The Pretty Boy (Breakfast Club)

"Are you gay?"

After the argument between Bender and Vernon, the room became dull. Everyone did something to pass the time before this awful detention was finally over. Bender had a smoke by lighting his shoe on fire, Alan started humming "Girls just wanna have fun" by Cyndi Lauper, Claire daydreamed, Andrew folded his paper into a football-like shape and started messing around with it,  And the girl in the back drew, using her own dandruff as snow. Brian all the while, was attempting to hide an erection. However, each activity ended up boring by the end of it all, and everyone ended up falling asleep. "Wake up!" Vernon shouted. "Who has to go to the lavatory?" everyone, almost in unison, raised their hands.

     Afterwards, Bender ended up sitting on railing again. This time, ripping up pages in a book. "That's real intelligent," said Andrew. "You're right, it's wrong to destroy literature, it's such fun to read, and...Mo-lay really pumps my nads." "Moliere, honey," said Alan from across the room. Bender looked at him, and all he did was flash a smile. "I love his work-" Bender threw the ripped up pages at the geek, interrupting him, to which, Claire laughed. "Big deal, nothing to do when you're locked in a vacancy," Bender said, beginning to mix up a few folders. "Speak for yourself," said Andrew. "Do you think I'd speak for you? I don't even know your language!" Andrew rolled his eyes at Bender at shifted his focus over to Claire. "Hey, you grounded tonight?" he asked. Claire shrugged. "I don't know, my mom said I was, but my dad told me to just blow her off." "Big party at Stubbie's, parents are in Europe, should be pretty wild." "Yeah?" "Yeah, can you go?" "I doubt it." "How come?" "Well, 'cause if I do something my mom tells me not to do it's because my dad says it's okay. It's like this whole big monster deal, It's endless, It's a total drag. It's like any minute...divorce." "Who do you like better?" Bender joined the conversation. "What?" "You like your old man better than your mom?" "They're both screwed." "No, I mean, if you had to choose between them." "I don't know. I'd probably go live with my brother. I think either of them give a shit about me, it's like they use me just to get back at each other. "Hah!"

      Shocked, everyone turned to see who yelled, it was the girl in black. "See, I told ya she is U-G-L-Y, she ain't go no alibi!" Alan yelled. "Shut up, both of you!" Claire shouted. "You're just feeling sorry for yourself," said Andrew "Yeah, well If I didn't nobody else would!" Claire retorted. "Ah, you're breaking my heart!" Andrew said, this time in a sarcastic tone. "Sporto," Bender said. "Yeah?" "Do you get along with your  parents?" "Well, if I say yes, I'm an idiot, right?" Bender jumped off the railing and walked up to Andrew. "You're an idiot either way, but if you say you get along with your parents, well you're a liar too." Andrew tried to step back, but Bender kept walking forward. "You know something man, if we weren't in school right now I'd waste you." "Can you hear this?" Bender asked, pointed his middle finger at the ground. "You want me to turn it up?" he turned his hand upwards, flipping Andrew off. "Fellas, I-" Brian tried to get in-between them, but they both pushed him away. "I don't get along with them, y'know, their whole idea of, y'know, parental compassion is just, y'know, wacko, y'know-" "Dork..." Bender said, looking straight into him. "Yeah?" "You are a parent's wet dream, okay?" Bender patted Brian on the back, before stepping back a bit. "Look, I can see you getting all bunged up for then making you wear those kinda clothes. But face it, you're a Neo-Maxi-Zoom-Dweebie. What else would you be doing if you weren't out making yourself a better citizen?" "Why do you always have to insult everybody?" Andrew said. "I'm being honest, asshole, I would expect you to know the deference," Bender replied. "Yeah, well he's got a name!" "Yeah?" "Yeah, what's your name?" "Brian..." "See?" "My condolences," Bender said, before walking towards Claire. "What's your name?" "Claire, you dumbass!" Andrew shouted. "Okay, Jesus..." Bender said, now approaching Alan. "What about you?" "Alan." "Alan?" "Honey, I was named after my dad." "So your dad is just as much of a fag as you are, huh?" "Honey I don't know what you're talkin' bout', I am not a fag!" "Okay, okay, let me correct myself, you are not a fag, you are the  fag, the king of all fags, long live the fag, everyone!" Bender teased, making a few people laugh. Alan flipped him off. "Oh my, an obscene finger gesture from such a dainty guy!" Bender continued to tease. "Honey, I don't know what you're seeing, I'm not dainty either!" "Tell me pretty boy, are you gay?" Bender leaned in closer, making Alan shudder. "I'll bet you a million dollars...that you are. Let's end the suspense, is there gonna be some...ass pounding?" "S-Shut up..." "Okay, prove me wrong, have you ever kissed a girl on the lips? Have you ever felt a girl up? Over the feather boa, under the shirt, shoes off, hoping to god her parents don't walk in?" "Lover boy, please-" "Over the boxers..." he paused for a second. "No feather boa, shirt off, her panties in a ball on a front seat passed eleven on a school night?" "Leave him alone."