The Chola (A Breakfast Club Fanfic)

Lunch Part Two

I walked back to the library.

"What took you so long?" John asked.

"I warmed my food up, I told you before I left. Oh! And I had a little talk with Mr. Vernon."

"You didn't get more detentions did you?" Brian asked.

"Nope, we actually had a pleasant conversation about food."

"You mean you actually talked to Dick without him yelling or giving more detentions?" John asked.

"I didn't talk to Principal Vernon, I talked to Richard Vernon."

Claire smiled at me as she took out her lunch.

"What's in there?"John asked Claire.

"Guess. Where's your lunch?"

"You're wearing it."

"You're nauseating."

Claire got opened her lunch, sushi.

"What's that?"

"Sushi."

"Sushi?"

John was disgusted.

"Yeah, sushi. Rice, raw fish, and seaweed."

"You wont accept a guy's tongue in your mouth and you're gonna eat that?"

I almost choked on my soda.

"Ay yi yi yi yi, Bender, not while we're eating!"

"Yeah, what Maria said. Can I eat?"

"I don't know. Give it a try."

Then, Andrew got out a bag with three or four sandwiches, a large bag of chips, and a bag of cookies. We all looked at him.

"What's your problem?"

"You could feed an entire homeless shelter with that!" I said smiling.

Me, John, Claire, and Brian giggled.

We heard crunching coming from the back. It was Allison. She was eating a Captain Crunch sandwich. She winked. John sat by Brian and grabbed his bag of lunch.

"What're we having?"

"It's your standard regular lunch I guess."

John got a thermos out of the bag.

"Milk?"

"Soup."

John was digging for something else in the bag. Brian was about to reach for the bag but John slapped his hand away. John got a carton out.

"It's apple juice."

"I can read. PB and J with the crust cut off. Well Brian, this is a very nutritious lunch. All the food groups are represented. Did your mom marry Mr. Rogers?" John said with sarcasm.

"Oh no, Mr. Johnson."

"Ah! Here's my impression of life at Big Bri's house."

John got up and walked to the back table pretending it's a stage.

"Son?'

'Yeah Dad?' 

'How's your day pal?'

'Great Dad! How's yours?'

'Super! Say son, how'd you like to go fishing this weekend?'

'Great Dad, but I got homework to do.'

'That's alright son, you can do it on the boat!'

'Gee!'

'Dear, isn't our son swell?' asking who's supposed to be Brian's mother.

'Yes dear. Isn't life swell."

John pretended to be Brian, kissing both parents but punching the parent that's probably his mother.

"Ok, what about your family?" Andrew asked.

"Mine? That's real easy."

John went back to his stage.

"Stupid, worthless, no good, goddamn, freeloading son of a bitch, retarded, big mouthed, no it all, asshole, jerk!'

'You forgot ugly, lazy and disrespectful-"

He made it look like his dad slapped his mom.

'Shut up bitch! Go fix me a turkey pot pie!'

'What about you Dad?'

'Fuck you.'

'No Dad, what about you?'

'Fuck you!'

'No Dad! What about you!'

'Fuck you!"

He made it look like his dad hit him. I was really shocked, I didn't expect that.

"Is this for real?" Brian asked.

"What? You wanna come over sometime?"

"That's bullshit. It's all part of your image. I don't believe a word of it," Andrew said.

"You don't believe me?"

"No."

"No?"

"Did I stutter?"

I could see genuine hurt in that boy. He walked to him, lifted his sleeve up revealing a burn scar.

"You believe this, huh? Looks about the size of a cigar. Do I stutter? See, this what you get in my house when you spill paint in the garage. I don't think I need to be sitting with you fucking dildos anymore."

John walked to the back of the library. Paced for a second, then threw papers off a table as he screamed in anger. He jumped on the table which led to the middle of the staircase. He squat down and calmed down.

"You shouldn't have said that," Claire said to Andrew.

"How would I know? He lies about everything anyway."

I ran to Andrew with my bag and started beating the crap out of him. Claire and Brian ran by me to grab me and calm me down.

"Maria, don't do this!" Claire said.

They let me go. I was crying.

"You think someone would really lie about this!? Really!? Really cabron!?"

I breathed in and out to calm myself down.

"Los ninos no deberian ser abofeteados por sus padres. Estoy consolando al pobre nino."

Translation: Children shouldn't be slapped around by their parents. I'm comforting the poor kid.

I slowly walked up the stairs.