A/N: I was watching The Breakfast Club for the millionth and started having ideas. BenderXOC, of course. I really shouldn't be doing this when I have so many other stories on the go but oh well, let's see how this goes, or see if people actually want me to keep this going. In this story the characters are in 11th grade. I think that's where they are at in the film. If not, correct me.

Rather M for safety in later chapters. Also for Language.

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to The Breakfast Club or the characters. But the OC's are all mine.

Edit* I've gone back and edited this chapter, mainly because I gave it a re-read and was not happy with what I wrote.

Bender lay in bed, staring at the alarm clock on his bedside table as four past six blinked in bright neon letters. His stomach was twisted into a knot and no matter how much he tried he couldn't will himself back to sleep. He fingered the diamond earring in his ear, wondering if today would be any different. If that Monday he would walk into school and Claire would actually approach him, talk to him, kiss him…maybe?

But his mind kept wandering back to what she said. That she would never be friends with the outcasts, Brian, Allison…John…friends with high society? It would never work. Of course, at the time, even though he had hated her for saying it he had secretly agreed with her, although he would never had said it out loud. A small part of him wished it wasn't true.

Finally he forced himself up, showered, dressed, ignored the yells from his dad as he left the house and started the long walk to school. For once he was actually going to be on time.

"Bender! Hey Bender!"

As soon as he walked through the school doors there stood Brian with his group of friend in toe, even though they all looked like they were in fear for their friend's life. Brian was actually keeping his word, the least Bender could do was reciprocate.

"Morning Johnson." Bender replied in a bored tone. "Johnson's dwebs."

Brian chose to ignore the dwebs comment. "I wasn't expecting to see you here today."

"Yeah, well." He shrugged, eyes wandering up and down the halls. He reckoned he could catch Claire before class, have a quiet word, that was until he saw her walking up the hallway with her tweezed and feathered to perfection friends. Even so, he's suddenly standing straighter, ignoring whatever Brian is jabbering on about.

Claire was mid laugh when she notices him, her eyes darting back between Bender and Brian before she snaps her head back to her blonde friend, the whole group walk past them like they would with anything they believe to be of lower standing, like they didn't exit. But Brian can't keep his mouth shut.

"Claire! Hey!"

All the girls turn, all with horrified looks on their faces, but Claire looks like she could die then and then. It's the perky brunette who speaks first.

"Aww Claire, you didn't tell us you got a new boyfriend." The three girls with Claire burst into shrill laughs, and the perky brunette looks to Claire for approval. Claire smiles, but shoots Brian and Bender a sad look as her and her friends carry on down the hall. It's one of them asking Claire who on earth that loser was that makes Bender feel slightly sorry for him. He can see the disappointment in Brian's face as the poor guy realises every word Claire had told them was true.

"She told you Johnson. She told you exactly what she would do today. Don't feel shitty about it."

"Yeah. I guess. Thanks."

Bender knew he wasn't going to get a minute alone with Claire, although in that moment he wanted to pull her aside and tell her how much of a bitch he was for going along with it. He was going to have to save that for later. "Don't suppose you've seen Klepto around her?"

"Oh, Allison? She's by her locker down there. I need to get to home room anyway. I'll see you later Bender."

With a nod Bender started to head down the hall, already spotting Allison a mile off. She's attempting to shove that giant coat of hers into her tiny locker, and she's back to her 'I've just been pulled through a bush' look. He treads carefully behind her, remaining quiet, before suddenly slamming his fist on the locker next to hers, causing the poor girl to jump in fright, and several of the other people in the hallway to give him irritated glares. He can't help but be pleased.

"I want my padlock back, and, I want my knife you little thief."

Allison blew the hair from her face and he sees the black shit she always wears around her eyes has lessened significantly. She glares at him before rummaging round her bag, first pulling out the padlock and placing it in his hand, then bringing out the knife.

He shoved the items into his pants pocket as he watches her attempting to close her bulging locker. After watching in amusement for a moment he pushes against it, forcing it to close properly. "You spoke to Sporto?"

Allison nodded as she bent down and shoved the books she had littered on the floor around her feet into her bag. "Before School. He said he wanted to go out Saturday."

"You gonna leave me all on my lonesome in detention then?"

The bell rang and Allison finally stood back up, brushing the hair from her face. "Did you speak to Claire?"

Bender scowled, but gave a curt nod as he leaned against the locker. "Apparently Cherry has better things to do than be seen with a burnout."

She gave him a sorry look but quickly changed the subject. "Brian's having lunch with me, if you want to join."

Bender rolled his eyes. "Jock Strap not eating with you? Doesn't want to be seen with you in school?"

"He has a meet." Allison shrugged slightly as she pulled the heavy bag on to her shoulder. "I don't know about Claire, John. But Brian and I won't ignore you. Neither will Andrew." With that she finally turns to go to her homeroom leaving Bender alone in the now empty hallway.

"Mr Bender, gracing us with your presence today?"

He's late for his first class, English. Mainly because he skipped homeroom so he could go outside and have a smoke instead. "Well, I should once in a while."

The ageing teacher, Mr Barrington, with this rotund belly and grey hair shakes his head as he turns back to board and continues to write. He's knows sending John to detention will do more harm than good.

Bender slumped down in his seat at the back and crossed his feet on the table. At least he could get an hours shut eyes before having to go to metal shop. It's too cold to sleep under the bleachers outside in March, he'd probably get frostbite.

"Today, you will work in pairs; you will choose one of the topics off the board and will discuss how it is presented in To Kill a Mockingbird. You will write a three minute speech on the topic which one of you, or both, can present next lesson. Miss Hunter, because your desk partners off sick you'll have to go it alone I'm afraid."

Bender opened one eye and looked at the girl in front of him, but all he could see was her long brown hair tied up into a ponytail. His arm immediately shot up.

Barrington sighed. "Bender."

"And why can't she work with me, sir? I have no partner either."

The teacher's greys eyes stared down Bender for a moment before they flickered over to the girl. "Miss Hunter, you can work alone…or with…Mr Bender. Your choice."

All the classes' eyes seemed to be on her as she turned back and Bender finally gets to see her face. He recognizes her, he's seen her around school, he knows straight away she's not of the popular crowd. She wouldn't stand out in her dark grey jacket and tweed skirt, at least not to them. Her dark eyes shift over him, and he sees her swallow hard. He's actually a little surprised when she gets up from her seat and grabs her things. But she just stands there, staring down at him for a moment until he pulls his feet from the desk and she finally takes a seat.

"What topic should we do?" She asks quietly, flipping open her notebook.

Bender stares at the blackboard, reading the topics over and over, but he just doesn't care, he doesn't have the energy to care.

"Have you even read it?" She continues.

Bender looks over at her, studying her dark eyes, soft lips, he finally forces a smug little smile. "Nope."

"If you don't care about the work why did you ask to partner with me?"

He leans closer, his face so close to hers he can feel her breath against his skin. "Maybe I just wanted to get a bit closer to you."

"You're vile." She sighs, turning her attention back to board.

"If I'm so vile why did you sit next to me?"

"Because I don't want to speak in front of the class." She replies matter-of-factly as she starts to write. "I'll write it and you can read it out. I guess I can do the growing up thing, that shouldn't be too hard. "

"I'm not reading it out." He states as he picks up the book and starts flicking through the pages.

"If I do all the work you can at least read it out."

"Well maybe, I just won't come in next lesson."

She glares at him for a moment before looking back to her work. "Do what you want."

She starts scribbling stuff down as Bender eyes drift around the classroom. Everyone is in their pairs, chatting away, some of them laughing; he looks down at the girl next to him and thinks about not being a dick for a minute, did having those complete strangers spill their souls out to him teach him nothing?

He opens his mouth to say something, ask her name, ask if there is something he could do, but he just shuts it and lets out a small huff instead. She probably thought he was just another burnout just like everyone else did; she was probably just sitting next to him because she was put on the spot and felt intimidated. He was good at that.

He starts reading random pages of the book but has no idea what's going on. It makes him feel stupid, and kind of angry, he suddenly wants to lug the book across the room and storm out.

Bender doesn't notice her looking at him, or that fact she notices the angry scowl on his face. "Just start from the beginning." She said quietly. "Nothing makes sense if you start in the middle."

He glances at her before flicking to the front of the book. "You got a first name, Hunter?"

"Janis. And you're John."

"How'd you know that?"

"You are kind of infamous. And we've been in the same class for three years."

He rolls his eyes and goes back to reading, eyes glancing at her occasionally.

At lunchtime Bender sits at his usual spot under the bleachers, smoking the last of his weed. It's cold which means it's quiet, everyone's in the cafeteria and his friends have decided to skip school today while he made the stupid mistake of coming in, thinking things might be actually be a bit different. He flicks the page of the book. Chapter three. It's not so bad actually, considering it's one the school is forcing them to read. At the sound of hurried footsteps walking across the empty field he snaps it shut and shoves the book into the inside of his coat.

He's staring at the ground, the smoke causing his lungs to tingle as he breathes it in heavily, when he sees her stupid brown boots come into view. Looking up he clicks his neck and shakes the hair from his eyes. "Shouldn't you be giggling in the cafeteria?"

Claire pouts slightly, and looks around, as if any moment she's expecting the school royalty to pop up and see her with one of the burnouts.

"I'm sorry, it's just…if they knew what happened Saturday, if they knew us lot were…uh…friends."

"Friends?" Bender spat out. "I'm not your friend, Cherry. And apparently you're not Brian's either."

"Yeah I know. But, come on John, you get why, right?"

"When he said hi to me I said hi back." He snapped at her.

"Yeah well you're friends weren't there were they!"

"My friends wouldn't give a shit." He mumbled, taking another long drag. He didn't know if what he said was true, but he hoped it would've been.

She sighed and tightened the hold she had on her books, eyes glancing round yet again. "Well, my dad wasn't happy." She said with a small smile. "The whole car ride home he was lecturing me about you."

"Well that's what you wanted." He said with a sniff and stubbed out the joint on the chair he was sitting on. "Piss off daddy."

Secretly, he knew this was coming. He had spent all Sunday thinking about. There was no way a girl like her would have any interest in him, except for pissing off her parents. Claire had waited until her dad's car pulled up, to give him the earring, to kiss him properly; it was all just a fucking game to her.

"Bender."

He stood up and shrugged. "Well it worked, so I suppose you'll be wanting this back." He starts to loosen the earring from his ear but she's already telling him no. "You can keep it." She says earnestly. He can't help but sneer, of course he could, and daddy would probably get her a replacement.

"I don't want it. We pissed off your dad. We did what you wanted. Told you I would be outstanding."

He places the stud into her hand and starts to walk off towards the school.

"We were doomed from the start Bender!" He hears her call after him. All he can think is fuck you too.

He sits opposite Allison in the cafeteria who gives out a small squeak when he thumps down in front of her. They stare at each other absently for a moment before she pushes the other half of her sandwich towards him. He grudgingly accepts.

"Did you see Claire?"

He takes a large bite out the sandwich, wincing at the sugar overload in his mouth. He's actually glad when Brian takes a seat with them and shoots them both a smile before pulling his all food groups included lunch out, it means that he doesn't have to answer Allison's question.

Bender gazes around as he takes another bite out of the Pixie stix sandwich, feeling actual pain in his teeth as he chews. He notices the few stares the three of them are getting from the students surrounding their table, a quick scowl soon sends them back to eating their own lunches and less of staring at them like they're freaks at a side show.

"How the fuck do you eat this shit every day? I can practically feel cavities forming."

Allison smiles as she empties the last of her pixie stix into her mouth, flinging the empty tube over her shoulder.

"Do you have my book?"

He almost chokes on the sugary buttery lump in his mouth when he heard Janis's voice. "What?" He asks, mouth still full of food, careful to make sure she sees the contents and is quite pleased with himself when he sees Janis pull a disgusted face.

"My mockingbird book. You were reading it in lit then as soon as the bell went you ran out and now I can't find it."

"Are you accusing me of stealing?" He remark, making sure he came off as insulted.

"No. You were getting into it so I thought you might have borrowed it to read. I don't care if you have it; I just want to know when –"

"I don't have your stupid book Hunter, move on."

Bender suddenly noticed Alice eating very quickly, eyes flickering back and forth between the two of them. Brian was gently sipping on his soup.

"Ok, fine. I was just asking." She sighs and brushes her fringe from her eyes. "You're going to be here Wednesday, right?"

He looked at her blankly.

"English. You need to read the presentation thing."

He sucks in air through his teeth. "Wednesday's not such a good day for me."

As soon as she rolls her eyes he can tell that's she's giving up. "Whatever. Bye Allison."

Allison half attempted a goodbye but her mouth was too full to properly respond. Bender watches Janis and waits until she's sat at her table until he raises a finger to Allison. "How do you know her?"

"Art." She quickly mumbled after she swallowed. "She's really nice."

"She also does photos for the year book. She's taking the physic ones next week. " It was now Brian's turned to get stared blankly at. "Did you take her book?" He adds on quickly before taking a bite out of his sandwich.

Bender looked over to Janis's table, making sure she wasn't looking before he opened his coat and showed them the book in the inside pocket.

Allison pulls a face. "You stole it?"

"You're one to talk, Klepto." It occurred to him that as soon as he said that she might be hurt, luckily she smiled and went back to eating her sandwich. "I'll give it back, eventually."

A/N:Review and let me think if you think I'm onto something here. I hope so. Also just tell me if I got anything wrong. I'm British so I'm not entirely sure how the american school thing works.