Alas, I own nothing

Monday arrived fairly quickly, and I honestly couldn't wait to see if anything had changed with the others, I for one, didn't feel different... Just happier. I looked down at my black and red dress, and my docks, at least I looked a bit more girly today...

As I got through the school doors I was greeted by the breakfast club, minus one, John... Standing and staring at the glass cabinet that usually held awards and such. Allison waved me over.

"What's going on?" I asked her quietly.

"Brian's essay, the one he wrote in detention for all of us, ended up in there" she pointed at the cabinet.

"Vernon was so shocked that we all got along that he thought he would share it with everyone because it made a point" Brian grinned, mainly to himself, obviously proud of his work.

Moving to the front of the group, wondering what he had written to make such a change with Vernon. I read it out loud to myself.

"Dear Mr. Vernon, we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever we did wrong. But we think you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us. In the simplest terms, in the most conveniant definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain, and an athlete, and a basket case, a princess, a criminal and a beauty queen. Does that answer your question? Sincerely yours, the Breakfast Club" my eyes were welling up, I turned to give Brian a huge hug.

"That's great" I complimented, John had arrived sometime during my reading as he was stood with his arms crossed against his chest with a smile etched on his face.

"What are you smiling at, Mr. Bender?" I smirked.

"Well at first it is was the letter that summed us all up... Then it was you wearing that" he gestured to my dress and I blushed.

"You going to class today?" I asked shocked, realising I'd never seen him in our first class.

"You're in my class?" he looked at me suspiciously.

"Yeah I am, I sit right at the back where no one can see me" he chuckled.

"Looks like you'll have some company today" I raised an eyebrow in questioning.

"We're all sitting together" Andy stated.

"Except me, I'm in your class" Claire looked disappointed that she'd be missing out on the first BC meeting since saturday.

"Have you told your friends?" I asked her with anger rising in me when I remembered what she had said.

"I told them on saturday night" she smiled to herself as she picked at a perfectly polished nail.

"What did they say?" Claire rolled her eyes.

"I'm not welcome to hang with the popular kids anymore, but I figured that's great. I hated it, pretending to be someone I wasn't... I have you guys, right?" her voice laced with worry, smiling I put an arm around her shoulders.

"You did good! You even proved yourself wrong" she sniffled and nodded.

"I just didn't want to lose you guys too"

"You've got us, we are the Breakfast Club, we have something pretty damn special" Andy held Allisons hand.

"What about you sporto?" John turned to him.

"I told them this morning, turns out they thought you guys were pretty cool already" Andy grinned at the girl next to him.

"What about your friends?" Allison poked John in the arm with a thin finger.

"I only see my friends a few times a month.. No need to get their approval" he shrugged. Just then, we all exchanged a look and the next thing I knew, I was being crushed in a group hug, minus John who watched on shaking his head.

"Come on Johnnnnnn" I whined and held my arms out to him, he was stubborn.

"Please?" I asked and fluttered my eyelashes. He rolled his eyes and pulled me into a hug, I took advantage of the moment to breathe in the scent that was John.

We all headed off to first class, except Claire... I sat in my usual seat, Bender sat next to me, Brian sat at the middle desk and Allison and Andy sat in the one next to it. We were all on the back row.

"Jesus, you can't learn anything back here!" Brian gasped.

"Exactly, I sleep here" I giggled and laid my head down on the desk. Luckily I was near the top of the register so I could go to sleep near enough straight away.

"John Bender" the teacher drawled out slowly.

"Yo" John kicked up his feet on the table.

"Andrew Clark"

"Present"

"Alice Cocker"

"Yup!" I could now drown out the monotonous voice and try to get some sleep.

"Hey sleeping beauty" she felt a small nudge on her leg, she didn't respond. She then felt a hand moving up her thigh, she jolted up right.

"What? I'm awake!" John looked at me then down at his hand.

"What?" he shook his head and grabbed my hand, sliding his fingers between mine.

"You're really slow, you know that?" John asked.

"Hey, I've just woke up, leave me alone" I smiled and leant into him.

"Your hand are freezing!" he commented with a little snigger.

"Always are" I looked down at our hands, my little hand looked even smaller when encased in John's. Our skin contrasted, me being pale and John being tanned.

I looked over to the other guys who were smiling in our direction. I mouthed 'what' at them and Allison gave me the thumbs up, whatever that meant.

After class John gave me a hug and ran off, he was skipping the next lesson which was expected really. The rest of the gang caught up with me, including Claire.

"Would someone like to explain what was going on back there?" I put my hands on my hips.

"He's totally into you" Allison started.

"I've never seen him hold someone's hand before" Andy piped up.

"Oh please, it's nothing" I gave a wave of my hand, Claire seemed amused.

"Makes sense. Why else would he be here in the morning? He doesn't usually turn up til after lunch" Claire made a pretty valid point.

We spent the next lesson discussing random stuff the came into our heads. I didn't see John again until lunch, he sauntered over to the table and sat opposite me and I smiled widely at him. Everyone was looking over, John never came into the cafeteria at lunch.

"Fancy seeing you here" I tilted my head in questioning.

"I came to see you" he rested his hands on the table in front of him, playing with a bit of cotton on the edge of his glove.

"Oh?"

"I was wondering if you'd um..."

"Finish your sentence for you?" I poked his hand jokingly.

"Go out with me?"

Oooooh, what do you think?!