The Breakfast Club Rewrite (COMPLETED)

Chapter 41

"I called you Virgin." Remus said, grinning. "Because that's what you are."

Virgil scoffed. "What, you gonna deny it?" Remus asked, pouncing like a cat on a mouse. "You gonna tell us you've had experience?" He asked mischievously.

"Leave off." Virgil said, rolling his eyes. "I'm not gonna confirm or deny your 'statement' because it's none of your business."

"Well... it kinda is." Remus said. "Cause if you're going to be fucking my brother in my bedroom-"

"Shut up, Re, you're disgusting!" Roman yelled, his cheeks red. He shoved Remus roughly. "Disgusting." He repeated.

Remus laughed, clapping his hands. "Don't tell me you haven't thought about it, Ro."

"Shut up!" Roman squawked. Remus cackled and pointed at Roman.

"He confesses it!"

"I didn't!" Roman snapped.

"Can we not talk about this?" Logan asked quietly.

"No, it's entertainment." Janus said, waving his hand in Logan's direction. His eyes were fixed on Remus' face and how his grin always lit up the whole room.

"No, let's talk about something else." Roman agreed quickly. Remus heaved a shrug.

"Fine." He said, his grin dropping but only for a second. "Who wants to play a game?"

"No." Logan said, looking back at his phone.

"I agree with Lo on this one." Virgil said. "I'm not playing anything with you."

"Promise it'd be fun." Remus said, grinning suggestively.

"If you're going to seduce anyone, your best bet's Janus." Virgil said casually. He picked at his nails. "I'm very, very off-limits."

Remus groaned. "Ugh, you're all so boring." He sighed. Then, his eyes lit up again. "Let's play Give Or Take."

"No." Roman said firmly, his head snapping up. "We're not playing that monstrosity of a game."

"You loved it when we were younger." Remus said.

"When we were younger, you weren't such a damn heathen." Roman said curtly. "Besides, I haven't finished my essay."

"Oh for the love of all things Holy, who gives two shits about that stupid essay?" Janus asked with a sigh.

"I do!" Roman protested.

"How many words do you have left?" Logan asked. Roman shrugged.

"Couple sentences?" He hedged a guess. Logan beckoned him over.

"Give it here. Long as I can see your writing, I'll be able to forge it." He said. Roman stared at him.

"What?"

"Fucking Veronica Sawyer?!" Roman said. Logan rolled his eyes.

"Just don't tell." He said. He swiped Roman's essay and sat down at his desk. "I'm a fast writer, we'll be done pretty soon."

"How?" Roman asked.

"Years of people insisting I do their homework taught me a thing or two about forging and copying." Logan said, tracing the end of his pen over Roman's writing. "Just need to get the feeling of it into my hand and I'll be good."

"You're legendary, is what you are." Roman said admirably. Logan smiled fleetingly, his brow furrowed in concentration. He didn't reply as he started writing. Roman got up quietly and peaked over his shoulder.

Logan's writing was almost identical to Roman's. To an once-over eye, it would be the same.

"You're a wizard." He breathed. A pull on his shirt over-balanced him and he sat down heavily on the desk behind him.

"Don't distract him." Virgil hissed. "Unless you want another detention." Roman nodded a little.

"How does he do that?" He asked. Virgil shrugged.

"Never thought to ask." He admitted. "Never needed it cause I never did shit anyway. But I guess... practice?"

"It's amazing." Roman said. Virgil nodded.

"Yeah." Virgil looked down, fiddling with his sleeve. Eventually, he asked, "Do you really share a room with your brother?"

Roman laughed quietly. "Yeah. Unfortunately."

I'M BACK! And this chapter is... interesting, to say the least.
Bye,
Blaize