I DO NOT OWN THE BREAKFAST CLUB. SHOUTOUT TO EVERYONE WHO SUPPORTS ME.

Luke and Allison's Apartment. Chicago, Illinois. August 31, 1984.

(Luke)

When I woke up the next morning, I was still feeling like shit after my attack the other night and when I got up and looked into the mirror, I saw that I looked even worse. I looked around, hoping that I could catch Allison before she ran off to class. However, the sounds of an empty apartment told me that I was indeed too late. As I went out to the kitchen, I saw a plate of sugar cookies set out for me. There was a note resting next to the plate that was written in Allison's familiar scrawl.

Thought you could use these, i'll be home soon.

Allison.

I tried one of the cookies and they were so delicious. I had honestly never known that Allison Reynolds was such a good cook. It gave me a mixture of emotions as I ate the cookies. On the one hand, I was filled with gratitude for everything that Allison had done for me. On the other hand, I was even more pissed at Bender for not appreciating Allison for the amazing girlfriend that she almost certainly had been. I had a couple sugar cookies and a glass of milk to go with them as I waited for the cops to come. I gave them the address last night because they needed to take a statement from me if they wanted to press charges against the frat boy assholes who beat me. After an hour and a half of waiting, I finally heard a knock at my door. I worked my way over and saw a detective.

"Luke Henderson?" he asked as I gave him a nod. "I'm detective Andrew Nelson, i'm here to take your statement about the attack last night."

"Sure." I said as I motioned him inside. He sat down across from me and we began.

"So, where were you when the attack took place?" the detective inquired.

"I was leaving MacCormac Community college after finishing my final class for the day." I stated.

"Did you know your attackers?" he asked.

"No, i've never seen them before." I answered.

"Did they give any reason as to why they would attack you?" Detective Nelson asked as I paused. I really wanted to stick it to Claire, but I wasn't 100% sure that she was behind it or even knew that it had happened and until I did, I wasn't going to sic the cops on her pristine ass.

"They thought that I was gay because i'm studying art." I said, not exactly a lie as he wrote everything down. We kept talking for a half hour or so while I told everything I knew about the frat boy assholes who kicked my ass. The detective was eventually satisfied and moved to leave.

"Charges will be filed against the men in question." Detective Andrew Nelson told me as I offered a nod. "If you should remember any other details, here is my card." I took the card and thanked him for his time before he left the apartment. Now that the detective was gone, I had to make a phone call that I was dreading.

Later That Day.

Once the detective had gone on his way, I picked up the phone and rang up my ex-girlfriend. After a few rings, the pristine princess finally picked up the damn phone.

"Hello?" her voice rang through the phone, reminding me of a time so long ago when she had not hated my guts.

"Hello yourself." I said, failing to hide the venom in my voice as she heaved a sigh.

"What do you want Luke?" Claire asked in an annoyed tone of voice.

"I just thought that you should know that I got beat up by a bunch of frat boy assholes from Loyola last night." I explained as she went silent for a couple of minutes.

"Well...i'm sorry that happened, but that isn't really any of my business anymore." She replied.

"Well, they said that they were doing it to get back at me for dumping you, so I would say that it is your business The cops showed up here earlier today to get a statement from me." I shot back. This got Claire to shut up.

"What are you talking about Luke?" my ex girlfriend asked in shock.

"They told me that they were beating me up because I dumped your ass, did you put them up to it?" I asked straight up.

"No!" Claire exclaimed, clearly incensed that I would even suggest such a thing. "I didn't tell any of the guys at Loyola about us!"

"You must have told somebody." I argued as she groaned loudly.

"I...was venting to some girlfriends...who have boys in the frat. But I did not know that those frat boys were going to hurt you; I didn't tell them to do it either" Claire conceded as I swore under my breath.

"Figures, you just can't help causing me misery; even if you don't intend to." I spat angrily.

"Life with you wasn't exactly a walk down the runaway either." Claire shot back with equal venom before asking the question I knew that she would inevitably ask. "Are you going to mention me to the cops?" I let the pristine princess squirm for a few glorious moments before giving her an answer.

"I don't know Claire...I honestly don't know if i'm going to give the cops your name or not." I admitted with no emotion in my voice as I was ready to burn my bridge with her once and for all. "But I do know one thing for sure Claire: I do not care to see or speak to you again; ever." I hung up the phone and shed a tear for the perfectly imperfect love that I had once had with Claire Standish.

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