The Chola (A Breakfast Club Fanfic)

Group Therapy Part One

We were all gathered around on the second floor.

"What would you do for a million bucks?" Claire asked Andy.

"That depends."

"You gotta set your mind to the absolute limit, like would you drive to school naked."

"Yeah,"

"Winter or Spring?"

"Doesn't matter...Spring."

"I would love to see him go to school naked in the winter. More hilarious if he was freezing."

We laughed.

"What would you do for a million dollars?" Andy asked me.

I shrugged my shoulders.

"I could eat gross stuff, plants and bugs."

"Eww," Claire said.

"I ate grass before when I was very small. Luckily I didn't get sick from it."

John looked just as grossed out as when he saw Claire's sushi.

"I'd do anything for a million dollars, I'd do anything sexual. I'm a nymphomaniac," Allison said.

"What kind of sexual stuff?" I asked.

"I nailed my shrink."

Claire was grossed out.

"He's married."

I was kinda shocked at the fact that her shrink did it with her even though he was married.

"Allison, if he had sex with you while still married, that would be considered pedophilia and cheating," I said.

 "Have you did it before?" Allison asked me.

"Honesty...no."

"It's ok to be a virgin," Brian said.

"Thanks Bri."

"How about you?" Allison asked Claire.

"I bet she has," John said.

"Maybe."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Claire asked.

"You're not a virgin, you're probably do it for attention, you're a tease," Allison said.

"I don't do it for attention, ya'll are just putting words into my mouth."

"Face it, you're a tease," John said.

"Why don't you just answer the question?" I asked.

We all pestered her until she exploded.

"No! I never did it!"

"I never did it either, I'm not a nymphomaniac, I'm a compulsive liar."

"You are such a bitch! You did that on purpose just to fuck me over!" Claire said.

I wanted to change the subject.

"I'm not a virgin. You wanna know how?"

"How?" Allison asked.

The rest seemed interested.

"One of Diego's friends came over to visit him, just to hang out like usual. He was nice to me but, when I went to get ready for bed, his friend walked in on me in my gown. He pushed me on my bed and undid his belt, pants while on top of me. I was crying silently as he..."

I started to cry. 

"Does Diego know?"

"No."

Brian silently gasped.

"You should tell him! He's your big brother!"

"They've know each other since high school, they're best friends, I don't wanna him hurt over me."

"You should tell him!" Andy said.

"You should be able to tell your family anything," Brian said.

All of us were silent. Andy spoke up.

"You guys wanna know what I did to get in here?"

We nodded.

"I, uh, taped Larry Lester's buns together."

"That was you!?" Brian asked.

Andy nodded.

"You know him?"

"Yeah, I know him."

"You know how hairy he is."

I saw John smile in amusement.

Andy told us about it. About him, out of nowhere, fighting Larry.

(A/N: this is not really accurate, I'm so sorry. :))

"When my parents got called, my mom was mad at me while my dad was proud of me. 'Andrew! You have to be number one! I won't tolerate any losers in this family, your intensity is for shit! Win! Win! Win!' that son of a bitch. Sometimes, I wish my knee would give and he could forget all about me."

He was crying!

"I think your old man and my old man should get together and go bowling," John said.

I smiled.

"You know John, you and my brother would make a great pair."

"He's probably older than me!"

"Only twenty two."

"I only hang with people my own age, thank you very much," John said kinda rude.

"John, what I'm trying to say is that you remind me of him. The rebel attitude, good looks, bad boy with a heart of gold-"

"Wait, a heart of gold?"

He scoffed.

"Yeah. I know you're really a good person. If it weren't for your father, you would be a lot more respectful to everyone."

"I'll be exactly the same now!"

"You'll be less worse though. You're father beats you every day! You're mother...I don't know! Probably being beaten too! She's probably being beaten to death as we speak!"

"Shut up," John silently said.

"Or maybe dead!-"

"Shut up!" He screamed.

I was silent.

"She beats me too, Dad beats her occasionally but I'm his main target," he whispered.

He looked like he was trying not to cry.

"I was raped before! I've always been the racial discrimination target of school, especially by Dick. I stood up to a racist teacher! That's why I'm here today!" I said.

"Mrs. Jones, I'm guessing?" John asked.

I nodded.

"Yeah," he nodded too.

"I was gonna help you but my buddy Greg told me not to. I wanted to, I really really did."

I smiled.

"We just went from frenemies to friends."

He smiled too.