3:50 pm

Only ten minutes left until Vernon would let the detainees go. The four of them sat at their desks for the remaining few minutes of detention.

"Guys," Andrew said. "Once we're outta here, I think we should all go to Stubbie's party tonight."

Allison and Brian looked nervously at one another since they had never been invited to a party, especially one with the cool kids. Brian bit down on his lip, shrugging his shoulders. He was thinking about going, but he was so nervous that people might stare at him and make fun of him; he was considered a nerd after all.

"A-are you sure?" Brian asked.

"Yea. Why not?" Claire said. "We'll invite Sheila and John when they get out."

After a beat, the princess looked at the clock, knowing she had some time. Feeling rebellious, she went across the hall to Vernon's office; not before checking for signs of the hated vice principal. She found the storage closet and unlocked the door.

********
The Storage Closet
Vernon's Office

Bender heard the click of the lock from outside the closet door. He began to curl up in trepidation, thinking it was Vernon. After the whole incident in the closet with the man yelling at him and threatening to 'kick the shit outta him' and 'knock his dick in the dirt', he was terrified.

It was then he saw Claire standing there. She had a coy look on her face. He completely relaxed, putting on the cool guy image.

"You lost?" Bender asked with a charming smirk.

The cherry head stepped up to Bender, leaned forward and began to kiss his neck. She inhaled the scent of his ragged plaid shirt: motor oil, sawdust, cigarettes, dope and body odor. Despite his smell, she didn't care.

The criminal looked completely confused by this gesture.

"Why'd you do that?" he asked softly.

"Because I knew you wouldn't," Claire answered.

"You know how you said your parents use you to get back at each other?" Bender said. "Wouldn't I be outstanding in the capacity?"

"Were you really disgusted with what I did with my lipstick?" Claire asked.

"Truth?"

She nodded. "Truth."

He nodded his head, still smirking. "No."

*******
4:00 pm
The Basement

Vernon had fallen asleep in the dusty chair, holding his empty beer can in his hand and surrounded by the students' private files. He blinked his eyes, waking up. He felt stiff. He rubbed his eyes and looked at his watch, realizing the time.

Shit! He was going to be late releasing the detainees from detention.

"I hope they go easy on me," he sighed.

He quickly picked up the strewn files and put them back in the filing cabinets. Slinging his sport coat over his arm, he went to let the detainees go.

********
The Library

"It's 4:00," Brian said, looking at the clock. "Vernon hasn't let us go yet."

"You think that dickhead forgot about us?" Allison wondered aloud.

"If Dick hasn't show up already, we can go," Bender said shrugging.

"A-are you sure?" Brian asked nervously.

"Hey, Dweeb, Dick can't do nothing about it. He can't keep us here all day."

"What about Sheila? She has to stay seven more minutes."

"Well, why don't you hop on your white horse and rescue her, Prince Valiant?" Bender remarked sarcastically, gesturing to the door.

"Vernon might get mad though," Brian said nervously.

"We can wait for her until Vernon lets her go," Andrew suggested.

The detainees packed up their things And headed towards the entrance of the school. They passed Carl in the hallway. Brian gave him a smile.

"See you next Saturday, man," Bender said.

Carl chuckled in amusement at this and watched the detainees leave detention as a group together. He leaned against his broom as he recalled how they all entered the library, complete strangers and they were all leaving detention together as best friends.

Vernon arrived and was about to announce they were free to go...only to find the library empty. On the desk where Brian sat was a single sheet of paper.

Goddammit! he thought.

He still had the delinquent and the red haired miscreant locked away. Upon checking his office, he noticed Bender had gotten out. He frowned again.

Spoiled little pricks! Someone had let Bender out of his cage.

Sighing, he looked at his watch. In about seven minutes, he had to let that spoiled little Army brat Donovan go. He only hoped her little time out taught her a lesson.

********
4:07 pm
Room 201

Sheila sat in her empty classroom after Bender helped her sneak back in, waiting for Vernon to release her for the day. It really sucked that she had to sit here for seven more minutes just because she got lost. Sighing, she swung her legs and rested her head on her chin.

At exactly this time, the door unlocked and the vice principal finally appeared. He stared at Sheila oddly, noticing her clothes were different.

"Is that what you were wearing earlier?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Um...yea," Sheila said, looking down at her outfit. "Why?"

The man looked a little confused, but he shook it off.

"Alright, Donovan," he said. "You're free to go." Then he added with a frown, "Your buddy, Brian, wrote an essay for you. I hope you learned something today."

The redhead stood up from her desk and gathered her things. She looked at the man.

"Actually, I learned a lot today," Sheila replied.

"Really? And what exactly did you learn?" he asked.

Sheila looked at Vernon dead in the eye. She knew exactly what he was.

"We learned that we don't need you," Sheila answered. "You're a bully. Not a teacher. And you may have wasted our Saturday, but you have wasted your life."

Sheila blew Vernon a sarcastic kiss. With a flip of her red hair, she flounced past him and out of the classroom to leave him standing there with a shocked expression. She was glad to be free from this man for now.

As Sheila headed down the hall, she saw the rest of the gang, standing in front of the entrance.

"You guys waited for me?" Sheila said surprised.

"Of course we did," Claire said.

"What do you think we're animals?" Andrew joked.

"Technically, we are animals," Brian said.

"Nerd!" Allison teased.

"Hey! Don't call him that!" Bender quipped.

"Thanks," Brian said, looking grateful.

"He's a Dweeb. Not a nerd," Bender added with a playful smirk.

"Alright, let's get out of here," Andrew said.

They were about to walk out when Sheila realized something...

"Wait!" Sheila exclaimed. "I forgot something in the library!"

She ran back to the library to look for her caricature of Vernon that she sketched. She was hoping and praying that the vice principal didn't find it. She looked under her seat and around her desk, her heart was pounding wildly. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she frantically searched for it.

She heard some footsteps behind her, making her look up. She feared it was Vernon who was going to yell at her for what she said to him earlier or show her that he found her drawing...but instead, she saw blue Nike sneakers.

"Are you looking for this?" the soft voice asked, reaching into his pocket.

Sheila looked up to see there was Brian, holding a wrinkled, folded paper between his pinched fingers. She opened it and realized it was her sketch. She sighed with relief, ever glad he found it and not Vernon.

"W-where...?" Sheila was about to ask.

"You dropped it when you were packing up your stuff after Vernon banned you from the library," Brian said. "Sorry it's wrinkled. I didn't have time to hide it so I had to sit on it."

The redhead smiled appreciatively, tucking the sketch into her backpack. Brian rubbed his neck, shuffling his feet awkwardly as he recalled the events of today. How much he enjoyed their conversations, those intimate moments, the whole 8 hours together in detention. He could feel the blush from his neck to the tips of his ears heating up his face.

"I have to say, I had a really good time talking to you today...along with other stuff," Brian said.

Sheila looked at him silently with green eyes as he put his hands in his pockets.

"And hopefully we get to see more of each other," Brian continued.

The redhead blushed, smiling. "Yea...hopefully a LOT more," Sheila said, giving him a wink.

The blond boy turned bright red upon hearing this prospect. He was shifting nervously, rubbing his neck and wiping his clammy hands on his pants. Sheila giggled at his response. He was just so adorkable!

"O-oh! I...I...uh..." he stammered. "I wasn't expecting that answer."

"Guess when you hang out with me, you've got to expect the unexpected," Sheila said, grinning.

"R-right..." he stammered, tugging his collar as he recalled the tit shot she had given him. "Got it. OK."

Brian took out a piece of paper and his pen.

"If you want to talk, here's my phone number," he said. "Don't call too late. My mom puts my sister down around seven."

He wrote his number on the paper and handed it to Sheila. The redhead nodded. She handed him her number, not before planting a berry colored lip print on the paper.

"Here's mine," Sheila said.

The nerd blushed upon seeing the lip print next to Sheila's number.

"Oh! And if an old dude answers the phone," Sheila said. "Make sure you speak clearly. My grandfather is hard of hearing. And be sure to call him Joseph. Not Joe. He hates that."

"Got it. Um...thank you," Brian replied. He looked down for a moment. "Are you going to Stubbie's party tonight?"

"Maybe..." Sheila said with a shrug. "I hadn't thought about it."

"Well...if you are, I might go. I don't normally go. But I heard his parties are pretty happening. Maybe I'll see you there."

"OK..."

Sheila watched as Brian turned to leave.

"Wait!" she called, making him stop in his tracks. "Let's walk out together."

"T-together?" he said.

"Mm hmm!"

The redhead stepped up to him, honking an arm around his and holding his hand. Brian's heart fluttered as he felt her touch. His mind was floating in the clouds as his dream had come true. A girl was willing to walk out with him. They walked out to the front of the school with the rest of the gang. Once outside, she noted the few cars that were there to pick them up. She stood on the steps with Brian. The two of them faced each other, looking into each other's eyes. His blues and her greens. Looking at his green sweater in his hand, he wrapped it around Sheila's shoulders. She looked down at it, then back at Brian with a slightly confused look.

"For me?" she said.

"I want you to have it," he said. "So you won't forget me."

"Hell, I wouldn't forget you," she said with a light chuckle.

Standing on her toes, she pulled him by his yellow knit scarf, giving him a polite kiss, seeing that Brian's father was here already, waiting in the driver's seat. She figured she would send him off with a kiss. Brian blushed. It would take him a while to get used to kissing.

"See you around, Captain," Sheila said.

The nerd chuckled at this reference. He was liking his new nickname that Sheila had given him. He gave a smirk that showed off the dimple in his cheek. 

"At ease, Lt. Uhura," Brian said.

Sheila giggled lightly, then caressed his cheek one last time before heading headed towards her grandfather's Buick. Brian got into the front seat of the car where Mr. Johnson was waiting. His father looked on at the scene, watching the redhead leave who was with his son.

"Who was that?" he asked.

"Just a girl I'm really close with," Brian answered, sitting down and buckling up.

Sheila caught sight of Claire and Bender, sharing a kiss as she got into Joseph's car...she took her earring out and handed it to Bender.

When her grandfather drove away, she saw Andrew and Allison kissing too. It was then, she saw Allison pull off a patch from his letterman jacket sleeve before getting into her dad's car.

Seemed like everyone had fallen in love during detention.

*********
The Library

Vernon stood alone in the vast room where the detainees once were, holding the essay that Brian had written. With a furrowed brow, His gray eyes scanned the neat handwriting of the words Brian Johnson had written.

Dear Mr. Vernon,

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...

Brian: A brain...

Andrew: And an athlete...

Allison: ...a basket case...

Claire:...a princess...

Sheila:..a comedian...

Bender: ...and a criminal.

Does that answer your question?

Sincerely yours,

The Breakfast Club

Vernon finished reading the essay...then crumpled it into a ball and tossed it into the trashcan with a frown.

"Who the hell do they think they are?" he grumbled. "Bunch of spoiled little pricks. We'll see how clever they think they are come Monday..."

He stormed towards his office, muttering angrily to go home. Carl watched in amusement at his angry boss. From what he could guess, Vernon had failed to break them.