I DON'T own Breakfast Club or Twisted. Sorry, I haven't had time to write lately. The song she sings with her food is from the 90's movie "The Little Rascals", I also DO NOT own the song. I hope you enjoy :)

We were all bored again except by now I knew 4 of the other's names. There was Claire Standish, bitchy richie, Andrew Clark, somewhat respectful jock, Brian Johnson, invisible brain, and John Bender, the rebel that drives me crazy. The only one whose name I don't know is the really quiet girl's.

John started whistling a marching tune and we all jumped in. As soon as Vernon walked in we all stopped except for John of course, who whistled Beethoven's Fifth Symphony. I giggled and he winked at me, but I rolled my eyes at him. I've learned to control my blushing.

"Alright girls, that's thirty minutes for lunch." Vernon said.

"Here?" Andy asked.

"Here."

"Well, I think the cafeteria would be a more suitable place for us to eat lunch in sir." I nodded in agreement.

"Well, I don't care what you think Andrew."

"Uh-Dick?"John said and Vernon glared at him. "Excuse me...Rich, will milk be made available to us?"

"We're extremely thirsty sir." I said.

"I have a really low tolerance for dehydration." Claire jumped in.

"I've seen her dehydrated sir. It's pretty gross." Andy added and Claire glared at him.

"Relax." John said as he stood up and grabbed my hand. "Valentina and I will get it."

"Ah-ah-ah grab some wood there bub. What'd you think I was born yesterday? Think I'm gonna have you two roaming these halls." Bender let go of my hand and sat back down. "You." Vernon said pointing to Andy, who started pointing at Claire. Like that's gonna happen. "And you." He says pointing to the quiet girl. "Hey!" He says with a snap of his fingers when she doesn't respond. "What's her name? Wake her-Wake her up! Hey! Come on, on your feet missy! Let's go! This is no rest home." She gathers up her bag hurriedly. "And Mr. Desai too. There's a soft drink machine in the teacher's lounge." With that Vernon left as Danny and the other two left in the opposite direction. Danny threw me a worried look before he left.

In The Hall

"So what's your poison?" Andy asks the other two.

Danny shrugs and says. "I don't really care." Andy nods maintaining a safe distance from him and they look at their silent companion hoping for an answer.

When she doesn't answer Andy mumbles, "Okay...Forget I asked."

"Vodka." She finally says.

"Vodka? When do you drink vodka?" Andy asks.

The girl walks a little past him. "Whenever."

"I've only ever had a beer here and there and Nina is not so big on alcohol." Danny says trying to make conversation.

"I've been wondering...you two are brother and sister?" Andy asked and Danny nodded. "Well...you two don't look at all related and she has an accent."

"She's adopted. She changed her last name to Desai 6 months ago." Danny said.

In The Library-Nina's Point of View

John, Brian, and Claire sat in the back of library while I searched out the biography section. When I had finally found it (it was the furthest one) on top of the shelf there was a sketch pad and a set of charcoal pencils with a note for Danny. At my feet I found a guitar case with a note for me that said Hope you like it little songbird. Love, Aunt Debbie and Uncle Carl . I opened the case to see a Gibson J-45 Cobraburst. It was absolutely beautiful. I closed the case and put it under my table and Danny's stuff on top.

I walk to the back just in time to hear Bender ask Claire, "You wanna see a picture of a guy with elephantitis of the nuts? It's pretty tasty."

She rolled her eyes. "No thank you."

He sees me come up next to her. "What about you, Sweets?" I laugh and shake my head.

"How do you think he rides a bike? Oh, Claire...would you ever consider dating a guy like this?"

"Can't you just leave me alone?" She says irritatedly.

"I mean, what if he has great personality, was a good dancer, had a cool car? Although you'd probably have to ride in the backseat because his nuts would ride shotgun."

She sighs and turns to me. "You know what I wish I was doing?"

"Oh, watch what you say. Brian here is a cherry." John says, but she ignores him.

"I wish I was on a plane...To France." She says as John and Brian start having their conversation.

"Hey listen, about earlier...I'm sorry I lost it." I said softly.

She shrugs. "It's whatever. I was being a bitch anyways." We smile at each other.

All of a sudden I hear John say, "Oh, you and Claire did it."

We turn to them. "What are you talking about?" She asks.

"Nothing. Let's just drop it okay?" Brian says.

"Drop what? What are you talking about?"

"Well, Brian's trying to tell me that in addition to the number of girls in the Niagara Falls area, that presently you and he are riding the hobby horse." John says. I didn't believe it though.

"You little pig." Claire says to Brian.

"No, I'm not. John said I was a cherry and I said I wasn't. That's all that was said." Brian says flustered and frustrated.

"Then what were you motioning to Claire for?" John asks.

"He is lying." Brian defends.

"Oh, so were you pointing to Valentina then?!" He asks angrily and my heart stutters. "Or were you motioning to the both of them?"

"Well, yeah I was, but that's only because I didn't want them to know I was a virgin, okay? Excuse me for being a virgin, I'm sorry."

"Why didn't you want us to know you were a virgin?" Claire asks.

"Because it's personal business, it's my personal private business."

"Well Brian, it doesn't sound like you're doing any business." John says and I roll my eyes at him.

I stand next to Brian and put my hand on his knee. Claire and I look at each other knowing what the other is thinking. "You know what, Brian? I think it's pretty cool that you're still a virgin." I say.

"You do?" He asks looking at the floor shyly.

"You do?" Bender says at the same time surprised.

I nod. "Yup." I look at Claire and she jumps in.

"I think it's okay for a guy to be a virgin." She says and I see Brian smile to himself.

"I definitely want my son to be a virgin till he's married, but then again what mom doesn't?" I say as we walk back to the front.

"You have a kid?" Bender asks.

I smile and nod enthusiastically. "Yup!" Just then, Danny, Andy, and the silent girl walk in with our drinks. Danny places them on the front table and John tosses one to the pale girl who is back in her seat. Danny sits next to me with his drink.

"Oh, sorry sis. I'll go grab a drink for you." He says as he starts to get up.

"Valentina!" John yells back to us and my heart stutters again. He tosses me a drink.

I catch it with one hand. "Thank you, John!" And he gives me a quick nods.

"What's in there?" He asks Claire.

"Guess...Where's your lunch?"

"Sweets back there is wearing it." He looks back and winks at me. I stick my tongue out at him and he does the same to me. I laughed and took out a styrofoam container that had my lunch. Fried chicken, hushpuppies, biscuits, collard greens, and cookies all made by yours truly.

Danny says something, but I don't hear him. I was too busy dancing happily with a biscuit in my hand. "I got a biscuit! I got a biscuit! I got a biscuit! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! I got a biscuit! I got a biscuit! I got a biscuit! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!" And with that I take a bite out of my biscuit and continue to hum the song and dance. John looks back at me like I'm crazy and I just give him the cheesiest grin I can manage with my cheeks stuffed. He laughs and I swallow and laugh with him.

He turns back around as Claire takes out a bento and some soy sauce. "What's that?" He asks.

"Sushi." She says in a duh tone.

"Sushi?" He says confused.

She giggles at him. "Ummm...yeah...it's rice, raw fish, and seaweed." She answers.

"You won't accept a guy's tongue in your mouth and you're gonna eat that?"

"Can I eat?" She says.

"I don't know. Give it a try." He says grossed-out.

Andy pulls out a huge paper grocery sack and begins taking out his lunch. We all watch as he pulls out a bag of chips, three sandwiches, a bag of cookies, a carton of milk, a banana, and (finally) an apple. "Whoa there, Sporto! Hah! And I thought I had a lot!" I chuckle and he just smiles.

The silent one then takes out her lunch. She tosses up the bologna from her sandwich, which sticks to the statue behind her for a few seconds before falling. She then adds Pixie Stix and Cap'n Crunch to her sandwich and takes a huge bite out of it. Danny and I look at each other and shrug as we continue eating our own food.

Bender grabs Brian's lunch. "What are we having?" He asks Brian and I can already tell this won't end good.

"Uh...it's just your standard, regular lunch I guess." Brian answers.

John begins emptying Brian's lunch sack. He pulls out a thermos first. "Milk?"

"Soup." Brian tries to grab his lunch back, but Bender slaps his hand. Bender pulls out a juice box. "It's apple juice." Brian says.

"I can read." Bender says irritatedly. "PB&J with the crusts cut off. Well Brian, this is a very nutritious lunch. All the food groups are represented. Did your mom marry Mr. Rogers?"

"Uh-no, Mr. Johnson." Brian says not getting the joke. Andrew and Claire laugh to themselves.

Bender stands. "Here's my impression of life at big Bri's house:

(in a loud and friendly voice) Son!

(in a kiddie voice) Yeah Dad?

(loud) How's your day, pal?

(kiddie) Great Dad, how's yours?

(loud) Super, say son, how'd you like to go fishing this weekend?

(kiddie) Great Dad, but I've got homework to do!

(loud) That's alright son, you can do it, on the boat!

(kiddie) Geee!

(loud) Dear, isn't our son swell?

(quiet and motherly) Yes Dear, isn't life swell?" He mimes the parents kissing. Then, he punches the picture he has just created. No one is laughing.

"Alright, what about your family?" Andrew asks.

"Oh, mine? That's real easy." Bender points to nowhere in particular. "(in a gruff voice) Stupid, worthless, no good, freeloading, son of a bitch, retarded, big mouth, know it all, asshole, jerk!

(in a girly voice) You forgot ugly, lazy and disrespectful.

(Slaps his hand back to mime his mom getting hit/gruff voice) Shut up bitch! Go fix me a pot pie!

(As himself) What about you dad?

(gruff) Fuck you!

(himself) No dad, what about you?

(his dad) Fuck you!

(himself-yelling) No dad, what about you?

(his dad-yelling) Fuck you!" He punches the air as his dad hitting him.

It's silent for a second. "Is that for real?" Brian is the first to break the silence.

"You wanna come over sometime?"

"That's bullshit." Andy states. "It's all part of your image, I don't believe a word of it." Bender looks hurt.

I take a deep breath and shake my head. "He ain't lyin', hun."

"How do you know?" Claire asks.

"I just do." I shrug, hoping she'll drop it. Danny holds my hand comfortingly.

"Well, I still don't believe him." Andy says.

"You don't believe me?" Bender says.

"No..."

"No?"

"Did I stutter?" Andy challenges.

Bender walks up by him and rolls up his right sleeve to reveal a circular shaped burn. "Do you believe this? Huh? It's about the size of a cigar...Do I stutter? You see, this is what you get in my house when you spill paint in the garage." He starts walking away. "See, I don't think I need to sit here with you fuckin' dildos anymore!" He walks over to a table by the stairs platform and pushes everything on the floor angrily. He jumps on the table and to the platform. He sits with his back to us.

"I told he wasn't lying." I say to Andy before getting to the platform the same way Bender did.

"Go away." Bender says. I sit next to him. "I said, go away!" He snaps.

"I know what you said; I'm just not gonna do it."

"Why are you even-"

I cut him off. "Can you just let me talk?" I snap back at him. He shuts up. "Thank you."

I took a deep breath before I started talking again. "Darlin', I've been in your shoes before. I was lucky enough to be saved by the Desai's" His gives me a confused look. "They adopted me." He nods in understanding. "Before them sure was hell though." I sigh. "I'm originally from Georgia. I had a sister-"

"Wait, what do you mean by 'had'?"

"She died a couple years ago."

"I'm sorry, I didn't-"

"It's fine. I didn't even care when she died. I know that sounds wrong, but we were never close. In fact, we hated each other."

"Why?"

"Well, I'll start from the beginning. There was my birth parents and then my sister and I. My dad was an underground street fighter...one of the best. One day my mom decided she couldn't handle all the stress it caused and just left. I was 5. My dad became depressed and angry. He took it out on me because I look like her. He would make me spar with him from sunrise to sunset. I was just a kid, but that didn't matter. My sister became the favorite. She was daddy's little princess while I was daddy's practice dummy. After a while, I got really good. My old man started lining up matches for me. I would fight and I would win and every cent that I fought for went either to my sister or my dad's booze. All those fights are where I got these bruises." I show him my arms. "I hated my sister because she would make things up just to watch my dad beat me. She even bullied me at school and got all the other kids to also. She hated me because it was 'my fault' that we were taken away from our dad and put into an orphanage."

"How was it your fault?"

I sighed. "That is a story for another time." I look down and start playing with the hem of my shirt.

He grabs my hands in one of his and gently turns my face to him with the other. "I'm so sorry..." He rubs my cheek with his thumb.

"Aw...what'cha gotta be sorry for? You didn't do nothin'." I bite my lip and look away before I get lost in him.

"I never wanted to make you relive any of that. I'm so sorry, Valentina." I feel his hair brush my cheek and look up to see his lips are centimeters away from my own.

I pull away before he kisses me. "Let's go." I say and jump up before he can say anything. I run to the door and scan the hall for Vernon. "Coast is clear! Let's go kids!" I yell behind me before running out.