A/N: And here it is :) Thanks to my first reviewer! You know who you are :p
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own The Breakfast Club…I do own my OC, though.
Vernon walked over, and took a folding chair that was leaning against the wall onto the door.
"The door's way too heavy, sir." Bender said, raising his hand. I turned to him, smirking. I couldn't hold in my chuckle when the door slammed shut.
"God dammit!" Vernon said in the hallway. I put my head down on the desk, shaking my head. "Andrew Clark-get up here. Come on, front and center, let's go." He said, pointing to Andrew. We watched as he jogged up to the front.
"Hey, how come Andrew gets to get up? If he gets up, we'll all get up! It'll be anarchy!" Bender claimed, putting his finger up.
"Anarchy!" I cried, putting my finger up as well. Vernon and Andrew got to work putting the magazine rack in front of the door.
"Okay, now watch the magazines." Vernon said, ignoring us. Andrew walked back through, but the door was completely blocked, so he ended up tripping over the magazines. I smirked.
"That's very clever sit, but what if there's a fire?" I asked innocently.
"I think violating fire codes and endangering the lives of children would be unwise at this juncture in your career, sir." Bender added on. "Nice." I hissed, putting my thumb up.
"Alright, what are you doing with this? Get this outta here for God's sake! What's the matter with you? Come on!" Vernon snapped at Andrew, waving his hand in towards the library.
"You know the school comes equipped with fire exits at either end of the library?" Brian said, waving his fingers to the front and back of the library.
"Show Dick some respect!" Bender and I said in unison, glaring at Brian.
Andrew sat back down, and looked up at him. "I expected a little more from a varsity letterman!" he shook his head in shame. He looked between Bender and me "You're not fooling anybody, you two! The next screw that falls out is gonna be you!" he yelled, pointing at us. He turned around, and began to leave.
Bender looked at the table, "I hate you." I muttered at the same time he said, "Eat my shorts."
"You guys just bought yourself another Saturday!" Vernon said angrily.
"Oh, yay." I cheered fakely while Bender muttered, "Oh Christ…"
"There's one more right there!" he pointed at us.
"Well, I'm free the Saturday after that…beyond that, I'm gonna have to check my caldendar!" Bender yelled, his jaw getting tense.
"Bender! Stop!" I smacked his arm.
"You're coming in with him, missy." Vernon pointed at me. "You want another one? Say the word, just say the word! Instead of going to prison, you'll come here! Are you through?" Vernon growled at him.
"No!" Bender said defiantly.
"I'm doing society a favor!" Vernon screamed.
"So?" Bender frowned slightly.
"That's another one, right now! I've got you for the rest of your natural born life if you don't watch your step! You want another one?"
"No! He doesn't want another one!" I told Vernon.
"…Yes!" Bender said playfully.
"Bender!" I yelled, smacking his leg. "Stop!" I said with wide eyes.
"You got it! You got another one, right there, Bender! And you too, missy!"
"Cut it out!" Standish said, looking between us.
"You through?" Vernon asked.
"Not even close, bud!" Bender growled, saying each word carefully.
"Bender!" he glanced at me. "Stop! Come on dude!" I pleaded with him.
"One more, right there-for both of you!" Vernon said, smirking.
"Do you really think I give a shit?" Bender asked.
"Um…I give a shit!" I tried to chime in, but they ignored me.
"Another…" Vernon growled. "You through?"
"How many is that?"
"That's seven including the one when we first came in and you asked Mr. Vernon here whether Barry Manilow knew that he raided his closet." Brian chimed in.
"Now it's eight." Vernon smirked at us. I frowned at Bender. "And you stay out of it!" he growled to Brian.
"Excuse me, sir, it's seven." Brian tried to convince him.
"Shut up, Peewee!" Vernon said angrily. "You two are mine…for two months I gotcha! I gotcha!" Vernon said, showing us two fingers.
"What can I say? I'm thrilled!" Bender said sarcastically.
"I'm not!" I said angrily, touching my chest.
Vernon ignored me, and kept talking to Bender, "Oh, I'm sure that's exactly what you want these people to believe. You know something, Bender? You ought to spend a little more time trying to do something with yourself and a little less time trying to impress people. You might be better off." Vernon growled, and then turned to me, "And you better stay out of people's business." I opened my mouth, shaking my head, "Alright, that's it! I'm going to be right outside those doors. The next time I have to come in here…" I glared at Bender as he mouthed along with Vernon, "I'm cracking skulls." Vernon showed us his 'bull horns' and walked back out the door.
"FUCK YOU!" Bender yelled when the door was closed. I glared at him. "What?" he asked innocently.
"Fuck you!" I said, crossing my arms, and looking forward.
I glanced at the clock for the thirtieth time in 10 seconds. Damn-still a quarter to eight…how is that even possible?
Bender lit his shoe on fire, and I rolled my eyes at him-dumbass. I glanced around, and saw Brian throw a hat onto his lap-yeah…real subtle, nerd. Andrew pulled the strings on his sweatshirt. I glanced back to Allison and saw her pulling a string around her finger. I slapped Bender, and nodded to the fire. He rolled his eyes and slapped it out. I turned back to Allison and saw her shake her hair-ahh…the hair trick. I've tried it before…when my old man was sleeping with his mouth wide open. I slowly put my head down, and before I knew it, I was dead asleep…the first time I've fallen asleep without the drunken asshole next to me.
"Wake up!" was the next thing I heard. I didn't open my eyes-hoping this magical sleep could last just a few more minutes. "Who has to go to the lavatory?" he snapped. I peeked up, and saw everyone else's hands were raised, so I put mine up as well.
I looked back at the clock-10:22? Ugh. I am tired of this. I should've just never gone in the first place. I could of just hidden out in the shed of my neighbors yard. I sat next to Bender, and watched him tearing pages out of a random book, and throwing them on the floor.
"That's real intelligent." Andrew said sarcasdtically.
"You're right…it's wrong to destroy literature." He tore out pages nonetheless, "It's such fun to read…and, Molet really pumps my nads!" he said. I pursed my lips.
"I like to read." I shrugged. He looked at me with an eyebrow raised. "It gives me an escape from everyday life." I explained.
"It's 'Mol-yare'." Standish said, smirking a bit.
"For you." Bender said, putting the ripped book onto my lap.
"Gee, thanks." I got up, and threw the book on the floor. Bender got out the card catolouge and took a handful of cards out. I raised my eyebrow and opened my mouth.
"Big deal. Nothing to do when you're locked in a vacancy…" he said, placing cards into random places.
"Speak for yourself." Andrew said, crossing his arms.
Bender glared at him, "Do you think I'd speak for you? I don't even know your language." Andrew ignored him, and turned to Standish. I sat on the table next to Standish. She glared at me before turning back around.
"Hey, you grounded tonight?" he asked, leaning on the railing.
"I don't know, my mom said I was-but my dad told me to just blow her off." Standish shrugged.
"Big party at Stubbies, parents are in Europe. Should be pretty wild…" Andrew said, raising his eyebrows slightly.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, can you go?" Andrew asked, getting to the point.
"I doubt it." Claire shrugged.
"How come?" Andrew said curiously.
"Well, because if I do what my mother tells me not to do, it's because my father says it's okay. There's like this whole big monster deal, it's endless and it's a total drag. It's like any minute…divorce." Standish said pitifully.
"Boo-freaking-hoo." I muttered, rolling my eyes in annoyance. They ignored me, though-of course they did.
"Who do you like better?" Bender asked suddenly.
"What?" Standish asked, confused.
"You like your old man better than your mom?" Bender clarified, raising his eyebrows.
"They're both strict." She shrugged.
Bender sighed, clearly unhappy with her answer, "No, I mean, if you had to choose between them."
"I dunno, I'd probably go live with my brother." Standish said, smiling fondly, "I mean, I don't think either one of them gives a shit about me…it's like they use me just to get back at each other."
Out of nowhere, Allison loudly said, "HA!" Everybody turned around with their mouths open. Allison simply blew her hair and grinned at us.
"Shut up!" Standish said, shaking her head. I smirked, and gave her a thumbs up.
"You're just feeling sorry for yourself." Andrew said, shrugging.
"Yeah, well if I didn't nobody else would." She defended herself.
"Aw…you're breaking my heart." Andrew said, putting his hand on his chest.
"Hey Sporto…" Bender said, leaning in a bit.
"What?" Andrew said, annoyed by Bender…once again. He jumped down, and looked down at the jock.
"You get along with your parents?" he asked.
Andrew paused for a second, then spoke, "Well, if I say yes, I'm an idiot, right?"
"You're an idiot anyway…but if you say you get along with your parents, well you're a liar too!" Bender smirked, and turned around. Andrew followed him, and pushed him when they got to the aisle. I snapped around, spinning on the table.
"You know something, man…if we weren't in school right now, I'd waste you!" Bender narrowed his eyes, and pointed his middle finger at the ground.
"Can you hear this? Want me to turn it up?" he asked, turning his hand around so he was giving him the bird.
"Hey fellas, I mean…" Brian put his hands on each of their shoulders. Andrew pushed him away, and walked to the back tables, sitting on the edge. "I mean…I don't like my parents either, I don't…I don't get along with them…their idea of parental compassion is just, you know, wacko!" Brian smirked. I knit my eyebrows together.
"Dork…" I called. He snapped around.
"Yeah?" he asked quietly.
"You are a parent's wet dream, okay?" I said honestly. He frowned.
"Well, that's a problem!" he exclaimed.
"Look, I can see you getting all bunged up for them making you wear these kinda clothes. But face it, you're a Neo-Maxi-Zoom-Dweebie! What would you be doing if you weren't out making yourself a better citizen?" Bender chimed in.
"Why do you have to insult everybody?" Andrew asked angrily. I wasn't sure who he was speaking to at the moment.
"I like it," I said at the same time Bender told him, "I'm being honest, asshole! I would expect you…to know the difference!"
Andrew glanced at Brian, "Yeah well, he's got a name!"
"Yeah?" Bender asked, raising his brows.
"Yeah…" he looked at Brian full-on now, "What's your name?"
"Uh…Bri-Brian." He stuttered through.
"See?" Andrew said, waving to Brian.
"My condolonces." Bender said, and looked at me. "What's your name?" he asked.
"Um…Moore." I simply said.
"Do you have a last name?" Standish asked sarcastically.
"I don't…I don't like my first name." I said, slightly embarrassed.
"So? This kid's name is Brian." Bender said, leaning towards me.
"You know my name, Bender." I said, putting my hand out to him. He thought about it for a moment. "I told you right before I took off your belt." I raised my eyebrows.
"Yeah-for that moment, I was only thinking about having sex. What's your name, Moore?" Bender said. I swallowed, and looked at my feet, which were hanging off the table.
"Um…"
"Well?" Standish asked. I glared at her.
"Dot Moore." I said with a lot of hesitation.
"Dot?" Standish asked, her mind blown.
"My parents were high when they named me, okay?" I said shrugging.
"Interesting. What's your name?" Bender defended me. I smiled slightly at him while he walked over to Standish.
"Claire." She said, looking at him.
"Ka-Laire?" Bender said, knitting his eyebrows.
"Claire! It's a family name!" she defended herself.
"Nooo. It's a fat girl's name!" Bender said, smiling.
"Well thank you." Claire said sarcastically.
"You're welcome." Bender smiled.
"I'm not fat!" Standish yelled at him. Bender shook his head.
"Well, not at present. But I could see you really pushing maximum density! You see, I'm not sure if you know this…but there are two kinds of fat people. There's fat people that were born to be fat, and then there's fat people that were once thin but they became fat…so when you look at them you can sorta see that thin person inside. You see, you're gonna get married, you're gonna squeeze out a few puppies and then, uh…" Bender began puffing out his cheeks, and pretended his stomach was getting bigger. All I saw, was Standish giving him the finger.
"Oh…obscene finger gestures from such a pristine girl!" Bender said mockingly.
"I'm not pristine!" she said, crossing her arms and looking away. Bender leaned forward onto the table.
"Are you a virgin?" he asked her. "I'll bet you a million dollars that you are! Let's end the suspense! Is it gonna be…" he waited a beat, "…a white wedding?"
"Bender, shut the hell up, man!" I said, getting angry with him. He looked at me, and stood up.
"Have you ever kissed a boy on the mouth?" he asked. I looked down, he hadn't kissed me last week-I hadn't allowed him-he reminded me too much of him. "Have you ever been felt up? Over the bra, under the blouse, shoes off…hoping to God your parents don't walk in?" I looked away in anger-of course I had.
"Would you stop?" Claire asked angrily.
"Why don't you just shut up, princess?" I yelled, looking at her. Bender smirked at me, and walked forward.
"Over the panties, no bra, blouse unbuttoned, Calvin's in a ball on the front seat past eleven on a school night?" my breath kept getting harder, and faster. And when he said the last part, I screamed and put my hands over my ears. Tears sprung to my ears.
"Stop, just please stop." I cried. Andrew put a hand on my shoulder.
"Leave her alone!" he said. I got up, and sat in the back on a table. Bender looked back at me, then at Andrew.
"It's true though, she's basically the slut of the school." Bender said. I glared at him. I've never had sex in this shit hole school with anyone but him.
"I said leave her alone!" Andrew said again. Bender and Andrew got in each other's faces.
"You gonna make me?" he asked.
"Yeah." Andrew nodded.
"You and how many of your friends?" Bender glared at him.
"Just me, just you and me. Two hits. Me hitting you, you hitting the floor! Anytime you're ready, pal." Andrew said simply. Bender put his arm back, and was about to hit him, but Andrew did one of his wrestling moves on him, and dropped him to the floor.
"I don't wanna get into this with you man…" Bender said on the floor. I watched carefully. Andrew stood up, and glared at him.
"Why not?" he yelled.
"Because I'd kill you…it's real simple. I'd kill you, and your fucking parents would sue me and it would be a big mess and I don't care enough about you to bother." Bender said, backing up. I looked away.
"Chicken shit." Andrew said simply. He turned around, and began walking away. I heard the sound of a switchblade opening, and saw Bender with one in his hand. My gut dropped when I saw it shining in his hand. He stabbed it into the table. "Let's end this right now. You don't talk to Dot, or Claire. You don't look at them, and you don't even think about her! You understand me?" he said, walking back to Bender.
"I'm just trying to make a point!" Bender tried to convince him.
"Bull. Shit. Bender." I said, glaring at him. He looked back at me, and sat casually when the janitor walked in.
"Brian, how you doing?" he asked. He was balding, but was still really nice.
"You're dad works here?" Bender asked, knitting his brows together at Brian. The nerd's cheeks reddened, and he looked down. "Uh, Carl?" Bender asked.
"What?" Carl looked up at us.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure…" the janitor shrugged.
"How does one become a janitor?"
Carl's brows raised, and he looked at Bender in disbelief. "You wanna become a janitor?" he asked.
"No, I just wanna know how one becomes a janitor because Andrew here, is very interested in pursuing a career in the custodial arts."
"Oh really? You guys think I'm just some untouchable peasant? Peon? Huh? Maybe so, but following a broom around after shitheads like you for the past eight years I've learned a couple of things. I look through your letters, I look through your lockers. I listen to your conversations, you don't know that but I do…I am the eyes and the ears of this institution my friends. By the way, that clock's twenty minutes fast!
I groaned along with everybody else. "We know you do now." I muttered.
Andrew was the only one who spoke, "Shit!"