(Breakfast club fanfiction) The Rebel.

Chapter Six

   "Can't you just leave me alone?" Claire whined. Me, John, and Brian, and Claire were in the back behind the big statue while Andrew and Allison were out getting drinks. Brian sat on the railing of the stairs, John was on the table and I sat in a chair. Claire was leaned up against the statue.
   I grin, fiddling with my hair.
   "You think I could pull of Claire's haircut?" I ask
   I pull my dark locks up close to my face, striking a mocking pose. All the little respect I had for Claire drained into nothing once she opened the trash hole she dared to call a mouth.
   "Nah, you don't look rich enough!" John said, eyeing me like some sort of fashion designer.
   "Just add some beads here, and some silk here..."
   Claire's face was getting extremely red, her hands balled into fist, her lips set into a pout. Like a spoiled brat that wasn't getting what she wanted.
       "... and then real, gold earrings." John finished.
       Claire snapped. "I've got problems too, you know! I get it, I'm well off, that always makes things better, but that doesn't mean I'm some stuck up bitch who doesn't know anything about what it means to be in pain, okay?! Sure, I don't have to struggle to get by, and sure, I fit in, but I'm struggling to stay afloat just like everyone else is!" Claire finished. I tilted my head at her, letting my hair drop back around my shoulders and leaning forward in my seat.
   "Alright," I said, "I'll bite. What type of problems do you have, Claire? Did mommy and daddy take away your allowance?" I questioned, ignoring the glance of annoyance she gave me.
       "No," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "My parents hate each other. My mom grounded me and my dad just told me to blow her off. They use me to have, like, this mini war with each other. I'm forced to pick sides, between my own parents." She finished.
        I stared at her silently for a moment. "Alright," I said. "You're right. That's rough." I leaned back in my chair, trying to ignore John and Brian as they bickered back and forth about virginity or something.
       Claire looked surprised at my response, like she expected me to bash her for complaining. I decided that I could've, but what she said struck a chord with me. Everyone has problems, no matter where they came from, no matter how insignificant they seemed to me.
       After a moment she offered me a smile. "Yeah... it is sometimes. Thanks for listening." She said. I gave her a small smile back before turning my attention to John as he spoke.
       "Oh how sweet!" He said mockingly, clapping his hands together. "The girls getting along, touching base. It truly warms my wittle heart!" He said, batting his eyelashes.
       I rolled my eyes, shoving his shoulder. "Dick." I said with a smile. He gave me one of his award winning smirks. "I mean, I do have one of those." He said smugly.
       Claire rolled her eyes and made a gagging motion. "Ugh, get a room already." She said. My cheeks colored.
       "Oh, shut up, would you?" I said with a glare. John let out a heavy sigh, shrugging his shoulders and looking at me innocently, batting his eyelashes.
"Only if you'd take me, unless, of course, you'd rather pop Brian's cherry?" He questioned, giving a mock pout.
Surprise flittered across Brian's face. "Hey!" He protested, "I am not a virgin." He said, crossing his arms over his chest. I might've just believed him if it wasn't for the sudden rush of red across his cheeks.
I laughed, shaking my head in disbelief. "You're a virgin?" I question, staring at the boy wide eyed. If his face could get any redder then it did. I mean, I didn't want to judge him or anything but, really? We were Juniors in high school. More than half of our grade had already lost it...
"I think it's perfectly okay for a guy to be a virgin." Claire said, coming to his aid. John looked surprised. "You do?" He asked.
Claire hesitated before nodding her head. I shrugged my shoulders, leaning my head on my hand. "It's a little strange but that's alright, you're not in a rush is all." I said. Brian didn't say anything but he smiled, leaning his chin on his knees.
"What about you, Brooke?" John questioned. He looked genuinely curious and only a tad bit mischievous. "When did your cherry go pop?"
I glared at him. "I'm not one to kiss and tell." I said, smirking when I saw his face drop in disappointment. As quickly as it was there it was gone, and it was almost like I could see the gears turning in his head.
"Unless it hasn't gone pop yet." He said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes in annoyance. "It's gone pop." I said. John shrugged.
"Maybe it has," He said. "But we could never know for sure." He finished. I gave him my sweetest smile, leaning forward and batting my eyelashes at him. "You'll never be in bed with me so I guess you'll never know for sure." I said before leaning back with a smirk as he stared at me, stunned silent. After Claire and Brian had stopped laughing he spoke.
"We'll see about that." He said.
I grinned, shrugging my shoulders. "Maybe we will." And, God, I hoped we did.

A.N.: I started this two years ago, I promise you my writing skills are a lot better now. When I'm done with this story I'll go through a revise the chapters.