A/N: Thanks for all of the many kind reviews and PMs! I'm glad that you liked the first half of detention. This is the last half. If you recognize any quotes or scenes, they are clearly from The (original) Breakfast Club! (A LOT of the dialogue is stolen word for word from the movie.)

Chapter 13

Saturday, October 7, 1995 (cont'd)

"Puff puff, give. Puff puff, give! You fuckin' up the rotation!" Mooner teased, taking the joint off of Albert and passing it to Morelli. Albert began coughing uncontrollably, and Lula leaned over to whack him on the back.

After the extremely stressful morning, Mooner had decided that we all needed to mellow out. A regular at Saturday detention, he assured us that Marco took an afternoon nap and wouldn't be back until 4:00. So we had climbed up to the library's second floor reading lounge and sprawled out in a circle on the floor, passing around a couple of his joints.

The first several times around, Carlos had skipped me and passed it on to Lula. I thought it was kinda sweet that he was trying not to corrupt me. Plus I was pretty sure that my dad would kill me if I smoked pot and he found out.

But the contact high from that much weed was seriously mellowing me out, and by the time the third joint was making the rounds, I decided in for a penny, in for a pound. Carlos just raised an eyebrow at me when I took it off of him and attempted to take a hit. He passed it on while I coughed and choked.

By this point, I was feeling pretty relaxed. I was sprawled out between Carlos's legs, his arms wrapped around me, and I was thinking that I had never been happier in my life.

Mooner was sitting across the circle from me, leaning against a bookcase and studying me. He reached his foot out and gently toed my sneaker. "So what's the story, Morning Glory?" he asked solemnly. Well, as solemn as a guy who smokes at least 3 joints a day can be.

I smiled at his reference to the new Oasis album and shook my head. "What do you mean?"

"You're not the kind of clientele we usually get here in Saturday detention. What on Earth could a good little Burg girl like you have possibly done that was bad enough to get a Saturday detention?"

I made a face at him. "Well, first of all, I'm not a 'good little Burg girl.' I've never done the things that a good little girl from the Burg was supposed to do."

He raised his eyebrows at me. "Do tell, Dudette."

"Well, in the Burg, little girls are supposed to start preparing to be wives and mothers from the time we're in preschool. We get things like baby dolls, Easy Bake ovens, and play vacuum cleaners. There's a huge unspoken competition to see whose baby doll has the prettiest hairdo or which girl can decorate cookies the nicest. In junior high, we all have to take ballroom dancing lessons and etiquette classes. It makes me want to scream."

I paused. "Do you know that my mother was actually trying to marry me off the other day? She would be thrilled beyond belief if I got engaged at Prom. It's unreal. It's like everyone is a little clone. We all live on the freakin' Leave It to Beaver set or something."

Lula rolled her eyes. "Yeah, you got it real bad there, white girl. A momma who loves you and is tryin' to raise you right. Show you how to take care of yourself and your family. Yeah, that sure is terrible."

I blushed. "It's terrible if it's something you don't think you want. It's like I've spent my whole life trying to fly, and my mom has done nothing but tie me down and clip my wings. It's just frustrating. And it's tiring day after day to look in her face and know that she doesn't approve. Of me. Of my choices. Of my life. Do you know what it's like to know that you're not good enough? That you'll never be good enough?" I broke off in a sob, and Carlos tightened his arms around me.

Morelli snorted. "Well at least people expect the best of you. I feel like everyone from the Burg is staring at me, just waiting for me to fuck up. Like, there goes Joe. He's a Morelli, so you know what that means. He's a drunken, abusive womanizer. The few good girls that I'm interested in won't have anything to do with me because of my last name. And the ones who are willing to go out with me only do it for a cheap thrill. To see if the Italian Stallion rumors are true. They don't want any kind of relationship with me."

I sniffed and rolled my eyes at him. "Puh-lease! You're the one who wrote about Joyce on the stadium wall, idiot! You're the one who said she liked it rough, tough, and once was never enough. Like you were bragging about it!"

Joe smiled sadly. "You don't get it, do you, Cupcake? That's my point. She's the exact opposite of soft, and sweet, and good to eat. She's the one who was willing to be with me for the night because the girl I really wanted wouldn't have anything to do with me."

I sucked in a breath.

"Look at her. Do you really think Joyce is the kind of girl I'd want to marry and have kids with? She might be fun for a night, but she's not a bring her home to momma kind of girl." He gave me a sad look complete with warm, pleading brown eyes.

I blushed and lowered my head.

"Well maybe if you'd quit trying to molest girls who were the one behind the counter of the Tasty Pastry, your selection would open up a bit more!" Carlos threw out angrily.

Joe looked up and glared at him, giving him an Italian hand gesture.

Lula spoke up then, her face defiant. "Well I know what it is to have people expect the worst of you, that's for sure."

I looked up at her, silently waiting for her to continue. She seemed to be collecting her thoughts, deciding how much she wanted to share.

"When your momma's a crackhead, nobody expects you to make it very far." She finally admitted. "The teachers at school write you off, figure you'll end up on Welfare, poppin' out babies, sellin' your body on a street corner, or shootin' up in an alley. They don't care if you come to class. They don't care if you fail every test. I haven't turned in any homework for two years now. Not a single paper. I haven't studied for a test since my freshman year."

"Aren't you afraid you're going to fail?" I asked her incredulously.

She just snorted. "Hell no, honey. They just give me a D and move me on. They just want to get rid of me. That's the story of my life. Everybody tryin' to pass me off onto somebody else, get rid of me, make me someone else's problem."

Mooner nodded. "Totally. That's me, too. My dad left when my brother and I were really little. My mom didn't want us. Not really. I've been shuffled between grandparents and aunts and uncles for the past 12 years. Some days it's damn depressing." He smiled and lifted the joint in his hand. "Good thing I have a prescription for happy, huh?"

We all laughed, but it was kind of hollow. We were busy thinking about our problems, comparing them to the others', weighing them, deciding whose was worse. I've heard it said that if you met in a group like this, and everyone threw their problems into the middle of the circle, you'd grab your own back in a minute. Maybe it was a case of the devil you know is better than the one you don't, but I could understand that theory now. I was kind of feeling guilty for thinking I had a rough life. Compared to Lula and Mooner, my life was pretty easy. At least my parents wanted me, even if my mother wasn't always my biggest fan. And Morelli. I felt sorry for him. It must be hell to have everyone think so poorly of you just because of what your family had done.

Kloughn leaned over and patted my shoulder. "I know how you feel, Stephanie." He said earnestly. "I'm living my mother's dream instead of mine, too."

I snorted. "I'm not living my mother's dream for me. That's the problem! If I were, I'd be letting Dickie molest me in movie theaters and negotiating with him for Prom night- promising sex in exchange for an engagement ring. I'd follow him off to college and disappear. Become his shadow, the perfect dutiful Burg wife."

Carlos tightened his arms around me and leaned down to look into my face. "Your mom didn't really say that, did she, Babe?" His brow was creased and his mouth was set in a thin line.

I leaned up and kissed him softly. "Yup. Almost word for word." I looked over at Albert. "Instead, I'm dating a Cuban from outside the Burg!" I gasped, feigning shock.

Lula's eyes narrowed. "Your mom's pimpin' you out?"

I rolled my eyes. "Only to the highest bidder. The guy that she thinks is most likely to give me a ring and to give her grandbabies. And she'd prefer a rich Italian guy from the Burg, but in a pinch, any middle class white guy will work." I looked over at Kloughn and grinned. "Your mom pimpin' you out, too, Albert?"

He blushed a bright red and started stammering. "N-n-n-n-ooooo!" He cleared his throat nervously. "She just expects me to do what she wants all the time. My schedule is made up of all the AP, advanced prep classes, because she filled out my schedule sheet for me. She wants me to be a doctor so that she can brag to all of her friends at the country club."

I rolled my eyes at him. "So?" I asked. "What's so bad about that?"

He glanced up, a pained look in his eyes. "I can't do it. The classes are too hard for me. I'm going to fail them all. I barely get any sleep at night. I'm up reading and studying, going over my notes. The lectures in class sound like they're in a foreign language. I'm in Calculus, Honors English, and Physics, and I don't belong in any of them."

I bit my lip, feeling guilty for belittling his problems. "What do you want to do, Albert?" I asked softly.

His face lit up in a broad grin. "I want to be a lawyer. I don't know how good I'd be at it, but I love the idea of helping people. Solving cases. Righting wrongs."

I shrugged. "So do it."

He shook his head. "I can't. If I do, my mother would never speak to me again. And she'll never pay for me to go to school for that. If she cuts off my trust fund, I wouldn't have any money for anything."

I laughed. "You have a trust fund?"

Albert nodded.

"I rolled change to buy gas this week!" I snorted. "I couldn't even afford to go to Taco Bell after the football game Friday! I made Carlos stay home and watch a movie at his house because I felt guilty letting him pay for me to go out somewhere."

Albert blushed and lowered his head.

"I understand, Albert, I do. But if I go to college, I'm going to have to pay for all of it myself. I'll have to take out loans, get a part-time job. There's no money set aside for me to go to school. You could work your way through or take out loans, too."

He nodded. "I'd be willing to do that. But it still doesn't solve the problem of my mother." He looked between Carlos and me. "You guys are dating, right?"

I smiled up at Carlos. "Yeah."

"And your mom's not happy about it?"

My smile faded. "No."

"How would you feel if she and your dad told you that you had to choose? That it was either them or Carlos. You couldn't have both. Not just that they'd be upset with you. That they would completely disown you if you dated him, married him. They would never speak to you again, never acknowledge you again. You wouldn't be welcome in their home ever again." His eyes bore into mine.

I gasped. "Your mother can't be that set on you being a doctor, Albert! That's just ridiculous!"

He just sat silently and stared at me.

Lula spoke up. "So if you live out your mother's dream, she's happy and you're miserable. If you live out your dream, nobody's happy."

Albert sighed. "Basically."

Carlos spoke up then. "You could always move away, Albert. Join the military. They have college programs to pay for your schooling. I think that's what I'm going to do."

I looked up at him. It was the first time he'd really talked about what he wanted to do after graduation. He had mentioned a little bit at dinner with my parents last weekend, but he had made it sound like his mind wasn't made up yet. This sounded pretty definite. "You've made your decision then?" I asked softly.

He gave a slight nod. "I think so. I thought about trying a couple of years at Rutgers, but I don't know if I could do it or not. Lester, Tank, and Bobby want to join the Army. Cal's talking about joining the Navy. He wants to be a SEAL."

I smiled. I could picture Cal as a SEAL.

I traced a finger along his cheek. "Why don't you think you could do college?"

He shook his head. "There's a lot of history you don't know about, Babe. Remember that folder in Marco's office?" I bit my lip and nodded, remembering how Mr. Marco had alluded to all of the things that Carlos had been in trouble for over the years.

"That folder doesn't even begin to cover it. Let's just say that the Trenton Police Department has a similar folder on me and some of they guys. In fact, the last time I was arrested, the judge told me that I was done. The next time I appeared before him it was going to be the military or jail. I think I'm going to choose the military before jail chooses me."

I drew my eyebrows together. "You were arrested? For what?"

"Stole a car. Stole it and went for a joyride with Lester."

I shook my head. "And that was only one of the times that you've been arrested?"

He nodded.

"What else have you been arrested for?" I felt a lump in my throat.

His eyes hardened, and he looked down. "A little of everything, Babe. Possession and breaking and entering appear most often."

"Possession of what?"

"Everything. Drugs, guns."

"Why?" I whispered.

He shook his head. "I fell in with a bad crowd at St. Peter's. You either joined the gang or got beat up by the gang. I chose to join. So did most of the guys. After a particularly bad night, I decided I wanted out. That wasn't a popular choice. But I had enough of the guys willing to stand by me that they let us go without too much hassle. We kind of formed our own little group instead."

I blinked. "So you and the guys are in your own gang? And you're what, their leader?"

Carlos shrugged. "I guess in some ways. That's how some people see it."

I looked at him steadily. "And how do you see it?"

"That my friends and I get together a lot to hang out. The same as you and your friends do. And that if someone were to threaten my friends, I'd stand up for them the same as you would stand up for your friends." He paused. "It's just a lot more likely that I'd have to get physical to protect what's mine."

I took a deep breath and held his face in my hands. "And what's yours?" I whispered quietly.

"My friends." He paused and leaned down to kiss me tenderly. "You. You're mine."

I blushed and nodded. I was his. There was no doubt in my mind about that.

Mooner cleared his throat, and I looked over at him. He grinned. "So you never answered the question, Dudette. What'd a girl like you do to get a Saturday detention?"

I rolled my eyes and glared at Morelli. "Someone stuck a pack of cigarettes in Carlos's locker. Marco was going to suspend him for five days, so I said they were mine."

Lula whistled. "You guys are pretty serious then, huh?" she asked looking between us. "Cuz I don't think I'd willingly take the rap for anybody. And definitely not if it were gonna buy me a ticket to a Saturday detention."

I blushed and shrugged my shoulders. "Well it was kinda my fault that Carlos was gonna get in trouble." I took a deep breath. "But, yeah. I'd be willing to do just about anything for him."

Carlos looked shocked. "Babe!" he croaked out before he leaned down and kissed me hungrily. He pulled back, looking at me adoringly. I took a couple deep breaths, trying to calm myself down.

I looked over to see Kloughn blushing a deep red and Lula and Mooner wearing big smiles. That was when I realized that somehow during the kiss I had turned and straddled Carlos. And I was now tightly pressed up against him from groin to shoulder.

I bit my lip and went to move back, but Carlos wrapped his arms around me and held me still. He leaned down and whispered in my ear in a slightly strangled voice. "Babe, please don't move right now."

I gave him a questioning look, and he lifted his hips just slightly. I let out a quiet gasp when I felt him press against me, and when I looked down, I saw the very large reason that he wanted me to stay put.

"Isn't it going to make it worse if I stay here?" I whispered back.

He grinned and nipped my ear, answering me softly. "Not if you stay still."

Albert cleared his throat, and I turned to look at him. "Um, Steph, how is it your fault if someone put cigarettes in Carlos's locker?"

I glared at Morelli again, and he paled and looked down. "Why don't you ask Joe that question, Albert? I'll bet he could explain it a whole lot better than I could."

Albert raised his eyebrows at Joe. Joe blew out a frustrated sigh. "I'm sorry, alright? I didn't mean for you to get detention, Cupcake. I was just pissed!"

I turned around, staying on Carlos's lap to hide his problem, but fitting my back against his chest. "Well I was pretty pissed with you Sunday night!" I shot back.

Joe had the decency to look ashamed. "I thought we were on the same page. I thought that's what you wanted. You seemed pretty willing Friday night." He muttered.

I gasped. "Willing to go to a party with you! Not have sex with you! Geez oh man! What the hell kind of signals am I sending out? You're the second guy in a week to tell me that they thought I wanted them!"

Lula shook her finger at Joe. "You mean you tried to take advantage of Stephanie?"

Joe turned bright red. "I didn't think I was taking advantage. I thought she wanted it."

I crossed my arms across my chest. "The 'No, Joe! Stop!' may have been a clue if you had been listening!" I said snarkily.

Lula narrowed her eyes. "So you stuck cigarettes in Carlos's locker to get back at Stephanie? Why didn't you just stick them in her locker? Why bring him into it?"

"Because Carlos was there when it happened." I informed Lula. "He rather forcefully yanked Joe off of me, punched him, and threw him in the dumpster behind the Tasty Pastry."

Lula, Albert, and Mooner started laughing uncontrollably. Joe glared at me. "Thanks a lot, Cupcake!" he muttered.

I shrugged. "That's what happened, Joe. Own it."

He shook his head. "I'm sorry, alright? It was a shitty thing to do."

"Don't apologize to me." I leaned to the side and looked at Carlos. "Apologize to him. He's the one that could have gotten suspended over your stupid prank."

Morelli's face became stony. "Sorry, man." He said woodenly.

Carlos nodded.

Albert looked at me and Carlos. "So that's why the two of you are in here?"

"Yup." I answered back.

Albert looked at Joe. "Then what did you do? Did you get caught putting the cigarettes in?"

Joe scrubbed his hands across his face. "Not quite." He looked over at me. "After Steph turned me down Sunday night, I hooked up with Joyce Barnhardt. And then Monday night, I spray painted a poem about her under the bleachers. The cops came and caught my cousin and me with the paint. Marco wanted to suspend me, but the coach convinced him to give me a Saturday detention instead. He didn't want me to be ineligible to play for the game last night."

Lula raised an eyebrow at him. "That poem was nasty. Why would you write a nasty ass poem like that about a girl?"

Joe shook his head. "I don't know. I was drunk. I wasn't thinking straight. I was still pissed over Stephanie. Somehow it just seemed like the right thing to do."

Lula huffed. "But you know that it wasn't, right?"

Joe sighed. "Yeah, I know."

He turned to Lula. "What are you in here for?"

Lula pursed her lips and crossed her arms over her chest. "Dress code violations."

Amen, Hallelujah! I could see that one, alright!

Joe snorted. "You got a Saturday detention for a dress code violation? What the Hell did you do? Show up to school naked?"

"No, dumbass! Every time I got writ up, I got an afterschool detention. But once you get five afterschool detentions, you get a Saturday one. So here I am."

My mouth dropped open. "You've been written up five times for dress code violations? It's only the beginning of October!"

Lula rolled her eyes. "Yeah. So what?"

"So why don't you wear something different to school?"

"Were you payin' any attention earlier, white girl? I ain't exactly got a whole lotta money just lyin' around waitin' for me to spend it. Not like the little trust fund baby over there." Albert blushed. "My mom's a ho on Stark Street. We share the same wardrobe. My options are kinda limited!"

I cleared my throat. "Well, our church has a free clothing closet once a month. Anybody can go in and shop for free. It's all donated items. All different sizes and styles."

Lula lowered her head. "I ain't no charity case!" she snapped.

I bit my lip. "I didn't mean to offend you. I just thought…"

She blew out a breath. "Yeah, I know. Thanks. Maybe sometime I'll ask you about it."

I nodded.

She turned to Albert. "So what'd you do, Kloughn? Blow up the Chemistry lab?"

Albert turned bright red and mumbled out an answer. Lula leaned closer. "You stole what?"

Albert covered his face with his hands. "I stole the key to my Physics test."

Mooner let out a low whistle. "Whoa, Dude."

Morelli raised an eyebrow. "I'm guessing you got caught."

Albert nodded miserably. "Yeah. I had to decide between a zero on the test and a Saturday detention. I had to take the detention. There's no way I could take the zero. My mom thinks I'm here for a Physics Club meeting."

I looked at Albert, concerned. "You need to change your schedule, Albert. This is the beginning of the year. If you're struggling this bad already, it's only going to get worse."

He looked up at me with watery eyes. "I can't." He whispered.

"Sure you can. Set up a meeting with the guidance counselor. Explain the situation. She'll help you switch your schedule. Maybe she can even help you talk to your mom."

He nodded. "I know I have to. It's just…" He chewed on his lower lip.

"Do you want me to go with you?" I offered.

Lula, Albert, Joe, and Mooner all looked at me in astonishment.

"You'd go with me?" Albert asked in disbelief.

I shrugged my shoulders. "If you wanted me to."

"But why would you want to do something that nice for me?" Albert pressed.

"Because we're friends now. Right?" I asked him.

The four of them just gaped at me, open mouthed.

I shifted uncomfortably. "Well, aren't we?"

Lula raised an eyebrow at her. "You mean to tell me that if I walked over to your lunch table on Monday, you'd let me sit with you?"

I shrugged. "Why wouldn't I?"

Mooner narrowed his eyes. "Aren't you a majorette?"

I bit my lip. "Yeah. And?"

Mooner's eyes widened. "And you'd be willing to eat lunch with a black girl who looks like a hooker from Stark Street?"

I glared at him. "Sure. Why not. We both have the same boots."

Kloughn swallowed hard. "You wouldn't turn around and make fun of me as soon as I walked away?"

I threw my hands up. "How horrible and superficial do you think I am? I'm not like that! I don't judge people based on their clothes. Or their hair color. Or their home life. I eat lunch every day with a guy who has a flaming skull tattooed on his forehead for chrissake!"

I felt Carlos's chest shake with silent laughter behind me.

Lula tilted her head to the side. "You mean it, don't you?"

"Yeah!" I said in my snarkiest voice, rolling my eyes. "If I were that concerned with appearances, don't you think I'd actually be living the perfect life that my mom has laid out for me instead of doing what I want?"

Carlos wrapped his arms around me. "She's the least judgmental person I've ever met." He said, dropping a kiss on my head.

Joe nodded. In a strangled voice he confirmed, "She's never treated me like I had the Morelli Man Curse. She's one of the only people who is truly nice to me."

Lula, Mooner, and Kloughn just stared at me.

"Are you up for Homecoming Queen?" Kloughn asked, blushing.

I snorted. "Are you kidding? I'm nowhere near popular enough for that. I'd have to bleach my hair and grow my breasts two cup sizes to even be in the running!"

Lula shook her head. "Well that's a damn shame. I'd vote for you."

"Me, too." Echoed Mooner and Kloughn.

"Save a dance for me at Homecoming?" Joe asked quietly.

"You're going?" I asked.

He nodded.

"With who?"

He grimaced. "Joyce."

I looked at Carlos. When he nodded, I turned back to Joe. "OK."

Carlos leaned down and whispered in my ear. "You're already my Homecoming Queen, Babe, even if you're not Trenton High's."

I blushed. "Thanks, Batman."

Suddenly I turned and looked at Mooner. "Hey, Mooner! You never told us what you did to land a Saturday detention."

Mooner grinned. "You wanna know what I did to get in here? Nothing. I didn't have anything better to do."

At his admission, we all started snickering. That turned into full out hysterical laughter, and pretty soon we were lying on the ground, trying to catch our breath.

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Once we had aired out the lounge and cleaned up our mess, we walked back down to the first floor. It was 3:30, and almost time for Mr. Marco to spring us.

I picked up the paper I had left sitting on the table and turned to the group in a blind panic. "We never wrote our papers! Mr. Marco said we each had to write a thousand word essay, and I haven't even started mine! Did you guys write yours?"

Everyone else shook their heads no. Biting my lip, I turned to Kloughn. "Albert?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you gonna write your paper?"

Albert shrugged. "Yeah, why?"

"Well it's kind of a waste for all of us to write our paper, don't you think?"

Albert shifted nervously. "Oh. But that's what Marco wants us to do…."

I smiled. "True, but I think we'd all kinda say the same thing."

Albert narrowed his eyes. "You just don't want to write your paper. Right?"

I smiled. "True, but you're the smartest, right?"

Albert blushed and puffed up his chest a little. "Oh, well…"

I continued. "We trust you."

Albert looked at Lula, Carlos, Joe, and Mooner.

"Yeah." Joe agreed. They all nodded.

Albert smiled. "Alright. I'll do it."

I grinned. "Great!"

I tilted my head and looked at Lula. She stared back. Reaching out my hand, I grabbed hers and tugged. "Come on…"

"Where're we going?" Lula asked suspiciously.

"Come on!"

I drug Lula back to the librarian's office and wiped off all of her bright, garish makeup. I dug through my purse and started reapplying, giving her a more natural look. "Don't be afraid." I soothed her.

"Don't stick that in my eye!"

"I'm not sticking it! Just close…. Just go like that.…" I closed my eyes, and Lula copied me. "Good."

I kept applying the makeup as I talked to her. "You know you really do look a lot better without all that black shit on your eyes."

Lula huffed. "Hey! I like that black shit."

"This looks a lot better." I reassured her. "Look up."

"Why're you being so nice to me?" she questioned.

I smiled. "Because you're letting me."

Lula shook her head. "You really meant it when you said I could sit with you at lunch, huh?" she asked with wonder in her voice.

"Yeah. In fact, I think you should. Carlos has a friend that I'd like to introduce you to."

She rolled her eyes at me. "No offense, white girl, but I'm not attracted to Cuban guys."

I grinned. "Then it's a good thing that Tank is the biggest, blackest guy I know, huh?"

She sucked in a deep breath. "Oh yeah?"

I grinned. "Yeah."

"Maybe I will join you for lunch…"

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Albert shook out the paper and cleared his throat. "I think I'm done." He announced.

We all sat up, waiting to see what Albert had come up with. When he was done reading, he looked up hesitantly.

"That's great, Albert." I whispered. Everyone else nodded, and we headed to the door, leaving the essay for Mr. Marco on the front desk.

Dear Mr. Marco,

We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But we think you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us- in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is:

…a brain (Albert)

…and an athlete (Joe)

...and a basket case (Lula)

…a princess (Stephanie)

…a burnout (Mooner)

…and a criminal. (Carlos)

Does that answer your question?

Sincerely yours,

The Breakfast Club

If I were evil, I'd quit here, but I am happy to put TBC- To Be Continued! ;) Thanks for the many reviews and PMs encouraging me to keep going! I have to say that I was shocked at the number of people who are enjoying reading this story! I guarantee at least until Homecoming. After that, I'll keep going until I run out of ideas. This story is just too fun to write to stop now!

Additional quotes/references from sources other than The Breakfast Club:

"Puff puff, give. Puff puff, give! You fuckin' up the rotation!" From the April 1995 movie "Friday"

(What's the Story) Morning Glory?- Oasis album released October 2, 1995