And Then There Were Two

by TWbasketcase

Monday doesn't turn out as planned and two members of the club stick together. Through hell and high water they go until they come to a realization.

13. I'll Be By Your Side Part 1

Title: And Then There Were Two
Author: TWBasketcase
Disclaimer: I do not own the Breakfast Club and I am going to make this the official disclaimer for the rest of the story.
A/N: I wanna thank the following: Bravewolf, Moonjava, DragonBlade5, JustaFan, Katydid7186, Jessegirl29, Billy Crazy, StonrGirlyChica, KushelKitten, Lazaefair, Ailcia, and Tracebo. I wanna make a special shout out to Twitch in My Eye, RealDramaQueen817, and last but certainly not least DarkoBender for your excellent reviews and keeping my motivation alive, Thanks all! Sorry about the cliffy last chapter, that seemed to have touched a soft spot with you all…note to self: hurt Bender more: Insert evil laugh here: Ha! Anyways here's chapter 13 I hope you all like, and drop me a line! Cheers!

Chapter 13 – I'll be By Your Side Part 1

I sat up quietly in my bed and looked at the clock; it read 2:30. I must have been asleep all damn night. I took a quick glance around the room; I guess John must have left. Everything was still in place with the exception of the shades on the window which was leaving an irritating amount sunlight creeping through my bedroom. I sighed irritably and stretched vigorously and stood up on wobbly legs…and that's when I noticed it; John carved his phone number into my nightstand. I smirked; I wonder if Mr. Not-just-a-criminal knows that vandalism is wrong? Ha! I gathered my clothes and set off to the shower.

I stepped under the scolding hot water and looked down at myself; I suddenly felt very dirty. After everything that went on with Dez I tried as hard as I could to push it to the back of my mind while spending time with John and it was just now it began to creep up on me again. I grabbed the soap and scrubbed myself until my skin burned and it brought tears to my eyes. That creep had his hands all over me and I was so thankful that John showed up when he did. He was being so nice and caring to me and I still couldn't believe he was actually still talking to me; it was very out of character of him. I grabbed a handful of shampoo and dumped it all over the top of my head for the first time in a long time…I wanted to be clean all over. The only thing that made me feel clean and good was John and yet I still couldn't really understand why. I wonder why he takes such an interest in me all of a sudden; I sure do hope that it isn't out of pity.

His words echoed in my mind, Look I said it doesn't bother me any, okay? Don't get yourself in a bunch just because someone says that they want to hang out…it's not a conspiracy or anything.

I smiled as I stepped out of the shower and wrapped at towel around myself; I got to start thinking positive and get over this shit. I mean, he was being honest; John Bender always tells people what he thinks of them…that's just the way he is. If he can be strong with all of the shit that happens to him – like his dad, Vernon, and obviously his friends – I can just try and stand up on my own two feet and deal with my dilemmas, right? I have always been an independent girl and a free thinker; this is just one more obstacle I have to get over. I won't let Dez get the satisfaction of seeing me upset over him.

After changing quickly into my new clothes I retreated back into the bedroom with the intention of calling Bender; he left his number for a reason, right? I picked up the receiver and quickly dialed the number. After about five rings a huffy voice answered, "'Ello?"

I cleared my throat; I think it was his dad…he even sounded intimidating, "Um hi, is John there?"

There was a long pause, "No he hasn't been home all night…I dunno where the l'il brat went off to,"

My brows furrowed; he never went home last night? "Um okay can you tell him Allison called?"

"Yeah," and with that he quickly hung up the phone and I was left listening to the dial tone. I rolled my eyes and set down the receiver. I wonder what happened to him; I know that he has quite a few friends and other things he could be doing but something tells me that isn't so. After such a quiet and peaceful night I couldn't really see him going out and getting shit faced. I mean, he couldn't have run into any trouble now could he?

I shook the thought from my head cursing my paranoia. I will see him at school tomorrow and he will be okay; laughing, swearing and having a good time just like he always does. John is a bog boy who can take care of himself; in fact he is probably the strongest person that I've ever met. I think that is one of the things that have drawn me to him; his inner strength and brutal honesty. Two things that I would want most in a friend – mostly the latter – but if I could be one hundred percent positive that someone is honest that makes it a hell of a lot easier to trust them. I usually have a problem trusting my judgment these days but I know John and he acts the same way around everyone – like his true self.

I can only hope that he is alright; in a way I feel like screaming at myself for acting so worried but something is nagging at me telling me that there is something wrong.

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I walked up the steps of Shermer High nervously; after everything that happened this weekend I was still a little anxious about the outcome. I know Dez will probably be here today as well as some of the other kids that were at the party as well. I just hope no one decides to start a scene. I never ended up finding John yesterday; as a matter of fact no one really seems to know where he is; that just made my sinking feeling sink a little deeper.

As I approached my first period class I stopped abruptly in front of the door ready to face the inevitable. I took a few deep breathes and kept reminding myself that I am safe here. I opened the door and quickly slid into my normal table in the cluttered art room…trying to keep my distance from everyone – especially someone in particular.

"Alright class, good morning everyone!" Mr. Davis chirped cheerily. He had on his white painting clock which was spattered all over with different colors. His black hair stood up on end and he wore a goofy grin. He must have gotten laid last night or something.

"Today we are going to start our final projects," he cleared his throat when the class erupted in small chorus of a mixture of groans and small talk, "It can be a painting, sculpture, or charcoal drawing…you take your pick. I want it to be something personal with a meaningful message behind it. You have exactly two months to complete it and I want you to use today's period as time to start planning and begin rough sketches. Go ahead and start just try and keep the noise low." With that he clapped his hands together and walked towards his desk to take a seat. I pulled my pencils out of my bag to start my planning and get my mind off of my anxiety; that was until the chair next to me was pulled out and sat in roughly.

"How are you today?"

I spun around, "Why the hell are you speaking to me?"

Dez smirked, "I wanted to apologize…I got a little too tipsy and came on a little too rough; I was a total ass to treat you that way."

I widened my eyes in disbelief; I cannot believe the nerve of this guy! "A little too rough? You were trying to force sex on me!" I hissed quietly, "And I don't believe that you are sorry at all…I know all about you."

His smirk turned into a frown, "What are you talking about? I really like you and I'm pretty disappointed in myself for doing that to you…give me second chance…"

I gathered my things up and put them back in my bag, "Hell no! I will never give you or anyone like you a second chance!"

He narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Not even Bender?"

I shook my head, "leave him out of this you shit!" I stood up getting ready to leave the class.

He let out a frightening laugh, "I don't think I have to worry about him anymore."

My eyes darted to meet his, "What the hell are you talking about?" I stopped dead in my tracks; I suddenly felt so scared that my legs wouldn't even move.

He shrugged, "Nothing important…" He trailed off leaning back in his chair and putting his hands behind his head; he acted like it was nothing but I could see from the look in his eyes that something was definitely up. I turned to walk away; at this point I needed to get out of the room…it seemed as though it was shrinking and I felt like I couldn't breathe. He was really getting to me and making me upset but I couldn't let him win by seeing that.

"Oh, Allison…" he started again. I swallowed hard and blinked hard before turning around to face him again.

He gave me a wicked smile, "If his little pecker ain't enough for you…you know where to find me!"

I felt like I was going to be sick; this guy was the definition of evil. I was feeling so claustrophobic that I thought I was going to pass out from lack of oxygen; I needed to get out of here. I spun on my heel not giving him any sort of response and ran quickly to the door before the room started spinning. I darted to the hallway and leaned up against the wall. I had broken out in a slight sweat and my fingers were trembling. The sound of his voice literally scared me and I don't know how I am supposed to make it through the rest of the semester with him; and what's worse I need to find out where John is.

I pushed myself slowly off the wall and made my way towards the girl's washroom. I pushed the door open widely and stormed in colliding with another body.

"Sorry," she mumbled quietly; at the sound of her voice I realized it was Claire.

I shook my head and pushed past her, "I'm not in the mood."

She gazed at me sadly, "I'm sorry okay."

I rolled my eyes, "Don't say sorry to me, I'm over it…you're still hanging on by the sounds of it."

"Didn't it mean anything to you?" She asked in disbelief.

I turned to face her slowly, "Yeah it did, but all that meaning diminished when you and golden boy totally ripped the rest of us to shreds. You don't care what goes on with us or what happens to us you are just worried about what people think of you. We're fine we have each other; we stuck to our word and you didn't…and by the looks of things it may be something you two may regret for a long time."

She looked at her feet in distaste and then back to me, "How is John?"

I narrowed my eyes, grabbed my bag and walked close to her face, "Don't you dare ask about him! You don't care about him and you certainly don't deserve someone like him! He changed everything around so he could be with you and you fucked off!"

Her face grew hot with anger, "Who are you to say anything about me?"

I pointed a finger at her, "I'm someone who thought you would be strong enough to maintain a friendship with and you hurt and humiliated me! You hurt him bad too and that makes me want to hurt you…but I'm better than that."

Her eyes filled with rage, "What do you want him or something?"

Did I?

I shook the thought from my head, "Fuck you," and with that I stormed out of the bathroom and back out to the hallway.

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I opened the back door to the school and headed out into the parking lot; there had to be someone out here who knew Bender. After the little spat with Claire I almost completely forgot about my task at hand; which was to find out what the fuck was going on. I walked briskly past the rows of cars and came into the smoking section. I scanned the crowd until I found somebody I think could be worth talking to. I stared at her for a few minutes debating whether or not I should approach her; she helped make that decision though when her eyes met mine and she immediately got up to meet me.

Jackie walked towards me strongly with her head held high; every ounce of confidence and security shining through…although a girl like her had to be tough.

"How ya doin' Allison?" She asked sincerely tossing her long, dark hair over her shoulder.

I gripped my bag tighter, "I've been better."

"I know what ya mean;" she paused, "so what brings you out here?"

I swallowed and sighed, "Did something happen to John?"

She looked over her shoulder and pulled me further from the crowd, "Word around the street says that Dez caught up with him on Saturday night."

I felt my face flush, "Is he okay?"

She shrugged and took a long drag from her cigarette, "I don't know…I personally haven't seen him but I guess Dez's brother Joey and a few of his friends were there to and they gave John a good ass kickin' and left him on the street."

I sat in shock for a few moments, "Oh my god…"

"Look like I said I haven't seen him, I went to pick up my car and he wasn't around. It could just be rumors…Dez was pretty pissed everyone seen him get his ass kicked and he may just be saying that to gain some pride back."

I nodded, "I really hope so…"

She gave me a sympathetic smile, "Yeah me too."

TBC

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