Author's note: Hello everybody and welcome back to, "The Church Girl", I am so happy that you're here! Thank you so much to those of you who read chapter two. It really means a lot to me that people are reading my work. I put a lot of time into these so I really genuinely appreciate all of you amazing people. As always, I DO NOT / HAVE NOT/ PROBABLY NOR, WILL I EVER OWN THE RIGHTS TO THE "BREAKFAST CLUB". Those belong to the estate of John Hughes and NBC Universal. Now, onto chapter three!
Chapter 3 All Screwed Up
The noises of Vernon moving around in the hallway had John scattering to sit in the seat between Claire and Sporto. This moment of good behavior doesn't last long as Vernon goes back to his office. Once the coast was clear, John got up and started towards the door. What was he up to now?
"There's not supposed to be any monkey business!" Brian warned.
John spun back around and pointed at Brian, "Young man, have you finished your paper?" He asks in a fake stern tone. He finally makes his way to the door and stops in front of it.
"What are you gonna do?" Claire asks him.
"Drop dead I hope." Sporto replies deadpanned.
The room falls silent as the remaining five stare at John, waiting for his next move. That's when he starts fiddling with the bar at the center of the door.
"Bender, that's school property. It doesn't belong to us." Brian recalls worriedly. This reminder falls on deaf ears.
Suddenly, there's a loud crash and the two wooden double doors slammed shut. Tabi's eyes widened in fear. Oh, they were in so much trouble. If her parents find out, she's definitely in trouble.
"Shut up!" John screeches at the room.
"God dammit!" Vernon shouts before he comes racing into the room.
Tabi felt warmth in her palms as they began to sweat.
"Why is that door closed?" Vernon asked the room with varying success. John had lied, Claire had lied, and Sporto lied too. That's when Vernon turns to Tabi. His face is attempting to soften.
"Tabitha Hayes." Vernon started.
Tabi swallows hard as he approaches her. "Hello, Vice Principal Vernon." Tabi greeted him with a gritted smile.
"You're a good girl. You're nothing like them. You were raised right. I know you would tell me who closed the door. Wouldn't you?" Vernon grills.
Tabi nods and bites her lip in response.
"Good. Now tell me. Who closed that door?" He asked again in a much softer tone than he asked the others.
"I would love to tell you who closed the door, sir. It's just… I wasn't paying attention; I've been trying to finish the essay and the sentences my parents want me to write." Tabi lies softly, feeling disgusted with herself.
Meanwhile, the others were nodding at her in approval. An approval she wondered was worth it.
Vernon grimaced, "What a disappointment." He scoffed as Tabi felt herself begin to tear up.
Vernon stalked over to the girl in black's table. "Who?" He yelled. The girl squeaked and slammed her head down onto the table.
"She doesn't talk, sir." John defends.
Vernon's head snaps back around to John. "Give me the screw." He demanded.
"I don't have it. Screws fall out all the time. The world is an imperfect place." John lies.
As they squabble, Tabi felt like she was going to combust. She's not supposed to lie! To parents, to other adults, and especially not to authority figures. If her parents knew they'd send her on up with Jesus.
The sound of metal shooting down tile flooring pulls Tabi from her thoughts. Apparently, Vice Principal Vernon thought it would be smart to put a tiny metal folding chair in front of the door. When that didn't work, he stormed into the room pointing at Sporto.
"Andrew Clarke! Get up here! Come front and center." Vernon commanded as if he was a drill sergeant.
"How come Andrew gets to get up? If he gets up, we'll all get up! It'll be anarchy!" John dramatically declared as Andrew started moving a magazine rack in front of the door.
That didn't seem safe, and John pointed that out as he warned Vernon, "That's great, sir. What if there's a fire? I think violating fire codes and endangering the life of children would be unwise at this juncture in your career."
Vernon seemed to agree. "Get this out of her." He shouted at Andrew. Andrew attempts to go over the heavy metal rack but winds up tripping. Hopefully he was okay. When the rack is moved back, Vernon shoves Andrew towards his table.
"To your seat. I expected better from a varsity letterman." Vernon rolls his eyes. Why was Vernon being so harsh for no reason? Andrew helped; he should say thank you. Tabi had never seen Vernon like this before, but she was not impressed.
"Cut it out!" Claire cries, breaking Tabi out of her thoughts.
Vernon and John had been going back and forth. Vernon had even given John more detentions. Which was completely unfair. Yes, John was a troublemaker, but Vernon was egging him on. How was Tabi supposed to respect an authority figure that was so immature?
"You through?" Vernon asked.
"How many is that?" John wonders.
"That's seven including the one from when we walked and you asked if Barry Manilow knew he raided his wardrobe." Brian interjected.
"Now it's eight. Stay out of it, Johnson." Vernon sneered as Tabi attempted to fight off a glare.
"Excuse me, sir. It's seven." Brian attempts to politely correct.
"Stay out of it, peewee. You're mine, Bender. For two months I gotcha." Vernon shoots him a sickly, far too satisfied grin.
"What can I say? I'm thrilled." John rolls his eyes.
"Oh I'm sure that's exactly what you want these people to think. Maybe you should find time doing something with yourself and less time impressing people. I am right outside that door. Next time I have to come in here, I'm cracking skulls." Vernon threatens then leaves.
When he's gone, the room goes silent again. Until John shouts, "Fuck you!" At the top of his lungs.
A/N: Yikes! Am I right? Thank you all so much for reading chapter three. Next chapter is gonna get a little ship-y. So, be prepared. I hope you all have a great weekend and week. I'll see you next Friday! By guys!