Disclaimer : Hughes owns Vernon and the rest of the original Breakfast Club (which is really too bad, cuz if I owned Molly Ringwald, I'd be worth MILLIONS!) HOWEVER, I own Connie, Nick, Kyle, and the rest of the delinquents that you will meet in this chapter. SO THERE! That's me stickin' it to the man!
Author's Notes : I know it's been an extremely long time since I updated anything at all, and I am very sorry! But, it's here now, so just follow the three R's you learned here at what are they children?
REJOICE, READ, AND REVIEEEEEW!
Chapter 6 : The Gang's All Here
RECAP!
And suddenly, there he was. His eyes glaring, mouth set in a scowl, wearing another one of his ugly suits.
The enemy.
Richard Vernon.
He walked into the room and stopped about two inches from the six desks.
"Good morning, delinquents," he said.
"Good morning, Mr. Vernon!" the three "delinquents" chorused, cheerfully.
"Shut up, ya little terds!" barked Mr. Vernon. "I'm just as miserable being here as you are, so lay off all the sarcastic crap!"
"Yeah, see, Vernon isn't a morning person, either," Nick whispered to Connie. "Hey, sir! Have you met Kyle?" Nick asked, gesturing to his friend.
"I thought I told you to shut up!" Vernon yelled, pointing at Nick.
"Well, sir, you didn't actually saywhen he was supposed to shut up," Connie pointed out.
"ALL of you shut up! NOW!" roared Mr. Vernon, then he glanced at the attendance sheet he was holding.
"Wait a minute…" he muttered, glancing back up at them. "There's only three of you here, there's supposed to be FIVE students in attendance today. Where are the other two?"
"Well sir, ya caught me," said Nick. "I killed them and buried them under the floor. Delinquency has finally pushed me over the edge, sir!"
"I told you to SHUT IT, asshole!" Vernon yelled.
Just then, they all heard voices coming from the hallway.
And whoever they were, they didn't sound happy with each other.
"I told you to drive faster, you idiot!" said a girl's voice.
"I've already got detention, Daf! I wasn't about to get a speeding ticket in the same day!" replied a male voice.
"Well, now we're LATE for detention!" said the girl. "God, you're such an IDIOT!"
"Hey! We wouldn't be here at ALL if it wasn't for you, you little – "
By then, Mr. Vernon was at the library doorway looking out into the hallway.
"HEY!" he hollered, interrupting the quarrel. "You two shut the hell up and get in here! You're late!"
He stepped aside and let them enter the room.
The girl looked to be a few inches shorter than Connie, with shoulder – length brown hair and hazel eyes that would have been considered pretty, had it not have been for the permanent, icey glare she was giving everyone.
She tugged on the pink "I love Seth Cohen" t – shirt she was wearing and put her hot pink Von Dutch purse down on the desk in front of Kyle's.
"Sorry, Mr. Vernon," she said, glaring at the guy she came in with. "It wasn't MY fault."
Connie barely heard the other girl's remark, because her gaze was fixed on the teenage boy that she had come in with.
The boy with the brown hair, wearing the blue letterman jacket. The boy who any girl would consider as extremely gorgeous….even with the purple bruise around his left eye.
"Like hell it wasn't!" he snapped at the girl, then he glanced around at the others.
That's when he noticed Connie.
"Oh, sh – "
"Shut your trap and sit down!" barked Mr. Vernon, giving him a small push toward the desk across from the other girl's.
The boy sat down and glanced over his shoulder at Connie.
She gave him a little wave. He glared at her, then turned back around.
"Friend of yours?" Nick asked Connie, in a low voice.
"Hell, no," Connie answered, a smile playing on her lips.
"Alright, now, everybody shut up so I can take attendance," said Vernon.
"Uh, is that really necessary, sir?" asked Kyle.. "Since you already knew that there was supposed to be five students here, and there ARE five students here, now?"
"How many times do I have to tell you stupid kids to shut up!" Vernon cried.
"At least once more, Miss Swann, as always," Nick replied.
"Nice touch!" Connie whispered. (A/N Connie loves Johnny Depp movies, remember?)
"Thank you!" Nick whispered back.
"OK, everybody, SHUT UP!" roared Mr. Vernon, then he glanced down at his attendance sheet.
"Now," he said, clearing his throat. "Kyle Andrews."
"Here!"
"Fine," Mr. Vernon checked off Kyle's name and went to the next name. Suddenly, he looked over at Connie and smirked, menacingly.
"Connie Bender," he hissed.
Nick raised an eyebrow and also looked at Connie.
"That would be me," Connie replied, meeting Vernon's gaze.
The guy in the letterman jacket glared at her again.
Vernon returned his gaze to the paper he was holding.
"Sean Dawson," he called out.
"Here," replied the guy with the black eye and letterman jacket.
Mr. Vernon checked off Sean's name, then he glared in Nick's direction.
"Nick Harrison," he growled.
"That would be me!" Nick replied, with a smile.
Connie smirked.
Mr. Vernon scowled and looked down at the last name on his list.
"Daf – "
"Here!" the other girl interrupted, raising her hand.
Connie gave her a questioning look, but the girl didn't notice.
Vernon scowled at the girl.
"Sorry," she apologized. "But I – I'm here."
Mr. Vernon nodded, grimly, and checked off her name.
"Now, for those of you who AREN'T regulars," Vernon began, glancing over at Nick, "I'm going to tell you how your day is going to go."
He looked around at the five teenagers, but none of them spoke, so he continued.
"Throughout the day, you will be helping out the school's janitor by cleaning up around the school."
Daf visibly cringed.
"That means classrooms, bathrooms, and anywhere else you're asked to go. You will be taken in pairs, groups of three, or sometimes it'll just be one of you, if the chore is a small one. You will not necessarily be supervised, but you will be given an hour to do your assigned job, and at the end of that hour, either I, or the janitor will come to check on you."
"And remember," he walked over to Connie and Nick's desk and looked right at Nick. "Clean up means clean up, NOT further vandalism."
Nick smiled and gave the principal a small salute.
Mr. Vernon huffed and started walking back up the aisle.
"You will not all be working at the same time. Those of you who aren't working will be in this room, in these desks, not talking and NOT moving."
Nick raised his hand.
"What?" Vernon snapped.
"What if we need to sneeze, sir?" Nick asked. "Will we get penalized for that?"
"I told you to lay off the sarcasm, Harrison, and I meant it!" snapped Vernon. "Now, I will be in my office, the janitor will come to the library in at least an hour to assign the first job to one of you lucky SOB's. You will not whine or complain if he picks you," Mr. Vernon glanced at Daf while saying this. "You will go willingly. But as for the rest of you, who will be staying in here, remember what I said. Cuz if I hear one peep comin' from this room, I'm comin' in here, and I'm crackin' skulls!"
With that, he walked out of the library and slammed the door behind him.
"Why the hell hasn't he been fired yet?" Daf asked.
"I'm workin' on it, don't worry!" Nick told her. "It's just taking longer than I thought it would!"
He then turned to Connie and stared at her.
"What?" Connie asked.
"You didn't tell me your last name was Bender," he said.
"You didn't ask," she replied. "Besides, what does it matter?"
Nick chuckled.
"You have no idea who your dad is, do you?" he asked.
Connie raised an eyebrow.
"He's John Bender," she said. "He co – owns an auto garage downtown. He and my mom have been married for eighteen years. So?"
Nick shook his head and got up from his chair. He then walked up the stairs to the second level of the library and disappeared into the small maze of book shelves.
"Where's he going? What the hell is he doing?" Daf asked.
"Shut it! If Vernon hears you, we're all dead!" Kyle hissed. "And we just got here!"
"Hey! You can't talk to her like that!" Nick told him.
"Why not? You did!" Kyle shot back.
"Now, now, play nice, boys!" said Nick, as he came down the stairs, carrying a thin yellow book.
"What is that?" Connie asked him, as he sat back down next to her.
Nick smiled and showed her the cover.
Shermer High School, 1986.
It was the yearbook from the same year her parents graduated.
"Sorry, let me rephrase my last question," said Nick. "You have no idea who your dad WAS, do you?"
Well, there's chapter 6! I hope it was worth the wait. the really, really long wait...
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