Disclaimer: I do not own the Breakfast Club. I own none of the characters except Molly and her father. All credit goes to John Hughes for both writing and directing the movie.

It was 6:30 am on a Saturday and Molly was running late. She quietly rushed around the house, cursing Mr. Vernon as she went, trying her hardest not to wake up her dad. She never told him she had gotten into trouble at school and she didn't plan on it. School just started and she already had to go to a Saturday detention how amazing is that? Molly wrote a note explaining she was going to a friend's house to help with homework and that she might be gone all day. She then quickly walked to school hoping a 30 minute walk would turn into a 20 minute one, at least.

It was 7:02 when Molly walked into the library where she had happily interrupted Vernon's speech.

"...for being on time. Well, most of you. Molly!"

Vernon stopped Molly before she could silently go to the back table, "Yes, Mr. Vernon?"

"How could you possibly be late if everyone else here was on time?"

"That is a very good question. See when everyone else came in here before 7, I was still outside the school and then when I was about halfway to the library the clock changed and started the new hour of 7. Then when I walked in here it became 7:02, hence the reason how I can be late. Time stops for no one."

"You must think that's really cute, huh? Well you just got 2 more Saturdays, Molly Now if you-"

"Wow, that's really effective. Not your tone of voice or your, nonexistent, commanding presence, but your morning breath. I never want to be this close to you ever again."

"That just bought you 2 more, Molly. Do you want to keep going? I'm open for business."

Molly couldn't help but roll her eyes, unfortunately Vernon caught it.

"What was that?"

"Hmm?"

"What was that that you just did?"

"Oh. It's called an eye roll. It's what you do when a pain in the ass is talking to you."

"Did you just call me a pain in the ass?"

"Ah. Hmm. Yes. Yes, I did."

"That just got you another month. We're gonna be seeing each other for the next 2 months now take a seat before I decide to give you more."

Molly walked slowly to the back table on the left hand side behind a guy named John Bender, who watched her go. As she got closer their eyes met and he gave her a smirk, which she returned with a wink as she sat down. When she did a red head in the front raised her hand.

"Excuse me, sir? I think there's been a mistake. I know it's detention but I don't think I belong in here."

Vernon completely ignored her and said, "It is now 7:06. You have exactly eight hours and 54 minutes to think about why you're here. Ponder the error of your ways."

John put his head back, spat in the air and caught it inside his mouth.

"You may not talk. You will not move from these seats. And you will not sleep."

Vernon took the chair John had put his feet up on and moved it to the other side of the table.

"All right, people, we're going to try something a little different today. We are going to write an essay of no less than 1000 words describing to me who you think you are."

John looked at him, "Is this a test?"

"And when I say essay, I mean essay. I do not mean a single word repeated 1000 times. Is that clear, Mr. Bender?"

John looked at Molly, "Crystal."

Molly smiled and raised her hand, "How about a phrase? Are we able to write a phrase over and over making it a 1000 word essay?"

Vernon glanced at Molly before continuing, "Maybe you'll learn something about yourself. Maybe you'll even decide whether or not you care to return."

A guy stood up and said, "I can answer that right now, sir. That'd be 'no' for me, cause-"

"Sit down, Johnson."

"Thank you, sir."

"My office is right across that hall. Any monkey business is ill-advised. Any questions?"

"Yeah. I got a question. Does Barry Manilow know that you raid his wardrobe?"

Molly gave a small giggle that made John smile.

"I'll give you the answer to that question, Mr. Bender, next Saturday. Shape up, Molly."

Molly stopped laughing to stand up and give Vernon a mock salute and then sat back down.

"Don't mess with the bull, you two, you'll get the horns."

Vernon left the room and John said, "That man is a brownie hound."

Silence fell but was quickly gone when the girl across from Molly started to bite her nails.

"You keep eating your hand, you're not going to be hungry for lunch."

She bit another nail and spat it at John, missing completely.

"I've seen you before you know."

The guy Johnson started mumbling to himself but quickly stopped when he saw that John was staring at him. They then started to take off their own coats. Molly smiled when she saw Johnson pretend to be cold when he saw the look John was giving him.

"It's the shits, huh?"

John glanced at Molly and patted the chair next to him signaling to her to sit by him. She thought about it and took her stuff up there, deciding that sitting by John would past the time faster. As she sat down John faced the front and threw his paper at the red head, missing, it going over her head and in front of the table. John started to hum and play air guitar. Molly heard the red head say, "I can't believe this is really happening to me."

"Oh, shit! What are we supposed to do if we have to take a piss? If you got to go, you got to go."

John unzipped his pants and pretending to take a piss. The guy sitting by the red head turned around.

"You're not urinating in here, man."

"Don't talk. Don't talk. It makes it crawl back up. Molly, help me relax it."

John grabbed Molly's hand and held it in his lap still pretending.

"Ah, yeah. That's it."

The guy was not hearing it, "You whip it out, you're dead before the first drop hits the floor."

John looked at him, "You're pretty sexy, when you're get angry."

John growled as the guy faced forward again. He then sat back, zipped up his pants and looked at Johnson.

"Hey, homeboy, why don't you go close that door? We'll get Molly impregnated."

The tough guy looked at John, "If I lose my temper, you're totaled, man."

"Totally?"

"Totally."

The red head spoke up, "Why don't you shut up? Nobody here's interested."

"Really, buttface."

"Hey, sporto, what'd you do to get in here? Forget to wash your jock?"

"Excuse me, fellows. I think we should just write our papers."

Everyone ignored Johnson as 'sporto' turned back around.

"Just because you live in here doesn't give you the right to be a pain in the ass. So knock it off!"

"It's a free country."

Molly was getting tired of the testosterone battle and looked at sporto, "He's just doing it to get a rise out of you. Just ignore him."

John leaned over and whispered into Molly's ear, "You couldn't ignore me if you tired."

He then looked between sporto and the red head," So...So, are you guys like boyfriend-girlfriend? Steady dates? Lovers? Come on, sporto, level with me. Do you slip her the hot-beef injection?"

"Go to hell!"

"Enough!"

They heard Vernon's voice, "Hey! What's going on in there?"

No one said anything. John winked at Molly, stood up and sat on the railing of the ramp.

"What do you say we close that door? Can't have any kind of party with Vernon checking us out every few seconds."

"You know the door's supposed to stay open."

"So what?"

"So why don't you just shut up? There's five other people in here, you know?"

"God, you can count. I knew you had to be smart to be a wrestler."

"Who the hell are you to judge anybody anyway?"

"Really."

"You know, Bender, you don't even count. If you disappear forever, it wouldn't make any difference. You may as well not even exist at this school."

"Well, I'll run right out and join the wrestling team. Maybe the prep club, too. Student council."

"No. They wouldn't take you."

"I'm hurt."

The red head spoke up, "You know why guys like you knock everything?"

"This should be stunning."

"Because you afraid."

"Oh, God. You richies are so smart. That's exactly why I'm not heavy in activities."

"You're a big coward."

Molly heard Johnson mumble something but ignored it and stood next to John.

"You're afraid that they won't take you, you don't belong, so you dump all over it."

"Well, it wouldn't have anything to do with you activities people being assholes, would it?"

"Well, you wouldn't know. You don't even know any of us."

"Well, I don't know any lepers either, but I'm not going to run and join one of their fucking clubs."

"Hey, let's watch the mouth, huh?"

Molly scoffed and looked at the red head, "Like you're one to talk about getting to know people before you judge them, sweetheart."

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"Have you or have you not told me, to my face numerous times, that Drama Club is just a place for both students and teachers to get free sex?"

"That's because it's true!"

"Well, I'm hurt because I'll have you know that I'm still a virgin."

John looked at Molly, "You are?"

"Yeah."

"Should have known."

"Why?"

"I haven't been with you yet."

Johnson mumbled something again causing John to say, "Excuse me a sec. What are you babbling about?"

"What I said was that I'm in the Math Club, the Latin Club and the Physics Club. Physics Club."

"Hey, Cherry. Do you belong to the Physics Club?"

"That's an academic club."

"So?"

"Academic clubs aren't the same as other kinds of clubs."

"Ah. But to dorks like him, they are."

Molly looked at Johnson, "What do you guys do in your club?"

"In physics, well, we talk about physics. Properties of physics."

"So it's sort of social."

John added, "Demented and sad."

Molly put a hand on his chest to quiet him, "But social, right?"

"I guess you could consider it a social situation. I mean, there are other children in my club. And at the end other the year we have...we have a big banquet at the Hilton."

"You load up. You party."

"No. We get dressed up, but we don't get high."

"Only burners like you two get high."

Johnson kept muttering something while John stared at Molly. Unable to take it anymore, she met his gaze and he smirked. Sporto started to look antsy, "You guys keep up your talking and Vernon's gonna come in. I got a meet this Saturday and I'm not gonna miss it on account of you boneheads."

"Oh, and wouldn't that be a bite? Missing a whole wrestling meet?"

"You wouldn't know anything about it, faggot. You never competed in your whole life."

John pretended to cry, but the smile on his face didn't help, "Oh, I know. I feel all empty inside because of it. I have such a deep admiration for guys who roll around on the floor with other guys."

"You'd never miss it. You don't have any goals."

"Oh, but I do. I want to be just like you. I figure all I need's a lobotomy and some tights."

Johnson looked at sporto, "You wear tights?"

"No, I don't wear tights. I wear the required uniform."

"Tights."

"Shut up!"

They heard Vernon moving and Molly and John went back to their seats. After a few seconds John snorted, whooped, stood up and walked to the door, kissing Molly on the cheek.

Johnson reminded him, "There's not supposed to be any monkey business."

"Young man, have you finished your paper?"

John started to mess with the door, he soon came back and everyone heard the door slam shut.

"That's very funny. Fix it."

"Am I a genius?"

"No, you're an asshole."

"What a funny guy."

"Fix the door, Bender."

"I've been hear before I know what I'm doing."

"No. Fix the door!"

"Shut up!"

They all heard Vernon yell, "God damn it!"

John sat down next to Molly and stuffed the screw into her hand. She put her hands on her lap jsut as Vernon came in.

"Why is that door closed? Why is that door closed?"

"How are we supposed to know? We're not supposed to move, right?"

Vernon looked at Molly, "Why?"

"We're just sitting here like we're supposed to."

"Who closed that door?"

John glanced at Molly, "I think a screw fell out of it."

Sporto spoke up, "It just closed, sir."

"Who?"

The girl in the back squeaked and put her head on the table.

"She doesn't talk, sir."

Vernon looked at John, "Give me that screw."

"I don't have it."

"You want me to yank you out of that seat and shake it out of you?"

"I don't have it. Screws fall out all the time. The world's an imperfect place."

"Give it to me, Bender."

Molly spoke up, "Excuse me, sir. Why would anyone steal a screw?"

"Watch it, young lady."

Vernon walked to the door. John looked at Molly and smirked. Vernon tired putting a folding chair in front of the door.

"The door's way to heavy, sir."

The door slammed shut and Vernon cursed.

"Andrew Clark, get up here. Come on. Front and center. Let's go."

"Hey, how come Andrew gets to get up? If he gets up, we'll all get up. It'll be anarchy! It's out of my hands."

Vernon and Andrew put a magazine rack infront of the door.

"That's very clever, sir, but what if there's a fire? I think violating fire codes and endangering the lives of children would be unwise at this juncture in your career, sir."

Vernon started yelling at Andrew like it was his idea to put the magazine rack there.

Johnson spoke up, "You know, the school comes equipped with fire exits at either end of the library."

"Show Dick some respect."

Andrew and Vernon came back having moved the magazine rack back to it's original spot.

"I expected a little more from a varsity letterman. You're not fooling anybody, Bender. The next screw that falls out is gonna be you."

"Eat my shorts."

"What was that?"

John put his arm on the back of Molly's chair and looked at Vernon, "Eat my shorts."

"You just bought yourself another Saturday, mister."

"Oh, I'm crushed."

"You just bought one more right there."

"Well, I'm free the Saturday after that. Beyond that I'll have to check my calendar."

"Good! Because it's gonna be filled. We'll keep going. You want another one? Say the word. Just say the word. Instead of going to prison, you'll come here. Are you through?"

"No."

"I'm doing society a favor."

"So?"

"That's another right now. I've got you for the rest of your life if you don't watch your step. You want another one?"

"Yes."

"You got it! You got another one right there. That's another one pal."

Molly grabbed John's hand that was resting on her shoulder. He looked at her and she whispered, "Stop."

"You through?"

John looked at Vernon again, "Not even close, bud."

"You got one more right there."

"You really think I give a shit?"

"Another. You through?"

"How many is that?"

Johnson spoke up, "That's seven, including the one when you asked Mr. Vernon here whether Barry Manilow knew he raided his closet."

"Now it's eight. Stay out of it."

"Excuse me, sir, it's seven."

"Shut up, peewee. You're mine, Bender. For two months, I got you and your girlfriend here."

"What can I say? I'm thrilled."

"Oh, I'm sure that's exactly what you want these people to believe. You know something? You ought to spend a little more time trying to do something with yourself and a little less time trying to impress people. You might be better off. All right. That's it. I'm gonna be right outside those doors. The next time I have to come in here..."

Molly looked at John who began mouthing along with Vernon, "I'm cracking skulls."

When Vernon was out the door, John couldn't hold it in anymore, "Fuck you!"

Molly gave John's hand a squeeze.

"Fuck."