The Chola (A Breakfast Club Fanfic)

Another Detention

We were in silence until out of nowhere, John started whistling. I started whistling, then the rest of us were whistling along. It was more fun then we ever had in detention. Then, Dick ruined it by strutting like the Fonz in the library. How come he acts like he's the President of Shermer High School!? John made it fucking hilarious by whistling Beethoven's 5th.

"Alright girls, that's thirty minutes for lunch."

"Here?" Andrew asked.

"Here."

"I think the cafeteria would be a suitable place to have lunch in sir."

"Well, I don't care what you think Andrew!"

John raised his hand.

"Ah Dick...excuse me...Rich. Will milk be available to us?"

"We're extremely thirsty sir," Andrew said.

"I have a very low tolerance for dehydration," Claire said.

"I've seen her dehydrate sir, it's pretty gross."

"Relax, I'll get it."

John got up.

"Ah ah! Grab some wood there bub! You think I was born yesterday. You really think I'm gonna have you roaming these halls?"

Dick looked at Andrew.

"You."

He looked around.

"You."

He pointed at Allison.

"You! What's her name? Wake her up, wake her up. Hey! On your feet Missy, let's go! This is no rest home."

She got up.

"There's a soft drink machine in the teacher's lounge. Let's go!"

"Perteneces a un hogar de reposo, viejo dickbag."

Translation: You belong in a rest home you old dickbag.

"Watch your mouth young lady! I had it from your brother and I dont need it from you!"

"He went to school here? What a surprise!" I said sarcastically.

"Yes he sure did! He was worse than Bender over there. He's what us Americans call a Cholo."

"Don't talk about him like that! He's a good man and a good parent! If it weren't for our parents getting deported. You don't know shit about me or him! Just shut up about it!"

"Detention next Saturday!"

Dick left.