"i never did it either, i'm not nymphomaniac, i'm a compulsive liar." allison smirks.
"you are such a bitch! you did that on purpose just to fuck me over!"
"i would do it though...if you love someone it's okay."
"i can't believe you, you're so weird. you don't say anything all day, and then when you open your mouth...you unload all these tremendous lies all over me!"
"you're just pissed off because she got you to admit something you didn't want to admit to." andrew laughs.
"okay, fine, but that doesn't make it any less bizarre."
"what's bizarre? i mean we're all pretty bizarre! some of us are just better at hiding it, that's all." andrew says.
"how are you bizarre?" claire asks.
allison decides to field that question. "he can't think for himself."
"she's right..." andrew begins to tell a story. "do you guys know what i did to get in here?—i
taped larry lester's buns together."claire laughs.
"that was you?" brian asks confused, but also a little mad.
"yeah, you know him?"
"yeah, i know him."
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Humorthe athlete, the brain, the criminal, the princess, and the basket case break through the social barriers of high school during saturday detention. copyright © the breakfast club 1985 { completed }