The Writer (A Breakfast Club Fan Fiction)

Trip Trip Trippin' on Bender's Pot

We followed John out of the library. We were on our way to John's locker to get something. We got to the locker, I noticed some rock n roll related posters like The Doors, The Scorpions, and I'm pretty sure I saw David Bowie.

"You're such a slob," Andrew said.

"My maids on vacation," John replied.

John got out a paper bag, unwrapped it. It was pot! I'm not a pothead! 

"Drugs?" Brian asked in shock.

"Bender, put it back," Andrew said.

John walked away with everyone following. We were running. We tried everything but Vernon was around every time we turned a corner. John suggested a shortcut but Andrew suggested another, we were forced to go with Andrew's shortcut. We reached a dead end.

"Shit!" Andrew said.

"Great idea, jack off!" John said.

"Fuck you!" 

"Fuck you! Why didn't you listen to John?" I said.

"We're dead."

"Nope, just me."

John put his bag of pot down Brian's pants.

"Get back to the library. Keep your unit off of it."

John ran off.

"I wanna be an airborne ranger!" He sang at the top of his lungs.

We got back to the library. After a couple minutes, Vernon walked in with John.

"Mr. Wise Guy here has token it upon himself to go to the gymnasium. I regret to inform you, you will be without his services for the rest of the day."

"BOOHOO," John said.

"You think this is funny? The false alarm you pulled the other day. False alarms are funny huh! What if your home, what if your family...what if your dope was on fire?"

"Impossible, sir. It's in Johnson's underwear."

I laughed.

"Not funny, Absher! You skipping school just to get your precious book published ain't funny either! That's a stupid excuse! It's stupid! Just like you."

I was hurt. I was too weak and nervous to say something back to him. He took John outside. I laid my head down.

"Brylee?" 

I sat back up. Everyone was staring at me.

"Are you ok?" Claire asked.

"I'm never ok."

I started writing a new entry in my diary.

Right then...

"Oh shit!"

John came through the ceiling! John walked downstairs casually as if nothing happened.

"Forgot my pencil."

We heard Vernon. John got under my desk. Vernon walked in. 

"What was all that ruckus!?"

"What ruckus?" Andrew asked.

"I was in my office and I heard a ruckus."

"Can you describe the ruckus, sir?" I asked.

"Watch it, young lady!"

Then, I felt John's head getting close. I was wearing a skirt. On the outside, for the sake of John's ass, I pretended it didn't happen. But, on the inside, it felt good, his hair tickling my thighs. But, I got him off me. Everyone was fake coughing.

"Was that the ruckus you was talking about?" Claire asked.

"No, it wasn't. Look, you may haven't been caught in the act this time but next time-"

Allison started giggling.

"You may book on that, missy! And you, I will not be made a fool of!"

He left. John got out from under my desk and walked to Brian.

"So, Ahab. Can I have all my doobage?"

 Brian gave him the pot.

"Come on, wasteoid, you're not going to blaze up in here," Andrew said.

 John ignored him. We all decided to join except for Allison. While John, Brian, and Claire were experiencing their reaction together, I reacted kinda weird. I started jumping around and singing David Bowie's Let's Dance at the top of my lungs. 

Soon, me, Claire and John were sitting together. Andrew, Brian, and Allison were across from us. I started feeling sick to my stomach. Was it from the pot? John was looking through Claire's purse. I don't even have a purse. Claire was going through John's wallet.

"What's in your bag?" Claire asked.

"The only thing interesting I got in there is my manuscript."

I got it out, then I had to puke. I sat it down in my spot and ran to the nearest trashcan. I came back to see John reading my book to my surprise.  He was actually reading it! As soon as he looked up at me, he put the book down like he was embarrassed.

"You ok?" He asked.

"My stomach was just upset."

I shrugged.

"You sure you're going to be ok?"

"Yeah."

I turned to John.

"You can keep reading, John."

"Nah."

"Oh, come on. You were enjoying it! I could see it by that smirk of yours girls find to be such a turn on."

He smiled, that turned me on. He was flattered by that compliment. Claire was looking at me, possibly knowing my secret crush.