The Breakfast Club Rewrite (COMPLETED)

Chapter 18

"Oh, yeah?" Remus asked, leaning even closer. "And why are Winstons so important?"

Remus could just feel Janus' breath ghosting over his face as Janus spoke. "Because you're a Winston."

Virgil sighed audibly. "Jesus Christ, if you two are going to kiss, do it somewhere where it won't offend my eyes." He said, pulling on his hoodie strings. Both Remus and Janus glared at him.

Janus sat up. "We weren't actually going to kiss." He said. Virgil rolled his eyes.

"Sure. Then why were you this close?" He asked.

"Your fingers are touching." Remus pointed out.

"Exactly!" Virgil exclaimed, flipping them off. "Not to mention you're both blushing like anything." He muttered, rolling his eyes.

"I'm not blushing!" Janus protested.

His protest was cut across by Remus. "Well, what about you?" He asked. "Staring at Ro half the time you were day-dreaming. What were you doing? Undressing him with your eyes?"

"What? Ew!" Virgil crossed his arms protectively. "No." He said with a lot less conviction.

"Ha! He confesses!" Remus declared, pointing at Virgil.

"I was not doing anything." Virgil said. "I just zoned out, that's all. Doesn't matter who or what I stare at, I don't see them."

Not entirely true but anyway.

"If you're going to pester Virgil," Logan said, coming to Virgil's rescue, "at least pester him about something with substance. Like his ridiculously huge hoodies."

"Yeah, what's that about, Virgil?" Janus asked, a playful tone in the back of his voice.

So much for Logan coming to his rescue. "Fuck you, Lo." Virgil said with an eye roll.

"I think his partner's already got that covered." Remus said, grinning. Logan glared at him, his face flushing.

"Could you all please shut up?" Roman asked. "I'm trying to write here."

"You must be nearly finished." Virgil said. "It's nearly been an hour."

"Yeah, and I've only got half the amount of words I need." Roman said, leaning back in his chair. "Writing is hard." He whined.

Virgil covered his mouth to muffle his giggles. "D'you need help, Princey?" He asked.

Roman looked at the floor and nodded. Virgil laughed and rolled his eyes.

"Fine." Virgil jumped off his desk and sat down next to Roman. "Okay, so what've you gotten so far?"

"I mostly just pulled a load of bullshit answers out of the air to why I deserve to be here." Roman said. "You know, to get that over with first. And then I made them as wordy as possible to fill up space."

"Okay, good. You've done the most difficult bit, I'd gage." Virgil said, skimming over Roman's writing. "So, you're here cause of Mr Bitchard, aren't you?"

Roman nodded.

"Okay, should be simple enough." Virgil said. "What'd you say to him to land you in detention? Just, like, compile a list of all the stuff you said and did and be like 'this is what got me in detention', you know?"

Roman nodded again, a small grin on his face. "Yeah, that could work. Thanks, Virgil." He grinned properly now and some of Virgil's words seemed to get stuck in his throat.

"No problem." Virgil said quietly. He doubted Roman even heard him.

Gonna act like this was planned and not me worrying you weren't getting enough Prinxiety.
Bye,
Blaize