SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN (The Breakfast Club x Teen Reader)

Allison Reynolds (The Basket CasexReader)

...the switchblade spun around and around for quite a while. It went to a slow down until it pointed to the mysterious girl with dark hair curled up on the couch.

"OK then," Bender said. "(Your name), and..." He stopped, trying to think of the dark-haired girl's name. "Whatever your name is, in there, seven minutes..."

The mysterious girl glared at Bender with dark eyes. It was pretty clear that he didn't bother to get to know her name was. She stood up, marched towards the room where you would be spending Seven Minutes in Heaven, brushing roughly past Bender with her shoulder.

You follow behind her and the door closes behind you.

You sat there with the mysterious girl. There's a long uncomfortable silence between the two of you. You study her: her dark hair is disheveled and hangs over her face. Almost like she's trying not to be seen. Her face is very pale and expressionless. Her clothes are all black. Her sweater is too big on her. She wears a black and white scarf around her neck. Her skirt is long, covering her legging clad legs. She clutches herself tightly as if to tell you she doesn't want to be touched.

"So...do you have a name?" you asked.

The girl just stares at you silently. As if she were studying you intently. The silence is deafening and even more uncomfortable. You sense she isn't comfortable playing this game.

"Look, we don't have to play if you don't want to. It must be weird enough being in here," you said.

"I'll play," she said in a monotonous voice.

The sound of her voice surprises you, given she stayed quiet all day in detention and didn't speak. Well, technically, she spoke once when she yelled 'HA!' at Claire when she complained about her parents. You blink your eyes a few times...then clear your throat and resume your question.

"OK. So...can you tell me your name?"

"Allison. I already know yours. Your name is (your name)...as in puke," she said with a grin. "Your date of birth is (your birthdate). You're (your height), (your hair color), (your eye color). You live on (your street name and number)."

You stare wide eyed at Allison as she reveals this personal information about you.

"Whoa! Are you psychic?"

"No!" she replied still smirking.

You stare dumbfounded at Allison. How the hell could she have known all that?!

"Would you mind telling me how you know all this?"

She gives a shit eating grin, then reveals a wallet in her hand.  You pat your pants pockets and are unable to believe she did that!

"What the hell?!" you exclaim. "Give it back!"

She tosses it to you with a mischievous grin, watching you catch it and tuck it away in your pocket.

"You're a thief," you said angry.

Upon realizing what slipped out of your mouth, you immediately regret saying this to her. Allison glares at you offended.

"I'm not a thief!" she responded.

"Sorry," you apologize. "But still you shouldn't take things that don't belong to you."

"What's there to steal anyway?" she said. "Just two dollars and pictures of your family."

Clearing your throat, you decide to stay focused on the game.

"So, have you played games like this before?"

"Have you?" she responded, deflecting the question.

"Well...once or twice when I was younger," you said. "Have you?"

"I've done plenty of stuff," she responded. "I've done just about everything there is except a few things that are illegal."

You stare with complete disbelief as the basket case revealed her personal life. You could only imagine what kind of messed up shit she got into.

"Such as?" you asked.

"Do you REALLY want to know?" she inquired with raised eyebrows.

Sensing that this question was pushing the limits, you decide you don't even want to go there.

"Not really, but I think I get the idea," you said. "So...do you want to kiss?"

"Sure."

You step up to Allison, who stands at 5'5". She looks at you through her bangs. You lean in to go for it when she stops you. She looks terrified as you step into her space. She shrinks away.

"Actually, I haven't done anything," she admits.

"What?! Then why did you say all that stuff then?" you exclaim.

She looks at you. "I'm a compulsive liar," she said sadly.

You frown a bit. "You shouldn't lie to people," you scold.

"Are you going to lecture me or kiss me?" she said, crossing her arms. "We don't have a lot of time."

Shaking off the disbelief, you decide to get on with it. Gently, you move away her long bangs, revealing her face. She looks pretty cute if she put her hair back. Her eyes are lined with dark eyeliner, which is smudged from her brimming tears. Her pale face is dotted with light freckles.

You decide to keep your hands off for now since it's pretty clear she's not comfortable with being touched. You lean in to Allison, brushing her nose. She responds by closing her eyes, letting out an exhale...almost eager to kiss. Her lips part in anticipation and she leans into your face.

It's pretty clear she's eager to kiss as her lips stay parted the entire time almost as if she were teasingly inviting you, but knows you don't want to push her. You decide to take a risk and taste her. She shrinks a bit, but she comes back.

Allison's hands grab the side of your head, threading your fingers in your (hair length and color). Your fingers go to her messy black hair. It feels so soft and there's a scent of acrylic paint, ink, charcoal, and paper that envelops you. You noticed she was drawing earlier in detention and found she's an excellent artist.

You massage her scalp gently and she moans lightly against your lips. She decided to take a risk and taste your mouth. Her tongue pokes at your mouth playfully as if to say, 'come on over and play'. You sense a smirk on her lips as you continue to kiss.

As you and Allison continue to kiss, you slowly put your hands on her waist. It feels slender under those heavy layers of clothes. She shivers at your touch, then relaxes. You gently kiss her cheek. This feels like that romantic painting by Gustav Klimt's The Kiss. She smiles with a relaxed look as if she were enjoying it.

"TIME'S UP!" Bender called, opening the door.

You and Allison are found in a romantic embrace. Bender stares dumbfounded at the two of you, along with your other classmates.

"Oh how ROMANTIC!" Bender quipped sarcastically, fake swooning as if he were watching a romantic movie.

"Hey, man! This isn't your own personal peep show!" Andrew shot back. "Knock it off!"

"I thought it was really sweet," Claire said with a smile.

Allison stepped away from you and walked out of the room. With dark eyes, she looked straight at Bender.

"I nailed (your name)," she said with a grin. 

Bender looked at the two of you dumbfounded and confused, trying to work out the logic of what was just said and what he just saw. You snicker, shaking your head as you know Allison just straight up lied.