Title: And Then There Were Two

Author: TWBasketcase

Summary: When Monday doesn't turn out as planned, two members of The Breakfast Club turn to each other for comfort and friendship.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Breakfast Club movie or its characters.

A/N: I'm going through writer's block with "The World through the Eyes of a Basket Case" so I'm writing this to get out of it. I've had this idea in my head, so I figured why not use it. Please R&R and tell me what you think.

Chapter 1 – Detention…Again.

As I walk up the steps to this wretched school, I couldn't help but feel extremely pissed off. The last time I was here on a Saturday it turned out to be a detention I would never forget; it also left me with some real false hopes. I let the walls down around me and told four total strangers some of my most personal secrets…and what pissed me off about it most was the fact that they had me believing I would have their friendship in return. I learned a lot about myself that day, but as soon as Monday rolled around all of those hopes, promises, and secrets meant absolutely shit.

I didn't end up meeting up with all of them…just two; one was the person I didn't care much for, and the other was the most important person to me of the group. After the confrontation with that person, I lost all motivation to even care about what the others who I didn't meet up with were doing. If the one who stole a piece of my heart didn't care, then neither did I. I couldn't even bring myself to go to school for the rest of the week after that day; I was so humiliated and hurt that I couldn't get out of bed.

Shermer High was the same as it always was on a Saturday; brightly lit, sports and student council posters decorating the walls, freshly swept floors, and it was peacefully quiet. Only difference between today and every other Saturday was that today I didn't really care who I would be sharing my punishment with; I wasn't ready to make the same mistake I made last week. I won't try and make an ass out of Vernon, I won't be getting high, I won't be dancing around like a care-free maniac, and I certainly won't be pouring my heart out to anybody. No sense in putting salt on fresh wounds, right?

I approached the heavy wooden door and pulled it open; it still wasn't fixed after the little escapade pulled last week. I noticed three guys were already in the room; they all looked like they were drama club kids, dressed in black and brown with funny hair-cuts…I didn't know who they were, nor did I care. I continued walking further into the library and took my seat at the same table as last week and slumped down in the familiar chair. I sighed heavily as I pulled out of my coat; something caught my eye and I looked at the name carved in the table and frowned. We all had carved our names and the date – March 24th, 1984 – in our desks yesterday to forever put our stamp on The Breakfast Club. I wish I could just sand it off, or burn it, or something…the vivid reminder just dampens my already dark mood. I glanced at the clock; only four minutes until seven…Vernon should be waltzing his pansy ass in here anytime now.

I threw my arms down on the table and rested my forehead on them; for once in my life I was so down I didn't even feel like talking. I would never admit to anyone how much I was hurting, it just wasn't my style. So for now, whatever happens today is not going to be any concern to me at all. Still, a week later, I am mentally kicking myself for ever believing that we would all take a stand against the rest of society and be there for each other; it's just not like me to fall for shit like that so easily.

The door opened with a quiet creak, and as the footsteps approached I already knew it was Vernon. I can't stand the guy, so I wasn't about to look up from my desk to see his ugly mug. I prepared myself for 'the speech':

"Alright girls…I'm just waiting for one more person to get their rotten ass in here and then we will get started," he was quiet for a few moments before I heard the door open again. "Nice of you to finally join us! Now sit your ass down!" he hollered in his usual asshole tone. I felt the seat next to me being pulled out and sat in, great looks like I get company after all! Better not get in my way.

"Alright, listen up!" Vernon lectured once again, "Since one of our more felonious students decided to vandalize school property last weekend, I'm going to be coming in to check up on you every half an hour today. I'm going to be right outside those doors, so any monkey business is ill-advised!" Felonious! That's hilarious, what a bozo! The library door wasn't the only thing broken last week…but what he doesn't know can't hurt him right? Ha!

"I won't be assigning any essays this week…" I scoffed quietly to myself, "…since some people find it humorous to continually make a mockery out of my assignments. So there will be no talking, no moving, no monkey business what-so-ever! Is that clear everyone?" He was met with a series of loud groans. Same speech, different week; it was nothing new to me.

"I'll be back in here in a half hour's time. Anyone caught fooling around will have another detention with me." And with that the old man finally left, and I listened to his retreating footsteps until I was sure he was out the door. I raised my head slowly and yawned, this is definitely going to be a long day.

"You look just about as miserable as I feel," came a quiet voice from next to me. I can't say it didn't startle me…I wasn't really expecting to hear the familiar voice.

I spun my head around quickly and faced one of my partners in crime from last week, "what are you doin' here?" I asked a little more harshly than I intended.

"I got caught skipping class on Monday…I felt like such an idiot that I couldn't stay another minute," came the whispered reply.

"I here ya, I left too…I take it then you got the same silent treatment crap as I did from everyone else?"

"Yep…I walked up to them and tried to say hi but they just ignored me; they didn't say hello, they didn't say anything mean…just nothing. What made me more pissed off about it was the fact that their eyes were telling me a different story. The acted like they didn't care but just looking in their eyes told me otherwise. I guess they weren't strong enough to tell off their friends after all." I watched as the brown pair of eyes I was looking into fogged up a bit then flew to the floor. Just seeing her that way made me want to go berserk all the more; I hate when people get upset like that, especially the type of people who don't deserve to feel that way. Fuck all of those guys!

"Hey, don't feel so bad," I told her gently, "they did the same thing to me…I only talked to two of them and they both did the exact same thing. So I figured if two of them were going to act that way, you all were going to. To tell you the truth, I'm actually feeling little bit better now that I know you think I'm still worth your time." I replied, I didn't wanna sound corny, but I couldn't just act cold hearted like the rest of The Breakfast Club did; I'm definitely sure that she didn't need that from me.

"You know what? I do think you're still worth my time; I told all of you guys last week that I wouldn't do anything shitty to anyone…I'm not like that. Now that you mention it, it does make me feel a whole lot better that I know you kept your word as well. I find it kinda funny it was the two of us who did."

I smiled in response, I'm glad that I made her feel better…it lifted some weight off my mood. Maybe my day won't be as miserable as I thought. I watched as she smiled uneasily at me; I could tell she was going about this with quite a bit of precaution. I don't blame her for being uneasy; I don't wanna get shot down again either.

"So…you wanna keep the pact going then, between us that is?" She asked.

I gave her a wide smile and nodded, "And then there were two…"

To Be Continued.

Who kept their word? What's going to happen to our duo? Find out in Chapter Two…