The biker (The Breakfast Club) John Bender

Who am I

Rose's POV
Everybody started taking off their jackets, and then a clipping noise echoed through the library. I didn't turn around because I know it's Allison she does this in math class, so I'm used to it. But everybody else looks at her, Jock and Princess looks at her with disgust, and Bender and Brian look at her in dispalieaf, I just smiled. She looks up and See's us looking at her, but smiles at me, and the back at the others and bites her nails again.

"You keep eating your hand you're not going to be hungry for lunch." Then she spits the nail at him.  Didn't make it but it was far. "I've seen you before you know." And then turns to me. " You to sweetheart." 

"Good to know you don't need glasses." You can practically see the sarcasm dripping out of my mouth.

(A/N: that sounds so wrong.😂)

As I said that Dick looks out the door of his office.
"Who I think I am." I turn around to see Brian put a pen in his mouth.

"Who are you?... Who are you?... I am a walrus." Then he tries to put the pen in his nose.

"Are you quoting the Beatles?" He nods. "Dear god. Have I taught you nothing."

(A/N: I have nothing against the Beatles.  I am just more of My Chemical Romance type of girl.)

That's when he noticed Bender staring at him. Bender takes of his scarf while Brian takes the pin out of his mouth. Then nervously smiles and nods. At the same time him and Bender take of their jackets, but when Brian sees Bender looking at him he rubs his hands together, and pretends to be cold.

"It's the shits, huh?"

Bender just sits there, and Brian nervously laughs
"Brian language!"
"But, you cuss more than I do."

"Yeah and you are supposed to be the good twin, not the trouble maker."

Then Bender decided to try to hit the princess with paper, but sadly misses. They notice but ignore it. That's when Bender started humming.

"I can't believe this is happening to me."

I roll my eyes.

"Well it's your fault your in here princess" She just rolls her eyes.

"Oh, shit!" They look at him.
" What are we supposed to do if we have to take a piss?"

"Please."

"It's called a bathroom, genius."

"If you got to go,  you got to go." Then I here a zipper.

"Oh my god."Claire said.

"You're not urinating in here, man." Andrew said.

"Don't talk. Don't talk. It makes it crawl back up."

"Dude, if you need to use the bathroom theirs one down the fucking Hall."

But he just ignores me. Then I see Brian looking under the table, and I just hit him on the arm.

"You whip it out, you're dead before the first drop hits the floor."

"You're pretty sexy when you get angry. Grrrr." He looks aroud, then looks at Brian. " Hey, homeboy," Brian points to himself "why don't you go close that door? We'll get prom queen and biker over there impregnated."

Then Brian looked pissed.

"No thanks bender, but I would like to make it through high school with out becoming a mom." I said.

"Hey. Hey!"

"What?"

"If I lose my temper, you're totaled, man."

"Totally?"

"Totally."

" Why don't you shut up? Nobody here's interested." Bender sits there like he's hurt.

"Really, Butt face."

I raise my eyebrow "really mature." I thought.

"Hey sporto, what'd you do to get in here? Forget to wash your jock?" I quietly laugh, but Bender heard me, and smirked at me then winked.

"Excuse me, fellows, I think we should just write our papers." Brian said.

"Look, just because you live in here doesn't give you the right to be a pain in the ass. So knock it off!" Bender scoffed and said

"Well, it's a free country."

" He's just doing it to get a rise out of you, just ignore him." I said.

" Babe."

I looked at him.

"You couldn't ignore me if you tried." He said smirking.

"So... So, are you guys like boyfriend - girlfriend?" He looks between the two preps. "Steady dates? Lovers? Come on, sporto level with me. Do you slip her the hot-beef injection?"

"GO TO HELL!"

"Enough!"

The both yelled.

"Hey! What's going on in there?" Dick yelled "Spoiled little pricks." He muttered. Me and Allison chuckled slightly.

"Scumbag." Andrew muttered.