I don't own the Breakfast Club

A/N: Please be advised that there are trigger warnings in this chapter. Also, John will be OOC in this chapter. Just trying to get the hang of writing him and trying to keep the story rated T.

Enjoy!

Friday was supposed to be the best day of the school week. After a week full of nonstop homework and projects, the weekend was right around the corner which should've been nice and relaxing. That was not the case for John Bender. Each weekend consisted of waking up in a toxic household where he would have to watch out for his well-being. There was never a day where his father wasn't drunk and his mother supporting him for the constant 'critiques' that his father threw towards him. The amount of times that his father had insulted him, John wasn't able to count them off with his fingers. Didn't the old man get tired of being on John's case all the time? He couldn't wait to be an adult and get out of that house and be on his own.

The idea of living in solitude, and away from what he considered to be poor excuse of parents, was very tempting. It would just be him and a small room with no one yelling him or judging what he did. He could even get out now but he didn't have any relatives or a home where he could go to, so it was a bit of a win-lose situation. At least when his parents weren't home that's when he could be a little bit in peace. However, it wasn't the type of relaxation that he would have wanted. Either his thoughts took over his mind or there was an ache that pained him from part of his body. Why did his father always find something to blame him on and punish him for it? He might as well have not been born if he thought he was going to be treated this way by his parents.

And his mother. What had happened to her? Before his father had begun to spiral out of control, she had been very caring for both her husband and her son. Now, she was just as worse as his father was. What sort of mother allowed to see her child get beaten and support her husband for doing it? Was it her way to get out of being punished? John had seen that form of safety didn't work well for her, for she had also gotten struck.

The thought of spending two days in the household was something that John didn't look forward to. Whenever he left school, he would always hang out after school with his friends that the majority of the population at Shermer High avoided, and get home at a very late hour. He always snuck through his bedroom window where he made sure to leave open so no one would hear him come home at such a late hour. So far, it was working to his advantage and he was relieved that none of his parents had found out about it.

He placed a cigarette between his lips and took a long grad before letting the smoke escape from his nostrils. If anyone caught him smoking within the premises of the school, he would be in trouble but he didn't care about that. This school had so many rules it might as well have been military school...and Vernon was the sergeant. A scoffed at the thought of that before flicking the cigarette onto the ground and squashing it with his shoe. The school bell rung indicating the end of lunch period and the second to last class of the day. If he remembered, he had English, which was boring as hell, and then Shops class. He had been skipping English for the past couple of times where the teacher threatened to give him detention because of it. In a way, even though detention was just a way to waste a good Saturday, John was willing to take it.

As he made his way towards the entrance of the school and figure out what he wanted to do, he noticed a student that was resting her back against a tree trunk and had a drawing pad in front of her. Next to her was that that other girl, sitting on the grass. She seemed so concentrated on whatever she was doing, almost like she was out of touch with reality and the other one, well she was fascinated by the grass blades and was plucking them out from the ground. John snorted when he saw that. Typical artists. Obsessing over an imaginary world and perfectionism and being out of touch with reality. He glanced over at the doors of the school but then decided to make his way over to the girls. A little distraction wouldn't hurt, now would it?

When he approached them, he gently kicked her shoe with his causing her to look up from her sketchpad. "How's it goin' Quimby?" he asked her. The girl looked like a deer in the headlights as if she hadn't been expecting anyone to catch her sitting out her. As for the other one, she had the same expression in her eyes as if someone had discovered that she was visible. "What're you doing out here? Shouldn't you be in class?" he asked them.

"Shouldn't you?" Susan shot back.

"I already know how to speak English," John replied to her. "Don't you want to avoid getting another detention?"

She frowned as she looked at Allison and then over at him. "How did you know about that?"

"That's easy. You're the only one in school who had the will to throw paint at those preps. The paint was noticeable enough." He noticed a small smile making its way to her lips as she looked down at her sketchpad and began to draw whatever came into her mind. He could tell that she was happy that she had messed up those prim clothes from those stuck-up preps that walked around the halls as if they owned the place.

"They had it a long time coming," Susan said as she began to blend in the pencil with her fingertip. "Someone ought the Bananarama group down a peg or two. Don't you think Allison?"

John watched as he saw the other girl plucking at the grass once more and hiding a smirk in the process. It was interesting seeing that different cliques either supported those prima donnas or simply despised them. "What did they even do?"

"Let's just say," Susan said as she closed her sketchbook and stuffed it in her satchel, "no one should come in between an artist and her canvas...otherwise things will get messy."

John smirked when she said that. For someone so isolated with the world, he was surprised that she had some courage to stand up to those girls and he was glad that she fell under the category of not worshipping them on the ground they walked on. "Then see you in detention tomorrow," John said.

Both Susan and Allison looked over at John. "You got detention too?" Susan asked him, "for what?"

However, John did not answer her. Nobody needed to know his business and it was something that he had planned throughout the whole week. He knew that he was never going to catch a break when it came to school and at home. There was only so much he could get into a fight with his classmates and argue with the teachers. He was careful not to get himself suspended, otherwise it would be staying at home, or get expelled which would be hell on Earth for him. "Don't worry about that, sweets," he smirked at her and then headed over to the entrance of the school.

Perplexed by his demeanor, Susan slowly turned her eyes and looked over at Allison. "What was that all about?" she asked her, only to get a shrug from Allison. "Good thing we had study hall for together this period," Susan continued. "One more class and we can get this day over with. Hey, do you want to come over and hang out on Sun-"

Her words were drowned out by the fire alarm that began to blare from inside the building. Before both girls knew it, teachers and students swarmed the schoolyard for their safety and the only person that Susan and Allison knew of who would do something like this was the person that they had spoken to moments earlier. The last person that came out of the school was Vernon and from what both girls could see, he wasn't too happy with what had happened. As Vernon consoled the school that it was just a false alarm, it wasn't long until he caught sight of John and escorted him to the office. Another reason to get a detention.