Disclaimer : The great and powerful John Hughes owns the breakfast Club, including the original Princess, Claire, the original Criminal, the almighty John bender, and the man that just makes you want to stick it to the man, Richard Vernon.

I, however, own Connie, Nick, Sean, Kyle and Daf.

SO HA!

Author's Note : hello again, my lovely and loyal reviewers. Thank you so much for all your reviews (not one flame so far! Yaaay!) and also for your patience. If any of you have any suggestions for my story, like stuff you'd want to see happen, just put it in your review and I'll look it over and possibly put it in, I make no guarantees, though. But if it's something positively brilliant, hilarious, or mischevious, it's definitely goin' in. For example, couplings? Anyway….

HEEEEEEEERE'S CHAPTER 7!

Chapter Seven : So, What Are You In For?

RECAP!

"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?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Connie asked.

Nick smiled, he looked positively gleeful.

"Oh man, this is great!" he exclaimed, as he flipped through the yearbook. "You tellin' me your dad never told you about any of the stuff he did in high school?"

"Not much, why? Did he tellyou about any of the stuff he did in high school?" Connie asked, slightly sarcastic.

"Nick, you know her dad?" Kyle asked.

Nick shook his head.

"Hell, no," Nick replied. "I wish I did though. Cuz from the stuff I heard about your old man from my old man? I figure, John Bender was the William Wallace of Shermer High School, and nobody even realized it."

"Who the hell cares?" Sean asked, from his seat at the front.

Nick glanced at him.

"Was I talkin' to you, Sporty Spice?" he asked. "No, I wasn't, y'know why? Cuz you're obviously.." he then pointed to his eye,"…not that lucky."

Sean glared at him, then he glanced at Connie, who was wearing a slightly amused look on her face, and glared at her, too.

Connie returned her attention to Nick and the yearbook.

"So, is there more to your little story, or are you just gonna leave me hanging?" she asked.

Nick smirked, yet again, and handed her the yearbook, which was open to the pages that showed the school photos of the seniors from that year.

Right away, she spotted her father's picture.

John Bender, in all his glory, was sneering at the camera and flipping it the bird…with both hands.

Connie smiled.

"Yup, that's daddy alright," she said.

Daf, who had subtly gravitated to the desk in front of Connie and Nick, finally spoke.

"Hey, who the hell is William Wallace anyway?" she asked.

Kyle, who had moved to the desk across from Nick and Connie, rolled his eyes.

"He was a Scottish hero from the 13th century," Connie muttered, as she continued to look through the yearbook.

Daf still looked puzzled.

" Braveheart, sweetie, ever seen it?" Kyle asked.

Daf turned and glared at him.

"Don't ever call me 'sweetie'," she told him, almost as a demand.

"How 'bout I just don't ever call you, period?" Kyle suggested.

"Fine by me!" Daf snapped.

As the two of them kept arguing, Connie and Nick looked from Daf to Kyle, and from Kyle to Daf.

"Are you gettin' any of this?" Nick asked Connie, in a low voice.

Connie nodded. "In Hi – Definition," she replied.

From the front of the room, Sean let out a frustrated groan.

"Why don't you all just shut up!" he yelled.

"YOU FIRST!" the other four shouted back at him.

"Me!" he asked. "I've barely said anything since I got in here!"

"Oh, please," Daf rolled her eyes. "Besides, your big mouth is the reason we're both in here, anyway!"

"His big mouth is the reason I'M in here!" Connie muttered.

Nick turned to her, looking intrigued.

"I'm sensing a good story here," he said. "Am I wrong?"

Connie shrugged.

"She attacked me," Sean told him. "She's a friggin' loose cannon!"

"Oh, don't even act like you didn't deserve it, asshole!" Connie snapped.

"Wait, wait, waaaait a minute here," Nick interrupted, then he glanced at Sean. "Are you telling me, that you got beat up by a girl?"

"You got a problem with that? Cuz if ya do, I'll prove myself to you right now –" said Connie, starting to get up.

"Oh, no no no no no," said Nick, "please sit down. Cuz I assure you, I mean no offense on your part."

"Bender suck – up," Kyle muttered.

"Shh!" Nick told him, then continued.

"I'm just amazed," he told Sean, "that a big, strapping young man, such as yourself, let yourself get beat up by a girl!"

" – In the school hallway," Connie added.

"In the school HALLWAY!" Nick repeated.

"You're a disgrace to the muscle-head population," Kyle told Sean.

"Hey, shut up!" Sean told him. "It's not like I didn't try to fight the bitch off me! But it's kinda hard to do, when almost any way you do it could be considered molestation!"

"Ohh…" Nick and Kyle both murmered and nodded in understanding.

"Hey! Don't take his side!" Connie argued. "That jerk deserved what he got!"

"Well, what did he do?" Nick asked.

"He was directing unnecessary comments to a friend of mine," Connie replied. "He was calling her names."

"Well, what did he call her?" Nick asked.

Connie opened her mouth, then closed it and glanced around at the other three.

She then leaned toward nick and whispered in his ear.

As Nick listened, his eyes went wide, and when Connie pulled away, he looked over at Sean.

"Well, THAT'S not gentleman – like!" he commented.

"Why? What did he say?" Kyle asked.

Nick beckoned him over, so Kyle walked over to the desk and leaned over so Nick could whisper in his ear.

As Kyle listened, his own eyes widened.

When he straightened up, Kyle glared over at Sean.

"You bastard!" he said.

"It's not my fault the girl can't stand a few jokes!" said Sean.

"Dude, that's not joking, that's just mean!" Nick told him. "I mean, REALLY mean!"

"That's not even mean!" Kyle disagreed," that's, well, I mean that's – geez man, where the HELL did you grow up?"

"Oh, please!" scoffed Sean. "You tellin' me you've never talked shit to somebody like that before?" he asked Nick.

"Well, hell yeah, but only people who deserved it!" Nick told him. "What the hell did this girl do to you!"

Sean just rolled his eyes and turned back around in his seat.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," said Nick.

"So, what did you two do to get in here?" Connie asked Nick and Kyle.

Nick considered this.

"For this week, or next week?" he asked.

Connie raised an eyebrow.

"You got two detentions in one week?" Daf asked Kyle.

"No…HE did, I only got one," Kyle answered. "Nick got two detentions in one day."

"One day?" Connie asked, turning to Nick.

Nick shrugged.

"It's not my record, but it's satisfactory," he said.

"Satisfactory?" Connie and Daf both asked.

"You mean, you like getting detentions?" Daf asked.

Again, Nick shrugged.

"I've got nothin' else to do on Saturdays," he explained.

"So you'd rather spend the whole day here than at the movies, or at the mall, or even just at home?" Daf asked.

For the third time in a row, Nick shrugged.

"My home life is unsatisfying," he said. "Just leave it at that, OK?"

Daf was about to say something else, But Kyle cleared his throat, and when she looked at him he shook his head.

"OK," Daf agreed.

"Hey," Nick said, glancing at Connie, "how much more time do we have before we're put on active duty?"

Connie shrugged. "Uh, I'm not wearing a watch," she said.

"Just over half an hour," said Sean.

They all glanced over at him.

"What?" he asked. "You wanted to know, and she didn't know," he gestured to Connie," so I told ya, OK? Now shut up!"

Nick smiled, Connie smirked, and Daf rolled her eyes.

"So," Connie mumbled, glancing at Nick, "what are we supposed to do for the next half hour?"

Nick looked back at her…and smiled.

"Yeah, we're not doing that," Connie told him.

Nick pouted.

"I haven't even known you for two hours!" Connie told him, "I mean, are you serious?"

Nick shrugged and smiled. "You got any better ideas?"

Connie rolled her eyes and though for a moment.

"My dad," she said.

"What?" he asked.

Connie smiled.

"The stories you dad told you about my dad," she said," I wanna hear them, too."

Nick thought about this for a moment.

"OK," he said," I can tell you some of those. Where shall we start…ninth grade, I guess?"

Connie's eyes widened.

"It started in ninth grade?" she asked.

"Well, no," said Nick. "Apparently, it started much earlier, but my dad only just met your dad in ninth grade, so he's only got about four years worth of stories."

Connie chuckled. "OK," she said,"continue."

REVIEEEEEEW!

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