Characters

Brooke…Princess

Lucas…Criminal

Peyton…Brain

Nathan…Athlete

Haley…Basket Case/Kook

Don Dyck…Principal

Setting

Tree Hill High in March 1984

Pairings

Brucas & Naley

Author's Note

Thanks for all the reviews. This will be an OTH version of Breakfast Club, Not every detail from the movie will be in this story.

"Mr. Roe, eyes to the front of the room please," disdain coated Mr. Dyck's voice.

Lucas cracked open an eye, winked at him and shut the insolent eye again. Lacing his fingers through his hair, he hummed quietly to himself. Lost in his own world…not for long.

Don Dyck in his icky suit strutted to the vagrant's table. Pushing Lucas's feet off the table, he leaned in real close to his face.

"If you think I'm putting up with your shit, think again, pal," pulling back, he glared at the rest of the students. "Same goes for all you little shits." Straightening out the starched point of his shirt, he sneered at them.

"Hey Don," Lucas said mockingly. "Get a breath mint, cause your breath smells like trash."

"Detention next Saturday," Mr. Dyck reproached him. Turning he walked to the front of the tables.

"Attention all students, you have the next" his watch beamed 7:12 at him "eight hours and forty eight minutes to contemplate why you are here. For some of you, I hope not to see you again, for others that's not a possibility," he looked pointedly at Lucas.

"Each of you will write a 1,000 word essay explaining to me who you think you are and how you think I see you as the person that you claim to be." Handing out plain lined sheets of paper and pencils to everyone, he smiled stupidly.

"There will be no talking, no moving from your seats, no wandering of the hallways, etc. etc." Clapping his hands, he walked to the door of the library. "This door stays opens, so I can see you."

As soon as he left, Lucas pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Sneering derisively at anyone who looked at him, he braced his feet on the table top. Rocking precariously back and forth, he inhaled on his tar infested cigarette.

Peyton looked at him, "Do you know that smoking kills you." Staring pointedly at his face, her eyes taking in his unkempt appearance.

"Really," Lucas sneered, false awe in his voice, getting out of his chair, he walked over to her. Blowing smoke in her face, "Guess this means you're going to die too." His brows arched sarcastically at her.

"There's no need to be rude to her Lucas," Nathan butted in.

"What would you know jockstrap head," Lucas pushed Nathan back in his seat.

"I know that if you touch me again, your face will be introduced to my fist and then the floor," Nathan spat back at him.

Sighing heavily, she napped her bubblegum, "Boys could you like get a hold of yourselves," Brooke attempted to admonish them for their childish behavior. "If you're gonna fight, can you like do it away from me. I don't want to get any blood or stuff on my outfit." Smiling sweetly at them, she sat back in her chair.

In the back of the room, Haley popped her head out of her hoodie and looked at them. Her hair, an appealing dark brown, like mocha, was in wild disarray, so you could barely make out her face. She pulled out a large rectangular book and opened it. She grabbed the pencil, Don had given her and started sketching.

Peyton settled back in her seat, her mind ablaze with ideas for the essay, she'd been told to write. Thinking aloud, "Who am I? What am I? Why am I here?"

Lucas looked over at her, "What are you doing?" his eyes mocked her, he watched her reaction to his question.

"I'm trying to write the essay, what are you doing?" Peyton glared at him. "Besides being annoying." She rolled her eyes and ignored him.

"I am pondering the meaning of life. Boys and girls, why are we here?" Lucas yelled out to the room.

"We're here because we got in trouble, you're here cause you're always in trouble," Nathan answered him.

"How's Daddy dearest, are you still his bitch?" Lucas taunted, clapping his hand over his heart and rolling his eyes.

"How's Uncle Keith? Still a drunken asshole?" Nathan replied.

A loud snap of bubblegum distracted them from their argument, "Oh my god, could you guys like be quiet, I'm having a moment here," Brooke softly said. Her eyes were shut and she had perched herself on the tabletop in some kind of weird pose.

Lucas got out of his chair and went to stand in front of her. She was wearing a denim skirt and black tights. Lucas kneeled down and tried to see between her legs, her foot reached out and kicked him squarely in the chest. Catching him off guard, he fell on his ass.

"Nice try asshole," Brooke smirked at him. "You won't be the last guy to try and look up my skirt, at least next time try not to get caught." Leaning down, she tapped him lightly on the shoulder and clambered back into her seat.

A soft giggle broke Lucas's concentration, he looked back and saw the weird girl with all the hair laughing at him. Not one to be laughed at, he got up brashly and strutted back to her table. "Find something funny?"

She looked up at him and squeaked, burying her head in her hood.

"What are you doing, Mr. Roe?" Mr Dyck asked from behind him.

"Trying to console this poor lost soul, she just can't comprehend how to write the essay and I was offering her as much help as I could," turning Lucas looked at him, tossing out the insult with a smile.

"Sit down shithead, I told you not to move out of your seat, that's the only warning you'll get from me," Dyck sneered at him.

After Dyck left the room again, Lucas got up out of his seat and walked to the big heavy door that was open out into the hallway. Removing a screw or two from the door, he watched it slam shut and quickly ran back to his seat.