Author's Notes: This chapter is dedicated to SilverRain 1.3 and MarsLover...who both got it right.
Chapter Nineteen: You Could Write It In A Letter...
Daf clapped her hands over her ears even harder to block out Sean's screaming.
"Nick, are you sure you're not killing him?" Connie asked.
"Look, sometimes, if you wanna heal, you have to suffer for it first!" Nick insisted.
Kyle offered Sean the icepack, and Sean practically ripped it out of his hand, and pressed it against his shoulder.
The boys then went back over to the desks, where Connie and Daf were sitting.
"I don't see how this is so painful for you," Daf told Sean, as he sat down,"you've gotten a lot more horrible injuries from just playing football - "
"Daf, I fell through the ceiling!" Sean pointed out."The floor and a linebacker are two very different opponents, who can cause the same amount of injury!"
"Steady there, gladiator...!" Kyle muttered "...ya don't want Vernon to come in here, again."
"Like he would!" Sean scoffed. "The old fart wouldn't even get me an icepack, he doesn't give a shit about anything!"
"Which is just fine, cuz no one gives a shit about him," Connie added "...except for maybe the drug stores he buys his Playboys from...those people have gotta eat, y'know."
"True..." muttered the three boys.
"Yeah, well, enough about Vernon," said Daf "...I'm more interested about what's in Nick's jacket."
Everybody looked at her, puzzled.
"...OK, you really suck at these one - liners," Connie told her,"it's not jacket, it's pants!"
"You thinkin' about my pants, Connie?" Nick asked, smirking.
"I think the whole idea was that Daf was interested in your pants," Kyle told him.
"What's so interesting about his pants?" Sean asked.
"Nothing!" Connie and Daf both snapped.
"I wasn't talking about his pants, you moron!" Daf snapped at Connie, then turned to Nick, "I wasn't talking about your damn pants, I was talking about your jacket! As in, the envelope from Vernon's office that you now have tucked away in your jacket!"
"Ohhhh..." said Nick,who then took a white envelope out of his leather jacket "...you mean this ol' thing?"
"You stole from Vernon's office?" Sean asked.
"Well, I was already breaking & entering...figured I might as well do some robbery while I was there," said Nick, with a smirk," after all, I'm in detention, anyway."
"Ya didn't, by chance, get the Playboy too, did ya?" Kyle asked.
"Pig," Daf muttered.
"Bitch," Kyle replied.
"Oh dear God, you stole from Vernon!" Sean hissed.
"I didn't steal it, exactly..." Nick insisted.
"You took it out of his office without his permission...that's what stealing is...exactly!" Sean told him.
"Alright, alright, don't get your jock in a bunch, Butch!" Nick exclaimed."So I took it, so what...?"
Daf turned to look at Connie.
"Are you hearing this?" she asked, Connie nodded and Daf turned back to Nick. "...So what? So, we've already gotten ourselves in enough trouble today, when ironically, we're supposed to be being punished...and you go and steal from the frickin' principal?"
Nick put his finger to his lips. "He'll hear you!" he said.
"He'll KILL you...!" Daf replied.
Nick shrugged. "Well, it's like ya said," he told her, "we're already in trouble...!"
"And some of us would like to keep away from getting into MORE trouble!" Daf snapped.
"Hey, I didn't ask you to break into the old man's desk..."
"YES, YOU DID!"
"No..." Nick pointed a finger at her,"I asked you for a bobbi pin so I could break into the old man's desk, but then you inisted that you should do it...and you did it!"
"He's kinda got a point there..." Connie muttered to Daf.
"Shut up!" Daf hissed.
"...Oh right cuz nothing's ever your fault, right, Daf?" Sean retorted.
"Oh my God! Get over it, already!" Daf snapped.
"Get over what?" Sean asked.
"...The fact that I found someone better than you to satisfy me!" she replied.
"...And who might that be?...Him?" Sean asked, nodding toward Kyle.
"ME...?" Kyle asked.
"HIM...?"Nick and Connie blurted.
"God, no!" said Daf "...me! I satisfy me now! I don't need you!"
"Oh Lord, so many sex jokes, so little time..." Kyle mumbled, while Nick subtlely backed away from the group and headed over to the librarian's desk.
"Oh shut up, you pig!"Daf snapped at him.
"Oh, I'm the pig, and your boyfriend over here is the one who - "
"I'm NOT her boyfriend - !"
They were all so busy talking, that none of them noticed Nick opening the envelope with a letter opener and taking out the single piece of paper that was inside it...
" - And I thank God for that every day!"
"Wow, Daf, you never really struck me as the religious type - !"
"Stay outta this, Bender - !"
"...Wow," Nick muttered to himself as he read what was on the page, then he started to chuckle.
"...Wow..."
"...What is it, Nick?" Connie asked, cutting through all the yelling the other four were doing.
Suddenly, they all stopped their fighting and turned to look at Nick.
Nick smirked.
"...This, miss Bender...happens to be a letter."
In a second, they were all over at the librarian's desk, trying to get a peek at the letter.
"What kind of letter?" Daf asked.
"Is it from the superintendant, asking for Vernon's resignation...?" Kyle asked.
"..Maybe it's from his wife, who died years ago in a tragic accident..." Daf suggested.
"...And what, she was sending it from beyond the grave...?" Sean retorted.
"No..." Nick muttered "...it appears to be from some students."
"...What students?" Connie asked, peering over his shoulder.
Nick had a thoughtful look on his face as he answered...
"...The Breakfast Club."
"...Wait, people were allowed to eat in here?" Kyle asked.
"We just ate in here," Daf reminded him.
"Yeah, but we're in detention," Kyle pointed out.
"These guys were in detention, too," Nick told them.
"...Really?" Connie asked.
"...Mm hmm..." Nick mumbled.
They all leaned in a little closer as Nick began to read:
"...Saturday,March 24, 1984. Shermer High School,
Shermer, Illinois, 60062
Dear Mr. Vernon,
We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was that we did wrong.
What we did WAS wrong. But we think you're crazy to make us write this essay telling you who we think we are, what do you care? You see us as you want to see us...in the simplest terms and the most convenient definitions. You see us as a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess and a criminal.
Correct? That's the way we saw each other at seven o'clock this morning.
We were brainwashed.
But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain...and an athlete ...and a basket case...a princess...and a criminal.
...Does that answer your question?
Sincerely yours,
the Breakfast Club."
And to answer any of you supicious readers out there: no, this is not the last chapter. We are getting closer to the grand finale, but we've still got a few things to figure out...and maybe even a few people to come together :)...before the big finish.
...SO STAY TUNED!
Sincerely yours (:)),
- Ace's Buddy