This is my version of Claire's first meeting with Bender outside of detention. I'm planning on keeping it as a one-shot, but it depends on what you guys think.
Rated T For: Language, Innuendo, A brief drug reference
DISCLAIMER: I don't own "The Breakfast Club" or the associated characters. I'm borrowing them.
"Bye, Dad," Claire said coldly, putting her hand on the door handle. She resisted the urge to groan when she heard the warning bell ring inside the school. She knew that she didn't have a chance of making it to class on time. Not when her locker was almost all the way on the other end of the school from the front entrance. Thanks a lot, Dad, She thought bitterly. Sure, she didn't like it when her parents got into a heated argument, but when it made her late for school, then things had gone too far. They really didn't give a shit about her. Just their own problems.
As soon as she thought that, she heard Andrew's sarcastic voice in her head. You're breaking my heart. Claire snorted. Andrew. Always the charmer.
Almost immediately, she felt a wave of guilt wash over her. When she looked at her dad, compared to his pushy bastard of a father…
"Bye, honey. I'll see you tonight, okay?" Her dad responded, oblivious as ever. Claire just nodded curtly before throwing the door open and making her way towards the entrance of the school just as the final bell rang.
Claire cursed under her breath, picking up the pace.
Once inside, she saw only a few students milling around either talking to friends or standing at their lockers, getting their stuff ready to get to class.
Claire started walking in the direction of her locker, smiling at a few of the people that she knew from her various classes and clubs. She nodded at some of them greeted her as if they were best friends, while she had no idea who they were. She assumed that they knew who she was, admired her too, because of her reputation. She fought back a smile at the thought, but it slid away when she heard Brian, as though he was standing right next to her. You're so conceited. You're so full of yourself, Claire. Why are you like that?
She swallowed hard, pushing those thoughts away. She wasn't conceited; just honest. It was the truth that people admired her. Anyone with eyes could see that.
As Claire made her way through the now almost entirely deserted hallways, she heard a rough voice just around the corner say, "What's with the earring?"
She continued walking, hoisting her backpack back up as it started to slide down her shoulder. She froze and nearly dropped the damn thing when she heard a much more familiar voice.
"What the hell's that supposed to mean?" After spending almost nine hours in detention hearing it, she'd recognize that voice anywhere. John Bender.
"It's a chick earring," The other voice responded. Slowly, Claire made her way around the corner as Bender and his friend were both silent. When they came into view she realized why Bender hadn't responded. He was too busy flipping the guy off. The other guy continued, "Look man, it's sparkly and everything. Chick. Earring."
Seeing Bender, she resisted the urge to snicker. He was, literally, wearing a "chick earring". It was hers.
"Mike?" Bender began, not noticing Claire standing twenty feet away.
"What?" His friend asked, grinning like he knew what was coming.
Mike chuckled loudly, clapping a hand on Bender's back. "Right back at you."
Claire almost laughed at how Bender acted with his friends, compared to how she acted with her own. But, there was a small part of her kind of wished that they did act more like that. Though she'd never mention it, there was this closeness between Bender and Mike that she didn't really have with her own best friends. Bender probably didn't have to worry about getting stabbed in the back like she did.
Again, she suddenly heard a voice in her head. This time it was Allison's. HA!
Claire felt a little bit sick to her stomach. At least she had friends, potential backstabbers or not. Allison didn't have anyone.
Claire swallowed. When that didn't help, she took a deep breath and exhaled. Her head was kind of messed up today. She just needed to relax and stop thinking about stuff like that and she'd be good to go. That was probably easier said than done, though.
Claire realized, a bit too late, that her breathing hadn't necessarily been quiet. And in a deserted hallway, well, two guys standing twenty feet away would probably hear her. Of course they would.
Bender turned sideways and his gaze locked on Claire. Like an idiot, she just stared at him, having no idea if she should take off running or walk right up to him and start talking. As she looked at Bender, it was almost unsettling. Back in detention, she'd felt like she could have known him her entire life. But now…it felt like there was a wall built up, one that made him some sort of stranger to her.
She gave him a half smirk/half smile, trying to look like this wasn't awkward for her. He didn't seem to be bothered at all. If you saw him, you wouldn't have a clue that they'd poured their hearts out in detention just a few days ago.
While Claire was internally freaking out, Bender just nodded coolly in response, making her want to walk up and kick him. Why couldn't she do that whole indifference thing? It would've been pretty damn useful right then.
Noticing that his friend's attention was elsewhere, Mike turned and saw her. He looked her up and down, causing Claire to blush, before indicating her and saying, "See, that earring's the kind of shit that a chick like that would wear." Grinning, he turned back to face his friend. "I might be wrong, but from what I can see, you're not a girl. And you're definitely not like that."
Claire scowled, not liking the way he talked about her like she wasn't standing right there. She wasn't so sure she appreciated his tone very much, either.
She coughed to hide her annoyance, thinking of a few choice words for this Mike guy. She tried to stifle a giggle as she realized that these were the same choice words she'd had for John Bender when she'd first met him.
After a few more seconds of silence, Mike asked, "So, babe…are you lost?"
Claire glowered over at him, knowing that he was making fun of her. She briefly considered spinning around and walking away. This guy was already enough of a jerk for her to see that he wasn't worth talking to.
Bender's voice echoed inside of her head. You don't know any of my friends. You don't look at any of my friends. And you certainly wouldn't condescend to speak to any of my friends.
"No," She answered hotly, wondering if Bender was thinking along the same lines that she was.
"What, you looking for some fun then? Planning on being some kind of rebel? Cut class?" Mike's eyes were shining as he started walking towards her. "You know, you could be kind of cute if it weren't for all the…pink." He said, waving his hand at her clothes. She was wearing a lot of pink. "Of course, if we could get rid of all of it, it wouldn't be much of a problem."
Mike started laughing again. Not oblivious to what he was implying, Claire stepped forward a little bit. She looked past him to see Bender just standing their, looking pissed off. Wow, thanks for the help, Claire thought. When it became pretty clear that he wasn't going to do anything, she muttered, "Asshole." Claire wasn't really sure who she was addressing. It applied to both of them equally.
Bender walked forward and right past her. He said, "C'mon. Let's get out of here. We still got to grab the stuff from my locker." He really was an idiot. How much dope was he stupid enough to keep in his locker? He was just asking to get expelled. Probably knew it, too.
Mike the Asshole winked at her and sauntered away like the cocky jerk that he was.
"Hey," She called sarcastically, causing them both to turn around. She looked right at Bender. "Nice earring."
Please review if you've got a second! This is my first Breakfast Club and 3rd person fanfic, so I'd love to hear how I did. ^_^