The Breakfast Club ○ GMW AU

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Six tables. Two rows of three. The library had already been set up for the detention group.

Riley walked in with a small huff, sitting down at the front table silently, crossing her arms in utter disgust. She blew on her white nails as she looked at them, noting her fresh manicure and mindlessly wondering what color she would get done next week during her weekly salon visit. 

Farkle set his backpack down on a table behind Riley as he walked into the library. He pulled one of the chairs out from the table and sat down silently. Normally, the library would be one of his favorite places. But not today. Not today.

Zay ran a hand through his choppy hair as he walked into the room. He looked at Riley at the front table as he walked over, pointing to the chair next to her. The brunette shrugged, which the jock took as a sign of allowing him to sit, which he did so. There was rustling from the front entrance as he did so.

Lucas strolled in, simultaneously touching everything on the checkout desk as he did so. He even slipped a notepad off the counter, just for the small high of it. As he walked towards the tables, the dirty blonde boy pulled his sunglasses onto the top of his head.

The genius boy gulped when the rebel approached his table. With the click of his tongue and the gesture of his arm in a 'get outta here' motion, the boy jumped up from his seat. His quickly grabbed his backpack, as if surrendering, before he walked a couple feet to the table directly across the lane and claimed a seat there, though the table was empty.

Lucas remained deadly silent as he sat down in a chair, taking off his sunglasses from his head in the process. He pulled the one Farkle had previously sat in up to his feet, letting them rest upon it.

As he leaned back in his chair, Maya walked into the library slowly, her pace holding eerily within her frigid movements. She moved passed the popular and jock's table, passed the rebel's table, and around the first of the two back tables. She ran her frail finger over the first table, before she sat down at the second back table, behind the genius. She let her black bag slump next to her as she slipped into the chair.

Riley and Zay both looked over at the weird blonde as she sat. Farkle even leaned his elbow against the head of his chair as he turned to glance at her. Zay turned back to Riley before he snickered, causing Riley to let a small, silent laugh out.

Farkle sighed, turning back in his seat and as he furrowed his brow and tapped his pen against the tabletop. He looked up when a final person entered the library. Principal Yancy. He had a handful of blank lined papers in his left hand, setting them down on the front table as he stood in the middle of the front of the room. He looked at them, his overall aura made the genius boy question how he had even been a teacher, let alone principal, with his clear disdain for the teens and utter disrespect.

"Well, well, well. Here we are." Yancy crossed his arms as Lucas didn't even look at him, fooling around with his red scarf. "I wanted to congratulate you all for being on time." He looked to his watch. "Barely," he added flatly.

Riley bit her lip gently, raising her hand, "Excuse me, um, sir?" she spoke in a soft tone, hoping to seem as innocent as she looked, "I think there's been a mistake. I mean, I know it's detention but... um... I don't think I belong in here." she explained to him, thinking she sounded reasonable enough.

Yancy looked at the bubblegum queen, not even addressing her statement. He looked down to his watch again, to which the brunette had made him look up from, "It is currently seven-o-six. You have precisely eight hours and fifty-four minutes to think about why you are here. To ponder the error of your ways." He seemed to speak with utter disgust.

Lucas, who hadn't even been listening, spit into the air a glob of saliva from his lips, catching it back in his mouth and swallowing it. Riley had turned around momentarily, seeing this action of his and fighting her urge to barf then and there. Yancy had continued to drone on.

"You may not talk. You may not move, not an inch from these seats." Yancy said as he walked down the middle aisle, looking at Farkle, who had halted tapping his pen for fear the principal would wring his neck, then to the dirty blonde boy. "And you," he said with hatred laced in his voice as he pulled the seat that held Lucas's feet up from under them, "You will not sleep." He walked back to the front of the room, grabbing the blank pages.

 "Alright people, we're going to try something a little different today. You are going to write an essay, no less than a thousand words at that, telling me who you think you are." he said as he handed out the papers before going back to the front to hand each of the almost-half dozen students a pencil.

"Is this a test?" Lucas groaned, rolling his eyes, to which he was ignored.

"Now, when I say essay, I mean essay," Yancy said as Lucas put his feet on the table, "I do not mean a single word repeated a thousand times." His eyes finally landed on the boy as he brought over the box of pencils. "Is that clear, Mr. Friar?" The cowboy glanced at Farkle, before looking back to the principal.

"Crystal," the teen spoke with the same annoyance the principal had for him.

"Good, well then, maybe you'll learn a little something about yourself. Maybe you'll ever decide whether or not you care to return."

Farkle raised his hand this time, standing as he spoke. He had nervous beads of sweat running down his forehead. "Um, you know I can answer that right now, sir," he quickly said. No, of course he didn't want to be back in detention on a Saturday any time soon. "That'd be a hard 'no'. A no, for me, sir, cause-"

"Sit down, Minkus," the principal flatly cut the boy off.

Farkle paused his sentence, before sitting down, before speaking hurriedly again, "Thank you, Sir."

Yancy fought off an eye roll, deeming it would be unprofessional, before he pointed to the door. "My office is right across the hall. Any monkey business is ill-advised. Any questions?" Most shook their heads subtly as Yancy turned to leave, one cocky voice spoke up.

"Yeah, I got a question." Lucas said as the principal turned to look at the boy, an unamused look on his face, "Does Barry Manilow know you raid his wardrobe?"

Zay held in a chuckle as the principal shook his head. "And I will give you the answer to that question, Mr. Friar, next Saturday. Don't mess with the bull, young man, you'll get the horns," he told the criminal, then left with the extra pencils and papers in his hands.

Lucas rolled his eyes. "I've already gotten the bull, dumbass," he muttered, shaking his head. "That man is a butt wipe."

Farkle glanced at the door as if checking to see if Yancy would come back, before smiling at the Texan, as if to say he was laughing internally.