The Pretty Boy (Breakfast Club)

"Just Bury Your Head In The Sand, And Wait For Your Fucking Prom!"

     "Um, I was just thinking, I mean..." Brian spoke nervously. "I know it's kind of a weird time, but I was just wondering, what's going to happen to us on Monday? When we're all together again? I mean, I consider you guys my friends. I'm not wrong, am I?" "No..." Andrew said. "So, on Monday, what happens?" "Are we still friends, you mean? If we're friends now, that is?" Claire asked. "Yeah..." "Do you want the truth?" "Yeah, I want the truth." "I don't think so..." "With all of us or just John?" Allison asked. "With all of you..." "That's a real nice attitude, Claire," Andrew said, his sarcastic side coming out. "Oh, be honest, Andy. If Brian came walking up to you in the halls on Monday, what would you do? I mean, picture this, you're there with all the sports. I know exactly what you'd do, you'd say 'hi' to him and when he left you'd cut him all up so your friends wouldn't think you really liked him." "No way..." Andrew said. "Okay, what if someone like me or Alan were to walk up to you?" Allison questioned. "The same exact thing..." "YOU ARE A BITCH!" Bender yelled. "Why, cause I'm telling the truth!? That makes me a bitch!?" "No! 'Cause you know how shitty that is to do to someone! And you don't have the balls to stand up to your friends and tell them you're gonna like who you wanna like!" "What about you, you hypocrite! Why don't you take Alan to one of those weird-ass drag shows? Or take Brian out to the parking lot to get high? What about Andy or Allison for that matter, what about me!? What would your friends say if we were walking down the hall together? They'd laugh their asses off and you'd probably tell them you were doing it with me so they'd forgive you for being seen with me." "Don't you ever talk about my friends! You don't know any of my friends, you don't look at any of my friends, and you certainly wouldn't condescend to speak to any of my friends! So you're just sticking to the things that you know, shopping, nail polish, your fathers BMW, and your poor, rich drunk mother in the Caribbean!" "SHUT UP!" "And as far as being concerned about what happens when you and I walk down the hallways at school, you can forget it! 'Cause it's never gonna happen! Just bury your head in the sand, and wait for your fucking prom!" "I hate you!" "Yeah? GOOD!"

     The room became silent until Brian spoke. "So I assume Alan, Allison, and I are better people than you guys, huh? Us weirdos..." Brian teared up along with nearly everyone else. "Would you do that to me?" Brian asked Allison. "I don't have any friends..." she responded. "No, that's not true," Alan tried to hold back tears as she spoke. "What?" "Because...I'm your friend..." Alan said, placing her hand on Allison's. "Thank you..." Allison couldn't hold it in any longer, and she began sobbing. "It's okay, I'm here for you," she said, letting Allison rest her head on her shoulder. "I just wanna tell each of you, that I wouldn't do that...I wouldn't, and I will not. 'Cause I think that's real shitty," Brian reassured everyone. "Your friends wouldn't mind because they look up to us," Claire said. "You're so conceited, Claire...you're so conceited...you're like, full of yourself, why are you like that?" Brian kept trying and trying to stop himself from crying again. "I'm not saying that to be conceited!" she cried. "I hate it! I hate having to go along with everything my friends say!" "Then why do you do it?" Brian questioned. "I don't know...I don't...you don't understand! You're not friends with the type of people Andy and I are friends with! You don't understand the pressure that they can put on you!" anger surged through Brian's veins. "I don't understand what? You think I don't understand pressure, Claire? WELL FUCK YOU! Fuck you..."

      Brian put his arm over his face and began crying. "Do you know why I'm here today? Do you!?" Brian took his hand off, still crying. "I'm here...because...Mr. Rye found a gun in my locker..." "Why'd you have a gun in your locker?" Andrew asked. "I tried...when you pull the fuckin' trunk on it and the light's supposed to go on...and it didn't go on, I mean, I..." "What's the gun for, Brian?" Andrew asked, having a terrible feeling of what the answer might be. "Just forget it..." "You brought it up, man!" "I can't have an F...I can't have it, I know my parents can't have it, even if I aced this semester, and I'm still only at B, everything's ruined for me..." "Brian," Claire tried to talk to him, but Brian, out of an impulse, bashed a chair over. "Fuck!" he shouted. "So I considered my options, y'know?" "No, killing yourself is not an option-" "Well I didn't do it, did I? No, I don't think so," he said, interrupting Claire. "It was a handgun?" Allison asked. "No, It was a flare gun. It went off in my locker." "Really?" Andrew said before laughing. "It's not funny," Brian tried to steer everyone else from laughing, but he failed. Even he <>ended up laughing at himself. "Yes, it is...fuckin' elephant was destroyed!" "You know what I did to get in here?" Allison asked, and everyone else started paying attention to her. "Nothing. I didn't have anything better to do." they all began laughing at her. "You're laughing at me!" "No!" Andrew insisted. "Yeah, you are!" Allison laughed along with everyone else. For once, the room wasn't silent, the room was filled to the brim with laughter.