A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've been busy with my horse. Anyway- enjoy:)

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Chapter Five- Getting to know one another

They all took seats in the library.

"Now I know one of you was behind this. I expect it was you Clark, but I can't prove it. Now you will sit, you will be quiet, you will not move or even think of doing anything. Got it?"

"Yes sir," everyone chorused.

"Good."

Gabby giggled after Watson had returned to his office. "That was disappointing."

"Why?" Matt asked.

"It was too easy!"

"I think it was stupid," Emma said. "We could've got another Saturday detention!"

"Boo hoo! Who cares? Live a little!"

"I can live a lot better outside school walls."

"Please! You live for this school. You say you don't but what would you do without it? All you know how to do is lean against lockers with the other popular girls, and talk about prom and lipstick!"

Emma huffed. "Shut up! What do you know about?"

"A hell of a lot more than you!"

"Yeah! Like what?"

"I know I could drop you on your prissy ass if you keep pushing my buttons!"

"Bullshit!"

Gabby jumped up, and sent her chair flying backwards. "Want to give it a trial run?"

"Go to hell," Emma said quietly and faced the front of the room again.

"That's what I thought," Gabby said. She started wandering around looking at everything. She never really had before. She was too busy with classes or something to really stop and smell the roses. If you wanted to put it that way. "Any of you ever heard of The Breakfast Club?"

"Who hasn't!" Matt said. "I mean, they wrote that essay that totally gave Richard Vernon an earful, and pushed him over the deep end! He threw in his chalk, quit teaching after wrangling with those kids."

Emma turned to look at Matt. "My Dad was one of them you know. He wrote the essay."

"Cool."

"Both my Mom and Dad were here," Aaron said. "My Dad's John Bender and my Mom's Claire Standish. Well she's Claire Bender now."

"Yeah mine too," Gabby said with a smile. "My Mom's Allison Reynolds, and my Dad's Andrew Clark."

"The Andrew Clark!" Matt exclaimed.

"Yeah, the Andrew Clark."

"Wow," Matt breathed. "Your Dad..."

"Taped your Dad's buns together," Gabby laughed. "I know." Despite her best efforts, Gabby was almost getting to like these people.