Title: And Then There Were Two

Author: TWBasketcase

Disclaimer: I don't own the Breakfast Club

Summary: Bender's turn to vent his emotions; what is he going to do?

A/N: Please, please R&R!

Chapter 7: A Plan Unfolds

Even though the fight with my friends happened two days ago I was still seething about it. Dez was still laughing in my face every time I saw him and Allison hasn't spoken a word to me since – with the exception of the occasional holler and insult. Apparently she has decided to go to the party with Dez after all and for some reason I have this sinking feeling in my gut that something real shitty is going to happen.

I know something shitty is gonna happen.

I have known Dez since I was about ten and since the day I met him I haven't trusted a single fiber of his being. Allison may think that I am being an asshole but she doesn't know what I know. I have tried time and time again to talk to her; I pushed so hard to talk to her today at school that I actually brought her to tears and she told me I was jealous. She thinks I'm pissed about it because she decided to date my friend and I don't like it. That is part of it but it's because I know he does not have any good intentions with her; he wants to get down her pants and I KNOW that he will go whatever distance he can to do so.

I've came to the realization over the last two days that I really do care about her and the last thing I want is for her to get her heart broken again. She is a really nice chick who wouldn't hurt a fly if she had the chance to and it makes me furious that someone would want to do that to her. She is the last person I know on this planet that would deserve that.

I lay back on my bed with a cigarette hanging loosely between my lips; I have been spending a lot of time in my room over the last two days simply thinking about this situation. Under normal circumstances I would have no problem with her dating – I may get a little jealous but that's beside the point – but she is taking a huge risk here and I don't think she realizes that.

I sighed and raked a hand through my hair; I've never felt this over protective about a chick…not even my ex's. Allison just seems so… vulnerable and exposed. Suddenly I feel very sick knowing that I used to be that way with girls myself. Ever since Claire I have told every "considered" girl that it was over. I have come to the realization – with the help of the Breakfast Club – that those girls have just as many feelings as I do. I may be getting soft, I dunno, the point is I'm over that shit and I'm not about to let one of my friends fall victim to someone like Dez.

I need to do something about this…something big. I need to make her see the light before something bad happens to her. I only have less than two days to do so, and I need to think hard.

I picked up my guitar and slowly began to strum the strings. My guitar and a nice size joint should do me some good. I spun up a fatty and slowly savored the taste. I get annoyed with myself when it comes to my dependency on the 'green' but I'm a little too stressed right now to worry about that.

I could just beat the shit out of the guy and shake some sense into Allison; but that would probably just piss her off even more. I don't want to piss her off but if that's what I have to do to make her realize that she needs to trust my word then so be it. Even if she never talks to me again that is fine; as long as I know that I kept her safe and I won't have this burdening my conscience I'm totally okay with the consequences.

I could just run all the way to her house and get down on my knees and beg for her not to go. Ha! Wouldn't that be a pathetic sight? She would probably throw a shoe at me or something and slam the door in my face. Although that is an amusing thought, it's probably not a good idea.

I'm surprised she actually accepted the invite. Parties that Dez and I attend are usually full of booze, sex, drugs, and rock and roll. With the exception of the rock and roll, I know she is definitely not into that other shit. She is cool like that; she is a free spirited, happy girl who doesn't need to fuck herself up to have fun. Just a week and a half ago in detention I saw her smiling and laughing just drawing pictures. Of course, she did shake dandruff all over the paper for a 'snowy' effect, but still, the point is she has fun just being herself. I can't really see her going to a party of that magnitude. Dez really must have put her into some kind of trance. Of course with the heart break from Sporto any old chap could have probably come and swept her off of her feet.

Which really pisses me off.

I rose to feet and approached my dart board. I hung up a picture of Dez that I had found under my bed onto the center of the board; it was taken two years ago at the skateboard park. There was some bands playing and my ex-girlfriend had taken all sorts of pictures and left them at my house. What better way to put them to use then to destroy them! I grabbed a handful of the pointy darts and began throwing them at the picture. Most of them hit him in the chest, two in the face and one lucky one to the nuts. If only I could hurt him that bad in reality.

It would pleasure me greatly.

I'm still pretty shocked that I am acting this way towards him; it's really outta character for me to be freaking out this way. What the hell is wrong with me anyways?

She is your friend and you need to know that she is going to be okay.

I nodded at my own thought. I swung my body away from the dart board towards my old desk dresser where my phone sat. I dialed a number quickly and waited for someone to pick up.

"Hello?"

"Hey…is Mikey there?"

"Yeah this is," came the gruff reply. Mikey is an old friend of mine who is two years older than me, I hang out with him every now and again, and besides getting rowdy when he drinks (which is often) he can be a pretty cool guy.

"Hey dude, it's Johnny,"

"Hey Bender, what's up bro?"

"I just have a quick question for ya…you know where any parties are this weekend, Friday in particular?"

"Uh…yeah there's like three of them. Dooly, Banks, and Jimbo are all having parties, man."

"Alright cool…thanks a lot dude."

With that last comment I hung up the phone and smiled to myself; I got a party to crash this Friday!

TBC