Title: The World through the Eyes of a Basket case

Author: TWBasketcase

Spoilers: Yes

Disclaimer: I do not own The Breakfast Club movie or any of its characters

Chapter 3 – The Detention Part 2

Well lunch time is over and let me tell you, this day has gone from over dramatic, to just plain weird. First, Bender puts on an award winning show about life at Brian's house; then he admitted to all of us that he was being abused. Something told me that was the case, but I'm not going to say I wasn't shocked. I'm really surprised he had said it in front of these people though. Maybe it's a call for help? I don't know. He seemed to be holding it until Sporto opened his big mouth accusing him of making it all up. Big mistake. Bender threw a fit and sat by himself upstairs for about an hour and half. Then since everyone felt bad, we all followed him to his locker, only to be on the run from Vernon. We ran into an iron gate when the others managed to talk us into following Andrew. So Bender runs off covering for us, and we get back to the library. When he and Vern get back, Vernon takes him away and locks him in a closet. Now I'll tell you, I would not want to be in Bender's shoes. God only knows what Vernon has done to the poor guy; let alone locking him in his closet. What a fucking weirdo. Anyways, suddenly Bender comes crashing through the library ceiling only to get his weed back from Brian. Now if whistling together was weird enough, now they are all getting high together. I am not really into the drug thing so I sat tight, I mean I don't see the fun in needing to kill your brain cells to laugh; I mean, I draw pictures and talk to myself, that makes me laugh enough…I don't need drugs to further enhance my insanity! So I have been sitting here for about 15 minutes now, I watched Brian make weird voices, and Andrew dance around the library, breaking a glass door in the process. And they call me nutty? Ha! Either way, I need something to do…I think I'll go through Brian's back pack in the process…

"No, no, you got a middle name?" Andrew asks Brian.

"Yeah guess!" is his reply.

I think this is where I can butt in…Ha ha; I can't wait to see the look on his face! "Your middle name is Ralph! As in puke…" I say loud enough so that they can hear me. They look over at me in utter confusion. I love this! "...your birthday is March 12th, you're five-nine and a half you weigh a hundred and thirty pounds and your social security number is 0-4-9-3-8-0-9-1…3." I take a seat beside them, god I love head trips! Sporto seems to look impressed, man is he cute too!

"Wow, are you psychic?" Andrew asks.

"No…"

"Would mine telling me how you know all this about me?" is Brian's almost frantic question. I wanted to laugh at him, but I didn't have the heart too. "I stole your wallet," I said reaching into my sweater to show him. He asks for it back a couple of times before I finally give it to him.

"Great! So you're a thief too?" He accuses.

"I'm not a thief!" I snap back, I was just playing around, no need for name calling! Sheesh!

"Multi-talented!" He half asks half mutters.

"What's there to steal two buck and a beaver shot!" I thought dorks are different, but I guess I was wrong; all teenage guys must be horny little pervs.

"What?" Andrew asks disbelievingly, almost as if he is shocked I blurted out the word "beaver".

"There's a nudie picture in there, I saw it! It's perverted!" Brian looks a little embarrassed but reluctantly hands over the picture to Andy.

After what seems like hours of sitting there, I'm getting bored. "You guys wanna see what's in my bag?" I ask them honestly, but suddenly.

"No!" they both say in unison as if I may have some body parts in there or something. Well fuck them they can see anyways! I dump my bag on the couch and watch their wide eyed reaction. Feeling triumphant, I sit back and smile.

"Holy shit, what is all that stuff?" Andrew asks, followed by Brian, "do you always carry this much shit in your bag?"

Shit? This is almost everything I own! "Yes I always carry this much 'shit' in my bag."

Brian looking interested says, "Are you gonna be like a shopping bag lady?" he starts, and continues on about me staring at buildings like some loony. "I'll do what I have to do." I answer honestly, I don't know when the time will come when my parents want me out of their lives completely; its bad enough they don't acknowledge me. "Why do you have to do anything?" Brian asks suddenly, catching me out of my thoughts, its now or never I guess, "my home life is unsatisfying." After my reply these two guys start talking about me like I'm not even there, let alone with any care. They act as if I'm alien or something. "Never mind, forget it…everything's cool." I start rushing to put all my stuff back in my bag. I don't need their shit; if they don't care then fuck them!

"What's the deal?" Andrew asks.

"No! There's no deal Sporto! Forget it, leave me alone!" I say sounding almost desperate to be somewhere else. I can't have this guy unraveling me! No way am I going to let my guard down.

"Wait a minute, now you're carrying all that crap around in your purse. Either you really wanna run away, or you want people to think you wanna run away!" He argues. "Eat shit!" is all I can really say to him; he shocked me, it's almost as if he can see right through me and I don't like it. Now I guess I know how everyone else I observe would feel!

I have been standing at this desk for a few moments now with a million thoughts running through my head. My parents, my home, my things, and now this guy…this popular jock, comes along and is actually acting like he gives a fuck. Oh no, here he comes, what am I gonna do now? "Hi…you wanna talk?" he asks sincerely. I think it was at that exact moment that I fell for Andrew Clark. No one has ever acted so honest and sincere to me. No one has ever seemed to care that much for how I felt. Now my total opposite here wants to comfort me, and it's never felt sweeter. But I panic, like usual, "No! Go away!"

"Where do you want me to go?" he whispers.

"GO AWAY!" I watched him start to turn and I couldn't help it but I just started to cry. How could I be so stupid? He looked sincere, it didn't look like one of those jokes his friends play on me all the time and I couldn't help but let my guard down, he just touched me like that. I need to get him back to me, "you have problems!" I call after him.

"Oh I have problems?" he asks challengingly.

"You do everything everyone tells you to do, that is a problem!" I couldn't help but hope that this wasn't going to be the first and only conversation that I had with Andrew.

"Okay, fine…but I didn't dump my purse out on the couch and invite everyone into my problems…did I! So what's the problem? Is it bad – your parents?

Oh god he can see right through me and once again I feel the need to let my guard down for him, he is just so gentle, it's almost as if he has been there all along. "Yeah," is all I can get out.

"What do they do to you?" he asks, tears beginning to wet his eyes that are refusing to fall.

Seeing those tears I think was my breaking point…he is crying with me? I just broke down then and told him how they ignore me, and he nodded and told me that is what he thought. It's so strange how you can have such a strong connection with someone you just met.

"I'm just so sick of being invisible!" I am almost sobbing to him now, and he is nodding understandably, tears threatening to fall as I showed him the healing scars on my wrists. He looked up at me with complete awareness and sympathy in his eyes. If I didn't fall for him before, I definitely am now.

"You aren't invisible, and you don't have to be alone anymore," is his sweet response. He moves closer to me and offers out his hand, a lone tear falling down his cheek. I take his hand in mine and he leads me to a spot on the floor to sit, where we both stay in companionable silence until the others decide to join us. I am almost in denial that this day turned out like this, but I have a strange feeling it's only going to get better.

To Be Continued.