Disclaimer : I own nothing of the Breakfast Club, except Connie (Bender offspring!) and the rest of the new generation.

Author's Note : Well, fellow Breakfast junkies, Saturday is upon us! Now, as fair warning, this chapter is a bit shorter than chapter 2 and 3, HOWEVER! (Oh yes, there is a "however"!) There will be another new character introduced near the end of the chapter, so tell me what you think!

Chapter 4 : Is it Saturday yet?

Is it Saturday yet?

Cuz I don't wanna get up

Is it Saturday yet?

Cuz it feels like a Saturday

Baby, is it Saturday?

"GOOOOD MORNING, CONNIE BENDER!"

Connie groaned and quickly put a pillow over her head, to block out the noise that was her father, and the horror that was morning.

"John!" she heard her mother's voice.

"What?" she heard her father ask.

"Couldn't you be a little more subtle?" her mother asked.

"I could if I tried, but this is more fun," said her father.

From under the pillow, Connie heard a smacking sound and a muffled,"OW!"

Suddenly, the precious pillow she had been using for protection was being lifted off her head.

"Noooo!" Connie whined.

"Connie…" said her mother as she stood over her, holding the pillow.

Connie turned over and gave her mother a pleading look.

"Don't say it…" Connie begged.

"Happy Saturday!" said her mother. "Your dad's waiting downstairs with breakfast. You've got half an hour before we leave to take you to school."

"But I don't wanna go to school on a Saturday!" Connie told her.

"Well, you should've thought about that before you beat somebody up!" said her mother as she gave Connie back her pillow, then walked out of the room.

"But it was an ATHLETE!" Connie called after her.

John Bender pulled up in front of Shermer High School and put the green SUV in "Park".

Connie sighed and looked out the window at the high school.

"This would be the part where you get OUT of the car," said her father.

"Just…gimme a minute," she replied.

"You have everything?" her mother asked. "Cell phone?"

"Yep."

"Lunch?"

Unfortunately, yes.

"Yeah."

"OK then, you really do have to get outta the car now," her dad told her.

Connie sighed and opened her door to get out. She then walked up to the passenger side window and looked in at her parents.

"If I die – "

"You WON'T!" her parents told her.

"But if I DO!" she said. "Treat my room like Anne Frank's."

"Anne who?" asked her father.

Connie's mother rolled her eyes. "She wants us to turn her room into a museum," she told her husband.

Connie nodded. "Meaning, also, that nobody touches ANYTHING."

Connie's mother nodded and rolled her eyes while her dad saluted her.

Connie smirked and started to walk up the steps to the school.

"You think she'll be OK?" Claire asked as she watched her daughter enter the school.

"I know she'll be fine," John replied.

As Connie walked down the school hallway, she suddenly felt the need to check her outfit.

She had decided to wear her favorite blue jeans today. She considered them lucky, and today she would need all the help she could get. She had also decided on a brown, spaghetti – string tank top with a thin, stretchy, button – up sweater over top, that was also brown.

Connie smoothed down her hair (which was slightly difficult because she had it in a half – ponytail) and took a deep breath.

She willed her feet to go, but they wouldn't move. So she took one more deep breath…and heard a voice behind her.

"Hey!"

Connie half – turned to see a boy coming toward her. He looked her age, if not a little older and he had blonde hair, with bangs that stopped just over his eyebrows.

She observed his outfit quickly and subtly. He was wearing faded blue jeans, a pea green t – shirt (that set off his GORGEOUS green eyes) and a leather jacket over top.

He wasn't a boy, she immediately noticed.

He was a HOT boy!

"You're here for Saturday detention, I presume?" he asked her as he came up beside her.

"Uh, yeah," she said.

"Well, then, c'mon!" he said. "Don't wanna be late, do we?"

Connie smiled and continued to walk to the library, but this time she had company.

The two teenagers reached the library, but the boy whirled around and blocked Connie's way before she could open the door.

"I'm Nick, by the way," he said.

"Connie," she replied.

"Charmed, Connie," he said.

" 'Pleasure, Nick," she replied.

Nick glanced behind him at the library, then looked back at Connie.

"You've never been to Saturday DT before, have you?" he asked.

"Nope," she answered.

"OK, so…you ready?"

"Hell, no," she replied.

"Alright then," he said, and smirked. "Let's go."

With that, Connie's new friend Nick turned around and opened the door to the library.

So, what did you think? Ya like the new gut so far? You have any comments, concerns, tips?

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Oh, and the title of the chapter, as well as the little song stanza at the beginning, is from the song "Is it Saturday Yet?" by Nick Carter.

Now that we've actually entered the detention part of our program, I'll probably use a lot more songs throughout the story.

- Ace's Buddy