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Nerves	By : firemaiden04 Category: 1 through F > Breakfast Club Views: 2471 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Breakfast Club, nor do I own any of the characters therein. I do not profit from this fanfiction. This is purely for fun.

Chapter List
- 1-March 26
- 2-March 28
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March 28, 1984
Wednesday was grey and rainy, weather that perfectly complimented Claire’s mood. The drive to school in her mother’s car didn’t help, as her mother harped on her the entire way about the same things she always harped about. She almost felt eager to get to school, just to get out of that damn car.
She hadn’t bothered to take an umbrella that morning, so she splashed through the rain in her Burberry coat and shook the water out of her hair once she was inside. Out of habit, she drifted down the hallway towards the burner’s corner, but she no longer felt the same hope that she had on the previous two days. She could only stay at that heightened anticipation for so long…and just two days at that level had left her depressed and somewhat lethargic. Sure enough, as she rounded the corner and looked upon the small crowd of shaggy, grungy-looking teenagers, she wasn’t rewarded with a glimpse of him. She sighed, just a little, and fingered the collar of her coat as she turned to trudge towards homeroom.
“Looking for me, Princess?”
Claire stopped as though turned to stone. He was standing there, resplendent in flannel and faded denim—and one solitary diamond sparkling in his left ear. His hair fell into his face and he absently shook it back into place. Claire’s mouth went dry and she could only stand there stupidly, staring at him.
Her silence didn’t faze John at all. He smirked and took her arm, steering her away from the middle of the hallway and against the lockers near his friends, who didn’t seem to notice or care about the unusual addition to their small crowd.
Claire racked her brain for something to say, but despite the fact that she’d been desperately looking forward to this moment, she couldn’t think of anything at all. She felt like a complete moron, standing there silently gazing at him like some desperate freshman. What’s worse, she was sure that John knew exactly how she felt. She felt her cheeks growing hot, and John just stood there watching her, grinning knowingly at her discomfort. He leaned in slowly, so slowly that Claire’s heart started pounding. His lips stopped at her ear, so close that Claire could feel his breath. She shivered, and she was sure John noticed, because he stiffened just a bit, and she heard his breath catch for a moment. Then he whispered, “I bet I know what you’ve been thinking about all week.”
Embarrassed, Claire ducked away from him, but John only chuckled. He leaned back against the locker and folded his arms, but his eyes were still locked intently on Claire’s face. “Afraid everyone’s going to see you with the burner? Ruin your precious social standing?”
Claire glanced at him, unsure about how to react. Was he joking? Did he expect a response? She opened her mouth to give a sarcastic retort, then second-guessed herself and just shook her head in denial.
John raised an eyebrow at response. “Oh, I guess you’ve had a change of heart since Saturday, then.”
Claire opened her mouth again, but paused before she spoke to make sure what she wanted to say came out right. “I noticed some…things…about my friends lately. I can’t really talk to them about anything new or different. They wouldn’t understand and they wouldn’t try to understand. I guess maybe I was the same way before, but I think all of us being together on Saturday, talking about stuff, made me realize that I can’t do that with just everyone. And it sucks, you know? I thought, ‘Well, if I can talk to these people about this stuff, of course I can talk to my friends about it too,’ and then I came here Monday and it didn’t happen. And what’s worse, everything was just different. I had to sit and listen to my friends run down Allison, and it’s because they were jealous of her, but they were so mean, and for no good reason. Maybe because they know she doesn’t care what they think and they just can’t get over that. I guess I never really thought about it before, and I was probably doing it too, just falling in with it all, and saying mean things about people I didn’t really know just because everyone else was doing it.” Claire realized she was rambling, and quickly concluded her small speech. “But anyways, I guess it just doesn’t matter to me that much anymore…being popular. Not if I have to sit there and pretend everything’s the same when it just isn’t.”
John stood there for a moment, seeming to process everything Claire had just said. Feeling a little embarrassed, Claire stood there staring at the floor, sure that John was going to ridicule everything she had just said. But instead all he said was, “Well, fuck them, then. What are you doing this weekend?”
Claire gaped at him for a moment, totally caught off guard. Part of her was stunned at his complete and immediate validation of her feelings about her friends, and the other part of her was immediately filled with extreme amounts of giddy excitement over his question. He wanted to hang out with her! Like on a date!!! She opened her mouth quite eagerly to say she was totally free, and then a thought occurred to her.
“Stubby’s parents are still out of town,” she said, just a little shyly. “So he’s having a party that will last all weekend.”
John smiled. “Cool. You want to go?”
Claire smiled back, still a little shy. “Sure.”
“Cool. I got that fucking detention all Saturday, so that’ll be something to look forward to.”
“Oh, I’d forgotten about that. How many more do you have?”
“Fucking two more months of this shit,” Bender said, and kicked the locker door in frustration, immensely startling two nearby sophomores.
Claire couldn’t think of anything to say, so she just said, “That sucks.”
“Yeah.”
The bell rang then, and Claire sighed. Time for school.
“I’ll walk you to homeroom,” John said abruptly, and Claire’s insides quivered in delight. They did indeed get a few weird looks as they walked down the hallway, and Claire knew that her “friends” would have heard all about it and would be grilling her by lunch, but this was merely an annoyance, whereas a week before she would have been horrified.
When they got to her homeroom, Claire was suddenly filled with nerves. Was he going to kiss her again? John had stopped very close to her, and he leaned in—but at the last second he veered away from her face and whispered into her ear, “See you later, Princess.” And something brushed against her earlobe—was it his lips? His teeth? His tongue?—very softly, but it was enough to make Claire shudder. John gave her one last heated look before he was off, going down the hallway with his long, purposeful stride. And Claire entered homeroom with a smile that went from ear to ear.

**AUTHOR'S NOTE** I'm going to get to the good stuff very soon, I promise! Next chapter maybe, two more at the most before the Adult++ rating comes into play. I write a lot of PWP and figured I'd try my hand at something with even just a semblance of a storyline.
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