The Breakfast Club - Monday Morning

Chapter 13

Mike Arlington made her feel nothing.

Worse than nothing, actually. He made her ache inside, an empty feeling that reminded her why she'd never been interested in the boys she'd dated before, why it'd been so easy to lead them on then walk away. Her body screamed in frustration that she'd missed out on a night with John for someone like Mike. And, frankly, he grossed her out a little.

She'd felt a glimmer of hope when she cornered him in their 5th hour English class, shamelessly flirting with him and acting like there was no other boy in the world. He took the bait and before they left class, asked if she'd go to prom with him. She blushed and said yes, acting surprised that he'd thought of her. "Maybe we'll get to be King and Queen together," she gushed. He laughed and told her he hoped so, but that he was more looking forward to getting to know her. His eyes raked over her body as he said it and Claire assumed that meant he was up for more than just kissing.

So she suggested they go out that very night.

She had to fight down self-loathing at every turn just to think about it, but her conversation with Diana and Sheila had made her wonder...what if the way John made her feel had nothing to do with him at all? What if it wasn't John that turned her into a sex-starved crazy girl, he'd just been the first boy to tap into it? The possibility of being Prom Queen and having the most popular boy in school as her boyfriend was just...well, too tempting to pass up. She'd been seeing John for a month, and had enjoyed two weeks of fabulous, mind-bending sex with him. She even had to admit that she liked being with him even without the sex. He definitely seemed to understand her, and they had fun. But really. How could she know if all that was typical or not? What if having a sexual relationship with a guy just...changed things?

What if she could have all that with Mike?

Certainly Mike Arlington knew a thing or two about where to touch a girl.

She hadn't counted on him slobbering when he kissed her with soft, mushy lips. The way he mashed against her and tried to stick his tongue in odd places made her wonder if he'd practiced on his dog, because she couldn't imagine any girl being turned on by that.

When he dropped her off at her house and showed absolutely zero interest in moving past that one flabby kiss, she didn't protest. She'd planned on throwing herself at him to see what he could make her feel, had just assumed that part would be easy. She could barely keep herself from attacking John whenever they were alone, after all. It just didn't seem right that she felt so much passion over a boy she wasn't meant to be with. She was destined for boys like Mike. Boys like Mike were her future. Boys like John weren't even supposed to be on her radar. John was just...not in her league.

In the end, however, at a very early nine o'clock on a Friday night, she found herself sitting in the passenger seat of Mike's car in front of her house. Before he even shifted the car into park she found herself eyeing her bedroom window, her mind wandering back to two weekends ago, when John spent the night with her. She almost forgot Mike was in the car with her, she was so busy wondering if her parents were home so she could plant the idea in their heads to go out of town for the weekend sometime soon. She wanted to have John in her bed for an entire night again.

"Claire?"

"Hmmm?" She mumbled, dragging her eyes from the window. Mike had a pimple just below his nose. Gross.

"I had a good time tonight."

She pushed her face into a plastic smile. "I had a good time, too! Thanks for taking me out." God, she wasn't going to have to kiss him again, was she?