Title: And Then There Were Two
Author: TWBasketcase
Disclaimer: I do not own the Breakfast Club
A/N: Thanks for the reviews! You made me feel better!

Chapter 8 – The Party

I stood in front of my bathroom mirror and let out a sigh. I have been trying to get ready for this damn party for about an hour now and I just can't seem to be happy with my appearance. I must have changed out of at least four outfits already and I am about ready to pull my damn hair out! Giving another glance to the mirror I decided that this would have to do. I decided on a denim knee length skirt and my black cardigan sweater. I pulled my hair back into a headband and used some 'black shit' on my eyes. I was pretty nervous about this party because I know what kinda shit goes on at these get togethers but I also feel comfortable around Dez, for I have been hanging out with him all week, and he seems really sweet. At least I know if anything gets out of hand he will be there and I could feel a little more comfortable.

He told me this afternoon that he would be here to pick me up at about 8 o'clock and it was now a few minutes after. The minutes were starting to seem like hours and my hands were getting awfully clammy. My knees were bouncing and I am trying to crack my knuckles for the sixth time – they kinda hurt now. I let out a heavy breathe and stared at the door; I was hoping maybe if I stared at it long enough it would make a noise. My heart was pounding harder and harder and I was getting to the point where some silly thoughts started to enter my head.

What if it was all just a joke? What if he forgot? What if he found someone else that he would rather go with? What if he got in a car accident on the way here and was really hurt? Oh God! I let out a nervous squeak and threw my hands up to my mouth; I really shouldn't think that way. Finally a knock at the door shook me from my thoughts. I grabbed my bag and ran to the door a little faster than I intended to.

He looked up at me in surprise when I pulled the door open – of course when I say up I don't really mean up considering he is about 8 inches taller than me. I gave him a nervous smile, "Hey,"

"How you doing?" He asked with twinkling eyes.

"Great actually…"

"Are you ready to go?"

I swallowed hard, "Yes."

"Okay well let's get a move on then…" he trailed off extending his arm to me. I smiled appreciatively and hooked my arm through his as we headed out to his car.

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We pulled up to the house; it was a lower/middle class type house that was painted green with white shutters, it had a fairly large front porch with a detached garage in the back. It was a two story home and about every light in the house was on. Dez had mentioned that the guy's name was Banks or something…I recognized him as a guy that I had a class with in my sophomore year but has since dropped out.

"Well you ready to go in?" Dez asked quickly.

"Yeah…I guess now is a better time than any," I asked a little perplexed by the question.

He let out a chuckle and opened the passenger side door for me, extending his hand to mine in the process.

"Thanks," I mumbled. He nodded his head in response and led me into the house. I could the muffled sounds of Black Sabbath's "Paranoid" as we got closer to the house and the music only became about eight times louder once the door was opened. I winced at the volume and looked over to Dez, who was already banging his head to the music. He seemed very happy and comfortable in his friend's home so I figured I should follow his lead.

"Wanna beer?" He yelled over the music, leaning a little closer to my ear. A small blush rushed to my cheeks and I choked out, "No thanks, I don't drink."

He gave me a puzzled, yet disappointed look and shrugged, "Okay, wanna coke or something?"

I smiled in response and nodded my head as he got up and walked towards the fridge. I sat down on the nearest couch and took in my surroundings; the house seemed a little run down and it had a stale cigarette smell to it. There were no pictures on the walls and they were painted white; well they were once white, they had a little of a yellow tint to them. The furniture was pretty old, maybe early seventies, and there was a large wooden, circular coffee table. There must have been about forty people here so far, but Dez said the party was going to go pretty late so I guess technically the night was still young. I suppose the house is going to get pretty full tonight and I could only help but wonder if Bender was going to show tonight.

I looked towards the side of the room and noticed two guys standing with another girl; she seemed pretty drunk and was leaning and falling all over the both of them. I often wondered what people saw in getting completely disoriented and making an ass out of themselves. It certainly did not look very appealing. I smirked to myself as she tried dancing to the song playing through the stereo and she landed flat on her ass spilling her drink all over her. She erupted into fit of giggles and lay all the way back on the floor so that she was flat on her back. And people think that I'm weird?

"Here you go," I heard Dez yell from beside me. I turned to face him and noticed he had an entire six pack with him. I smirked; so much for a beer. I hope to god he doesn't end up like that girl over there.

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We were now about two hours into the party and so far it really wasn't that bad. Dez and I have been hitting it off rather well and we were cracking jokes and laughing a lot. The house had gotten pretty full and there were a lot of people messed up on drugs and booze; of course the only thing that was really bothering me right now was the fact that I have lost count of how many bottles Dez has gone through…especially since he was supposed to be driving me home tonight. On the contrary though, he can either handle his booze very, very well or he is not even drunk at all yet; at least he doesn't appear to be.

"It's starting to get pretty lively in here, huh?" He asked giving me a gentle nudge.

"Yeah, it's getting really hard to hear you," I yelled back over the music.

"Do you wanna go somewhere a little quieter?" He asked politely.

"Sure, I'm really enjoying talking to you!"

He nodded his head and stood up, just stepping backwards slightly. He extended his hand and I took it standing as well. We made our across the room towards a hallway; we walked by the girl from earlier who seemed to have sobered up a little from sitting in the corner all night. She gave me a slight nod and a smile and I returned the gesture. We continued walking through the hallway and made our way to a room.

Once inside the room with door closed it seemed relatively quieter. I smiled at the softened noise; my head was starting to throb from all the bass. The room was pretty simple – it looked like a parent's bedroom. Just a closet, bed, night table, and an attached bathroom; the walls were painted white and there was a grey carpet. I looked at Dez and he smiled as he took a seat on the edge of the bed, "This is a little better, eh?

I nodded my head in agreement as I made my way over to sit next to him. I can't believe how nice he was being to me. He almost completely ignored his friends all night to sit and have some great conversation with me. He has given me a few nice compliments and I'm surprised at how much of a gentleman this so called criminal is.

"So are you having fun?" He asked with a glint of mischief in his eyes.

"Yeah, it's actually pretty fun. Your friends are pretty crazy."

He laughed at the comment, "They just like to party is all."

I gave him a smile as I caught his gaze. He was staring straight into my eyes and it was making me a little energized. The gaze was soft and he was giving me an even softer smile, and he really did have a nice smile.

"Can I ask you something?"

I raised my eyebrows, "Sure…go ahead,"

"Would you get mad if I decided to kiss you?"

A blush burned up into my cheeks and I looked towards my feet. He lifted a finger to my chin and analyzed my face before his lips made their way to meet mine. It was a soft kiss, and a really great kiss at that. As we parted he looked into my eyes, "You have really sweet tasting lips."

I smiled at him, "that was nice."

"Can we do it again?"

I nodded my head as I leaned in closer to him. This time this kiss was a little more passionate, and he held the back of my neck for support. He went to pull his arms around my waist but I pulled away, "What's wrong?" He asked me with his brows furrowed.

"Nothing, I'm just not ready to move so fast yet."

"We can go slower," he said reaching down to give my jaw a few small pecks. As good looking and charming as this guy is, I don't think that I'm that comfortable just making out with him. My heart is still a little tender from Andy.

"No more, okay?" I pleaded pushing him away.

He narrowed his eyes, "Come on, I really like you…I'm not goin' to hurt ya or anything!"

I nodded my head and looked down at my feet for a few seconds. As soon as I lifted my head back up he crashed another kiss onto my mouth and this time started to push me back towards the bed.

"Dez I said slow down!" I yelled at him. At the moment the door opened and the drunken girl from earlier poked her head full of dark brown hair in. My eyes locked with her chestnut brown ones in a silent plead for help as I tried pushing the bigger guy off of me. Her eyes widened in fear and she quickly closed the door; son of a bitch! Dez grabbed my face and started to kiss my lips again and this time I could really taste the alcohol all over him. When I realized that I was no match for him I had to resort to plan B. I felt around the night table until my hand came in contact with an empty beer bottle. I gripped the neck tightly and swung it so that it connected with the back of his head. He quickly sprung up with a string of curse words directed at me.

I crawled out from underneath him as he tried desperately to regain his composure. I was only another few steps away from the door when I felt him pull roughly on the back of my sweater. I let out a high yelp of shock as I was flung back towards the bed.

"Now what the hell did you do that for, huh?" He asked standing over me. There was fire in his eyes and I was scared for the first time in my life.

"I told you to stop!" I screamed at him.

"And I said I like you!" He yelled back. He grabbed my arms and pinned them down over my head, "And I also told you that I'm not gonna hurt you!"

"Get the fuck off me you dirty pig!"

"Shut the fuck up!" The screamed at a pitch so loud I actually felt like I did lose my voice. He had one of his hands pinning down my arms and the other one gripping the bottom of my skirt.

"You ask a girl on a date and show her a good time and she can't even give anything in return!" He hissed. It was only now that I realized how drunk he actually was, and it was at this moment where I started to kick my legs and squirm my body as best as I could under his grip. I was trying so hard that I was actually starting to get tired.

"Stop moving, you bitch!" He screamed reaching his hand up my skirt.

It was at that exact moment the door flew open; I don't think I've ever been happier to see a very angry John Bender storm in.

TBC in Chapter 9 – Bender's POV