bell rang, "See ya later John." I turned and walked in the direction of my first period class.

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I sat down in my usual seat and pulled out my sketch book. I have art first period; art is my favorite class, so I never minded coming to my homeroom. Since its advanced arts the teacher doesn't do very much teaching; he is more or less there for pointers, opinions, and grading. I flipped through the pages of the book until I reached my most recent drawing; it was of a woman who was holding her heart in her hands. I started the picture last week when I was hurting and I felt as if my heart was ripped out. I gazed at the picture momentarily before I scrunched up my face; this isn't something I would normally draw…it's a little too hostile for me. I flopped my book back down on my desk and blew my bangs out of my face; maybe I will just use this as a free period today.

So John Bender had kept his word today and introduced me to his friends; I don't think he will ever know how much that means to me. I smiled to myself and started to aimlessly doodle. I was so glad I got one thing accomplished today and that was to be courageous enough to keep my end of the pact. I too often get very shy when the odd occurrence happens that someone talks to me. I mean I've had friends before, but I was just a little girl. I have spent so much time with myself the last couple of years that it's almost alien for me to socialize.

It seemed as if every time I built up the courage to socialize it always blows up in my face. Last Saturday was a prime example of just that. So when I made the pact with John on Saturday I felt a mixture of emotions; one part of me was cheering that someone still thought I was worth their time, whereas another part of me was scolding myself for believing him. Now the only thing I'm scolding myself about is doubting him.

I pushed my hair back with my fingers and looked up at the ceiling...today was the day I was moving on from the Breakfast Club; as much as it helped me, hurt me, or excited me, I needed to move on. Today was also the day I moved on from Andrew Clark. John's words echoed in my mind:

Don't you dare cry over him, Allison! 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!

I smiled; I could get another guy if I wanted to right? I mean if I really applied myself I could meet someone new.

Although he may not be as sensitive or good looking as Andrew is.

I pouted to myself; I need Andrew Clark out of my head! I looked around the art room at the other students, when I noticed that John's friend Dez was sitting about three seats down by himself. I intentionally cleared my throat. His head flew around until his eyes met mine and he grinned. He packed up his stuff and moved over to sit beside me.

"Allison, right?"

"Yeah,"

He gave me a huge grin, "This class blows the big one, doesn't it?"

I gave him a small smile, "this is my favorite class."

"Maybe because you are actually good at it…I can't even draw a stick person properly!" He laughed, I joined him and soon we were getting along in a conversation.

"So where did a pretty girl like you meet an ass like Bender?" He asked with a smirk.

I blushed slightly, "detention, actually."

"Well he does live in there," he replied rolling his eyes, "How did you end up in an all day detention?"

"You're gonna have to get to know me a little better than that before I tell you," I grinned mischievously.

He winked and nodded in understanding. This guy is pretty cute, and he is funny too. I smiled.

"So what are you doing at lunch time, Allison?"

I shrugged my shoulders and blinked, "I haven't really made any plans."

"Well how about I meet you at your locker with John and you can hang out with us?"

I shrugged again, "If it's okay with you guys then I don't mind…"

"Great," he interrupted. I glanced at him with raised eyebrows.

I told him where my locker was and we parted ways when the bell rang. Not only did I stay friends with John, but his friends seem to be accepting me into their group pretty smoothly. The only thing I have left to do now is just talk to Brian and let him know that I am there for him. I was feeling pretty good about myself at the moment; that was of course until I met up with Andrew Clark.

He gazed at me with a sad look in his eyes. He was alone and none of his friends were around…in fact no one was really around except the last few people walking towards their second period class. I nodded my head at him, "Hey."

"Hi," he said softly.

"You really hurt me you know."

"I know and I'm sorry," he said quietly.

"Really Andrew? Because I don't recall you giving one shit less every time I saw you last week." I reached into my bag and grabbed the blue school sweater and the championship patch and gave them to him.

He looked up at me with unshed tears filling his eyes. "Don't make this any harder for me than it already is, okay?" I pleaded.

"I don't regret kissing you, Allison. I really like you I do…it's just…" he stared at me looking for an answer. It was so hard for me to watch him look so sad, when I know damn well nothing will ever come from it.

"It's embarrassing for you? You're ashamed? What is it Andy?"

"It's complicated," He stated simply.

I shook my head at him, "There's your stuff back, I'm sorry I ever got the idea from you that I meant something. And don't come out saying I did mean something, because I don't…if I did things would be different right now." Tears were now pricking my eyes. This is a lot harder than I thought it would be; but it has to be done.

"You were right."

I furrowed my brow in confusion, "What do you mean?" I asked not really wanting to hear the answer.

"I can't think for myself and I'm kicking myself everyday for not being strong enough to do that. If I had some balls I would be a happy man right now. And I want you to know that I think I am missing out on the best thing that could have ever happened to me."

I couldn't hold back my emotions anymore and the tears started to fall, "Well Andrew I just want you to know that you ripped my heart out. You stole it, and the longer I stand here and talk to you the longer I think that it's going to take me to get it back."

"I'm so sorry," he said, and I could tell that he was sincere; it just killed me to know that he just wasn't strong enough to stand up for me.

More tears fell down my cheeks, "I'm sorry too, Andy." I slipped my bag back on my shoulder and gave him a small kiss on the cheek. With that I turned around and continued the way I was going; I walked away from him and I wasn't turning back…no matter how much it killed me.

TBC