inspired by The Breakfast Club

With a major high suck as that fight, you could imagine how much of a slow decline the rest of the punishment was. 

Detention was a blur for me, with the awkward tension between us all being more of a punishment for me than being in school on a Saturday with people from all different walks of life. I forgot why I was here and what I did and now I was being punished for being born and having someone to stand up for me rather than skipping class to go to work. 

It was slow but towards the end, where we all gathered into clusers of groups t got like it does at the end of the movie where at first you're wishing time away but then shocked with wow it's been 2 hours already?

That was the time we stopped counting time and started to listen and speak up. 

"What do you need a fake id for?"

"So I can vote."

Brian turned out to be an interesting character with more flaws and more stupidity than what you would expect from a nerd. His chamring, shy and sometimes reckless perosnality showed that he was not cut out for the job his parents wer eforcing him in, that he wasn't destined to be a nerd. It wasn't right. 

"Do you always carry this much shit in your bag?"

"Yeah, I always carry this much shit in my bag. You never know when you may have to jam."

Another interesting character to say the least was Allison, someone who I had only seen around school a handful of times and that would'nt dare be visible enough to get herself into detention. The only thing she could posisbly be punished for is being invisible. Yet she was cool, mocking Claire at any opportunity with loud luaghter. 

"Are all these your girlfriends?"

"Some of them..."

Bender was really conforming to the stereotype he had been pushed under by others and perosnllay it was getting alittle tired. He clung to my sister like glue, loving the way she flucked her hair to the side purposefully exposing her pale neck. When earlier he was shocked with her harshness towards me, now he was swimming in it, drowning- looking at me with double the malice as her just because. 

"He's got a nudie picture in there! I saw it, it's perverted!"

"Alright, let's see it!"

Andrew was the only person I could attach myself to in this room and not think twice baout it. I didn't hae to think about what I said, afrad that it would sound weird or offend anyone. I just spoke, he laughed or smiled and sometimes replied. We didn;t have to talk just stand next to eachother. He was a kind soul, not wanting to be the label he was gven at birth when his parents found out he was a boy but at the same time it's all he's ever known.

 I wonder if he'd look at me once monday mornign?

Claire stoped her remakrs after Andrew's outburst but that didn;t mean that she stopped saying those horrible htings. Her looks towrads me spoke even louder than her words and each itme she glanced at me she was screaming. 

I didn't know if it was Andrw who did it or the weed she was currently smoking with the rest of us. It wasn't my first time in that rodeo but my sister brought shame to the family name as she practiclaly coughed it all up. 

"Chicks cannot handle der smoke ! That's what it is," Brian or wa sit even him spoke with a outful of smoke, hiding bloodshot eyes behind some 'cool' sunglasses that lived on Bender's crown. 

We all laughed, the joy dying as Claire rambled about her populairty as background noise to me but the headlines for everyone else. 

I felt the lack of Clark in the air, looking over my shoulder from our mini circle only to see him emerging from a room covered in smoke. The rock music from the stero that Brian hooed up for us was perfcetly timed to his head nods and none of us, not even Claire could guess what would happen next. 

I thought weed was meant to slow you the fuck down. 

From my own hazy gaze, I saw Andrew Clark tumbling, flipping and dancing in a cloud of his own smoke. It was the first time we all felt joy together and laughed at something blissfully innocent. Our eyes followed him from the celing as he removed his top layers bit by bit until left in a daring sports tank. 

It was amazingly exciting. 

I was front seat view of the show until his hand took mine, sneding me trough a joy ride of jumping, whooping and dancing toegther as we locked eyes in a scene much slower to us than the pace of the song. 

But we all knew that this moment of pure joy, being young and blissfulness couldn't last any longer!

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"You're so pathetic don't you ever- ever compare yourself to me, okay? You got everything and I got shit, fucking rapunzel right?"

That moment never lasted and it collapsed into the hell that was rising below us this whole time. anything thatw a ver said even moments before dention began came back to bit us all in the ass, even the ones who never said anything about anyone. 

"I like those earrings Claire."

Somehow the budding romance that was blossiming behind some ganja was now slipping away, slipping through Claire'es pretty little hands like she was tyirn to hold water. 

All that was left on the ground was despertaion, shame and pure hatred now. 

"Are those real diamonds Claire, I bet they are."

Claire as she usually would was tyring her best to act strong, tough it out but the tears that stained her eyes forever were undeniably bold and realy there. She daren't look at him in case she gave him any more material. 

"Did you work for the money for those earrings?"

My fists were clenching, seeing the spit in his tone that she would send to me but somehow seeing it happen to her was haeart breaking. Flesh and blood was being torn apart in front of me and all anyone could do at the circle was take out the popcorn and watch!

"I bet those were a Christmas gift! Right? You know what I got for Christmas this year? It was a banner fucking year at the old Bender family! I got a carton of cigarettes. The old man grabbed me and said 'Hey! Some up Johnny!' Okay so go home and cry ot your daddy, don't cry here, okay?"

The last thing anyone expected was for the person she hated the most to intervene. 

"That's not fair."

The heads snap my way, my head not vene hanging low one bit. 

"Pardon?"

"You heard me. That's not fair! Look, Bender, I'm sorry that you got the wrong end of the stick here in the old game of life, but there's no need to shame people in what they have. My dad earned what he has, your dad is a deadbeat who wouldn't get off his ass for his kid. My dad did. Don't insult this family, my sister for having a chance, for being happy."

"Why the hell are you sticking up for her? She wouldn't do this for you even if you promised to kill yourself! You're a bitch, a nobody. No one cares what you have to say, including Claire. Why don't you just shut up and stick to the things you know, shopping, nail polish our father's bmw and your poor rich drunk mother in the carribean," he spits towrads you, quite literally with the hate enthusiasm sloshng in his mouth. 

I don't even blink, Claire and the rest are speechless. 

"That's not how it is, you don't know jackshit. I'm sorry you have to live a shitty life Bender but you're not a victim. You're not the perosn with the saddest life on earth! Am I meant to feel sorry for you?" I laugh, "Heres 20 dollars kid, get yourself some food, a job and get out."

I smile at him, more hurt now on his face that made guilt spiral down as I swallowed my spit. 

DId I make a mistake. 

"My God, are we gonna be like our parents" Andrew speaks up, he quetsions it but it wasn't even a quetsions he already knew the reality. 

"Not me, ever."

Bender nods towrads Claire, still not looking at me in the eye, not ready to face that particluar song yet.

I worked, i cooked, I even cleaned sometimes so I refused to sit there and be called useless in fron  of people I have rgwon to care about this Staurday detention. 

"It's unaviodable. When you grow up, your heart dies," Allison seemed to have as many teras as Calire as Bran as Andrew and as me when she spoke, Bender was too tough to cry. 

When Adrew pened up about the history with his father, our bond was clear when tears came pouring out of my aching eyes and my shirt began to grow damp with his sobbing face buried in it. 

He resided there for a while, strenthening my statemnt and the fact that I had come to really like Andrew Calrk. 

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"Don't stick that in my eye!"

EVery good movie had a makeover and this one turned out to be a real shocker. 

Claire showed th ekindness that she had before Prada and did alliosns makeup not to show her who she oculd be but tp show who she was. And, she was really soemthing. 

"You want some?" she turns to me pve rher shoulder, holding the eyeliner like a weapon although there was a nice glisten in her eye. 

"Nahh it's not my thing," I muttered, shy at the unfamiliar feeling of a genuine conversationw ith my sister for the first time in too long. 

"You're prettier without it..."

Allison hopped back to the guys who were dancing along to music and agruing over that paper eventhough we all knew that brian wa sgonna end up wiritng it, even Brian himself who still agrued against it.

"Will you prmis eyou'll be careful with Bender? I knew he's insceure caus ehe thinks you're out of his league but guys like him an be dangeous."

Claire was shocked at my concern and rolls her eyes before embracing me, a smile on both of our faces and heat traveling through our cells in unison. 

She squeezes me one last time before leaving, smirking at who was waiitng out side. 

"Knock knock," Andrew cutely announces, hea dpopping our from behind the bookshelf. 

"I just wanted to thank you for a great detention," he shyly states, shoving his hands into his pockets, wishing they could swallow him whole ineats. 

"Thank me? Are you kidding?" I hop off the counter I was sitting on and lean against it "If it weren't for yo, I proably wouldn't be alive right now, literally."

He laughs, hands emerging rfom the pocket and reaching for my cheek. 

It was a perfect fit, his thumb drawing circles on my clushing cheeks and recahig prefectly to feel the texture of my lis that were just desperate to feel him at hi point. 

If Claire was out of Bender's league, Andrew was in a whole different continent for me...

"This isn't right, I'm not good enough for you. I'm not a Diet Coke plaything you can rely on to show up at parties or to kiss out the wrestling ring. Bender's right, I'm weird..."

His finger forces me to look at him again, anger burning through him whenever he couldn' fully see my sad eyes in full. He shook his head, dirty blonde locks swaying with his movements in a dance that was too good to be true. 

"You're all I ever wanted and more," he emphasised with a kiss, capturing my lips over and over to show how much he wanted me, needed me and ditto I suppose.