okay, I noticed my bad grammar errors and stuff in the first chapter and now I have an editor (thank you so much Nikki), so you shouldn't have to live through my bad typing and grammatic errors anymore.lol. thank you for the reviews by the way! they are much appreciated!oh and for those that think its all about John and Claire, Allison,Andrew,and even Bri Bri will make an appearance in these, as a matter of fact, the lovable athlete is in this next one!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Breakfast Club though i wish I owned Bender. But they all belong to Mr. John Hughes who without his brilliance,TBC would not exist.

Chapter 2

No Time at All

Andrew was in Health class,being force against his will to watch one of those health movies from the 50's. His eyes glazed over as he stared out the window,rather than the movie, it was fixing to rain,he could tell by the color of the sky. Andy propped his head up with his hand,feeling it threaten to lay down on the desk.

He drifted off for two seconds,then felt something hit his head. He looked around and John was at the back of the classroom,wading another piece of paper up and throwing it at him, he caught it and opened it up. There was a badly written message in it that said:

Meet me in the bathroom after class, I gotta question.Leave me waiting sport-o, I'll hunt you down!

John

Andy sighed and looked back at John and nodded, Bender turned his attention back to carving something into the desk. He wondered what the hell John Bender wanted with him,then he remembered Claire. Why all the sudden did he feel like he was in a cheesy romance movie?

The bell rang for the switching of classes and Claire got up,heading out first, her books clutched to her chest. She wondered what Bender was doing.What are you thinking? He's in class you dweeb,at least we hope. she sighed and watched everyone walk by as she leaned against her locker.This was already turning out to be a long day.

Bender paced the bathroom,checking his Dickies watch every chance he got. for a ten dollar watch it told time good.,but to bad it couldn't make Sport-o hurry it up. He hopped up on the sinks edge and stared at the door."Five more minutes and I'm gone. " he mumbled to himself.

John pulled the flyer out of his trench coat pocket and sighed. He really hoped his plan would come out right. Claire meant everything in the world to him, and he didn't want to lose her like he had so many others.He looked up when the door flew open and a disgruntled sweatshirt-clad Andrew came running into the bathroom "Where the hell have you been Sport-o?" John said,returning to his old way.

"I was in...the gym..." Andy said,his chest heaving.

"Can you not take three seconds..."

"oh will you quit your freakin' belly-achin' and tell me what this is about?"

" I wanna ask Claire to the dance." John said real fast.

Andrew stared at him.

"you heard me! " John shouted "I wanna ask Claire to the dance but..I need your help in doin' it!"

"Why me?" Andy said,staring at him.

"Because well...I'm scared she won't like," he paused,looking for the word "like me. You know? like well,shit" he ran a hand through his mess of brown hair and stared at the floor.

"okay,okay, I get it." Andy said "its a masquerade ball thing an you want me to help you sot hat Claire won't know its you. why? its stupid!" "I want her to know me for who Iam and not how I dress,that whole deal and I think the only way I can do that is trough this thing called a masque...masquerade.okay?" John said,scowling at Andy.

"well,my dear friend" Andy said,smiling. "I'll help you,but you gotta cooperate.It'll take no time at all,all I need is your cooperation."