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Claire & Luke's Apartment. August 27, 1984.

(Luke's POV)

After class got out the next day, I reluctantly decided to go back to the apartment that I had shared with Claire. I hadn't had much stuff to move into our place, but what personal possessions I did own were still there. I figured that if I didn't go back to get them that Claire would throw them out; if she hadn't already. I hitched a ride with a middle aged lady to the apartment and when I finally made it inside, I saw Claire being comforted by her parents. They all looked up when I came in and the Standishes were clearly shocked that I had the balls to come back after what I had done.

"I ain't here to cause trouble, I just came to collect my personals. I can come back later, if that would suit you." I explained quietly. No one said anything for a few minutes until old man Standish finally stood up and cleared his throat.

"Get them now, Luke." He said with a voice of stone as I went back to the bedroom to get what was mine. For the first few moments of my task, I was not interrupted. I had a sneaking suspicion that the peace would not last though and eventually, Claire came into our bedroom and gently closed the door before looking at me with her pristine eyes that I had once adored.

"Are we going to talk?" she asked with an annoyed look on her face as if we had missed class instead of ended our relationship.

"I don't really see what we have to talk about, I think that we said everything that we needed to at the steakhouse the night before last." I replied coldly as I kept packing up my stuff into a black garbage bag.

"I only said what was true Luke." Claire shot back as I threw my stuff down on the bed. She clearly wanted to have 1 more fight for the road and I would oblige her.

"And I didn't, your grandpa insulted me in public and you could not have cared less." I insisted as I stood my ground.

"Maybe he has a point, if you tried to be more..." Claire started to say before I cut her off.

"More what Claire?" I asked in anger. "More rich, more pristine, more like a smug snobby asshole? If that is the cost of being your boyfriend, then I ain't paying it."

"You can't pay it, not won't." Claire spat at me, as if her being rich gave her the moral high ground. I chuckled as the pristine princess had truly returned to raise Hell on those she saw as beneath her.

"You know what Claire, I have a theory about you." I said with a cruel smile as Claire returned the smile with equal cruelty.

"Oh, the artist has a theory about the princess, do tell?" she teased with venom in her voice.

"You always used to say that you hated those rich bitches that you used to call friends, but I don't think that you hated them because they were awful people; which they were." I reasoned as I stepped up to my ex girlfriend. "I think that you hated them because you know that deep down, you know that you are cut from the same cloth as them and you didn't like to be reminded of it." This clearly got to her as she threw a shirt at me.

"Shut up!" Claire shouted as she tried to hide the tears forming in her eyes. "You don't know anything about my friends!"

"You don't know anything about YOUR friends!" I shouted in return as I didn't want to bring Allison into this, but she needed to answer for not only being a shitty girlfriend, but for being a shitty best friend as well. "You don't even care about Allison, all you do is dump your problems on her!"

"I already dealt with this shit from her, I don't need it from you too." Claire insisted.

"Clearly you do, how is her relationship with Bender going?" I asked angrily.

"It's...it's going OK..." Claire stuttered, unsure of herself.

"Bull shit, Bender stays out drinking all night and is probably screwing every skank in the city, while he expects Allison to be at his beck and call." I pointed out as Claire looked shocked.

"She...she never told me that Bender was treating her that way..." Claire said, looking genuinely shocked.

"Because you never asked her, all you do is tell her about your problems, but you never ask her about her life!" I declared as I ended up trying to fight back tears. "You know something Claire, Brian was so right about you; you are so fucking conceited!" I was done wasting my time on her, so I grabbed my bag and headed out.

"I never want to see you again!" Claire exclaimed in tears as I headed out of the apartment.

"Don't worry Princess, you won't...at least until I see you in Hell!" I shouted back as I rushed past Mr. and Mrs. Standish before slamming the door on all of those rotten richies.

Bender and Allison's apartment. Later that evening.

When I got back to my temporary dwelling, the first thing that I saw was John Bender; looking furious and storming out of his abode.

"Bender, what happened?" I asked nervously as he stopped to look at me.

"Luke, you know how I said that there are plenty of fish in the sea?" he asked.

"Yeah, so what?" i asked in return as he patted my shoulder.

"So Luke, i'm going fishing." He declared as he raced to his car before speeding out of the parking lot. I ran into the apartment where I saw that a huge fight had clearly happened and that s sobbing Allison was sitting on the floor and hugging her knees.

"Allison...what happened?" I asked as I knelt down next to her.

"John...he..." she stuttered before breaking into tears. I wrapped my arms around my friend as I let her cry, knowing that is what she needed more the whole everything is going to be OK Bullshit.

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