The Chola (A Breakfast Club Fanfic)

John Gets More Detentions

Vernon came in.

"Why is that door closed!? Why is that door closed!?"

"How're we supposed to know? We're not supposed to move right?" John said.

Vernon looked at Claire.

"Who closed that door?"

"We're just sitting here like we're supposed to."

Vernon walked to Brian.

"Why?"

"I think a screw fell out of it," John said.

Was he trying to tell on himself? Vernon looked at Allison.

"Who?"

She squeaked and slammed her head down.

"She doesn't talk sir," John said.

"Give me that screw!"

"I don't have it."

"You want me to yank you out of that seat and shake it outta you!?"

"I don't have it. Screws fall out all the time the world's an imperfect place."

"Orale!" I said.

"Maybe you have it Miss. Moreno!"

He walked to me.

"Excuse me sir. Why wouldn't anybody steal a screw?" Claire asked.

"Watch it young lady!"

He turned back to me.

"Give me that screw!"

"I don't have it Mr. Vernon. Honest sir. I don't."

"Stand up!"

I stood up. He searched me. He was dumb enough to not check my bra. He walked to the door to try to fix it. He placed a chair against the open door to try to hold it open. As soon as he let go, it shut in his face.

"Damn it!"

We tried so hard not to laugh. Vernon looked at us.

"Andrew Clarke! Get up here, come on, front and center. Let's go!"

Andrew got up and walked to Vernon.

"Hey, how come Andrew gets to get up? If he gets up, we'll all get up! It'll be anarchy!" John shouted.

"Watch the magazines!" I heard Vernon say to Andrew.

"It's outta my hands."

Andrew and Vernon placed a magazine rack in front the open door. But Andrew was forced to put it back.

"That's very clever sir. But what if there's a fire? Violating danger codes and endangering the lives of children would be unwise at this juncture in your career sir."

Vernon and Andrew started walking back.

"You know the school comes equipped with fire exits at either end of the library," Brian said to John.

"Show dick some respect!"

"Go on! Get back in your seat!" Vernon said.

Andrew sat down.

"I expected a little more from a varsity letterman."

He looked at John.

"You're not fooling anybody Bender. The next screw that falls out is gonna be you."

"Eat my shorts."

"What was that!?"

Vernon walked to John.

"Eat. My. Shorts."

"You just bought yourself another Saturday!"

"I'm crushed."

"You just bought one more right there!"

"Well, I'm free the Saturday after that! And beyond that, I'm gonna have to check my calendar!"

"Good cause it's gonna be filled! We'll keep going. You want another one? Say the word! Just say the word! Instead of going to prison you'll come here! Are you through?"

"No!"

"I'm doing society a favor!"

"So!"

"That's another one right now! I got you for the rest of your natural born life if you don't watch your step! You want another one?"

"Yes!"

"You got it! You got another one right there! That's another one pal!"

"Cut it out cabron!" I said.

I mouthed stop.

"You through?"

"Not even close bud!"

"Good, you got one more right there!"

"You really think I give a shit?"

"Another!"

"You through?"

"How many is that?"

"That's seven including the one when we first came in when you asked Mr. Vernon if Barry Manilow knew that he raided his closet," Brian said.

"Now it's eight! You stay out of it!"

"Excuse me sir it's seven."

"Shut up peewee!"

I was madder than hell! Nobody talks to my best friend like that!

Vernon took a few steps back.

"You're mine Bender, for two months I got you, I got you."

"What can I say, I'm thrilled."

"Oh, I'm sure that's exactly what you want these people to believe. You know something Bender, you oughtta spend a little more time trying to do something with yourself and a little less time trying to impress people. You might be better off. Alright, that's it! I'm gonna be right outside those doors! The next time I have to come in here, I'm crackin skulls!"

Vernon was walking away, as soon as the door slammed shut...

"Fuck you!" John screamed.

"Maldito idiota! La proxima vez que hables con Brian asi, te rompere el craneo!" I screamed.

Translation: You fucking douchebag! Next time you talk to Brian like that, I'll crack your skull!