Characters
Brooke…….Princess
Lucas……….Criminal
Nathan……Athlete
Peyton………Brain
Haley………..Kook
Dyck………….Principal
A/N: Thanks for the reviews. Here's Chapter Three.
Direct quotes from the movie, I've changed some of the words around to suit the story. My source for the quotes is: not showing up, it's a geocities website devoted to the Breakfast Club w/ quotes.
(start of direct quotes)
"Lucas, that's, that's school property there... you know, it doesn't belong to us. It's something not to be toyed with," Peyton tried to appeal to the good side of his personality.
"That's very funny, come on, fix it," Nathan laughed quickly and stared at him.
"You should really fix that," Peyton repeated herself.
"Am I a genius?" he waggled his eyebrows at them.
"No, you're an asshole!" He rolled his eyes at the ceiling.
"What a funny guy!" Lucas commented.
"Fix the door Lucas!" Nathan tried one last time to reason with him.
"Everyone just shut up, here comes Dyck," he sat in his seat, hands folded neatly together on the table, a look of innocence on his face.
"Gimme that." He grabbed Lucas's hands and pried them open, coming up with nothing.
"I don't have anything," waving his hands in the air.
"You want me to yank you out of that seat and shake it out of you?" he growled at Lucas.
"I don't have it. Screws fall out all the time, the world's an imperfect place." He said with a straight face, inside he was laughing his ass off.
"Nathan, front and center, come here," Dyck yelled to the varsity athlete.
"How come Nathan gets to get up? If he gets up, we'll all get up," his hands flailed in the air. Cupping his hands over his mouth, he yelled, "IT'LL BE ANARCHY!"
Lucas watched while Dyck had Nathan move a bookstand in front of the door to hold it open. "It's too heavy, Dyck, it won't hold," he yelled.
"Sit down shithead," Dyck yelled back.
"Yes sir," Lucas saluted him and sat back in his chair as he watched the door slam on the bookstand. His shoulders shook softly with laughter, while Dyck stood there staring at the door like it was possessed.
"You're not fooling anyone, Lucas. The next screw that falls out is going to be you," his sneer could be seen across the room.
"Eat my shorts," Lucas said under his breath.
"What was that?" Dyck asked.
" Eat. My. Shorts." Lucas emphasized.
You just bought yourself another Saturday," Dyck stuck out his finger.
" Ugh, I'm crushed." A look of disgust crossed his face.
" You just bought one more right there," Dyck was starting to smile now.
" Well, I'm free next Saturday, too! Beyond that, I'm gonna have to check my calendar," he joked.
" Good. Because it's going to be filled. We'll keep going. Want another one? Say the word. Just say the word. Instead of going to prison you'll come here. Are you through?"
" No," Lucas scoffed.
" I'm doing society a favor by keeping you in here every Saturday," Dyck smiled, displaying his yellowing teeth.
"What's happening is by giving me a detention every Saturday, you're telling the world that you're a pathetic man with nothing better to do than spend it with me," he smirked.
"That's another one right now. I've got you the rest of your natural born life if you don't watch your step! You want another one?" Dyck yelled.
"Yes, that's how much I love you," he puckered his lips up and kissed his hand.
"You got it! Right there, that's another one, pal."
"Cut it out!" Brooke glared at him.
"You through?"
"Not even close, BUD."
" Good. You got one more, right there."
" You really think I give a shit?" Lucas swore.
"Another. You through?" Dyck asked.
" How many is that?" he scrunched up his face in mock confusion.
"That's seven including when you asked Mr.Dyck here if Barry Manilow knew that he raided his closet," Peyton said.
"Now it's eight. You stay out of this," Dyck turned on Peyton.
"It's only seven, obviously you can't count worth a shit," she mumbled under her breath.
"Shut up, pisshead. You're mine, Lucas. For two months, I've got you in here with me," he smirked happily.
"What can I say? I'm thrilled to be spending the time in your company, Sir," he tossed out the formal address scornfully.
Dyck walked to the shut library door, "Now that's it! I'm gonna be right outside those doors. Next time I have to come in here, I'm crackin' skulls." He smacked his hands together for good effect.
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"He's a damn idiot, if he thinks I'm staying in here to rot while he's gone," Lucas jumped up from his seat.
"Are you stupid, you just got 2 months worth of detention, do you want more?" Brooke yelled at him.
"What I need doll face is to get away from you and the rest of these idiots," Lucas said with his back to her.
"Could you at least look at me when you talk to me, or is that even too undignified for you to do," Brooke challenged him.
Straightening his shoulders, Lucas turned and walked over to her, leaning down, he looked her dead in the eye. "What's wrong prom queen, not getting enough attention, hey since we're alone, let's impregnate the prom queen, should make for some interesting fun."
Brooke moved her chair back in fear, her eyes darting from him back to the wall.
Nathan stepped in, "If you touch her, I'll kill you."
"Oh really sporto, you promise," Lucas said in a girlish voice.
"Yeah I promise," Nathan replied.
"Don't you think it would be fun to play with the prom queen, would make a change from all the guys you play with every day in wrestling practice," Lucas teased him, the last few words said in a breathy girly voice.
"Back off Lucas or I will beat you down," Nathan stood up, his shoulders shaking with anger.
"You promise," Lucas tapped him lightly on the shoulder.
Nathan swung with his right fist aiming for Lucas's face. Lucas ducked and Nathan hit dead air. Brooke backed out of the way in fear and watched them. Lucas punched Nathan softly in the gut and pushed him over.
Tossing back his golden locks in anger, his nostrils flared. "Next time sporto, I won't be so delicate." Moving quickly, he walked to the heavy door that barred them from their freedom and slipped out into the hallway.
Brooke leant down to Nathan, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," he stood up and gingerly felt his ribs, feeling a slight twinge, he knew he'd have a bruise, but nothing worse tomorrow.
"Thanks for defending me," Brooke said.
Nathan nodded and looked up at the clock. It was only 8:03 am.
"Where did the juvenile delinquent go?" Peyton asked them.
"Who knows?" Brooke said, filing her nails.
"Who cares?" Nathan spat out.
"I care." A quiet voice from the back said.
The other three turned to look at her. She brushed her hair out of her face and looked at them. Grabbing her bag, she walked over to the door where Lucas had left and looked back at them.
"Coming?" she asked.