III [EDITED]

Another edited chapter🥰Okayyy guys who read this (you're not alot but fuck off, I love all of youuuu) I forgot to say this before but SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKER I do NOT own The Breakfast Club :O I know, you're all pretty shocked right now...but whatever ahah I only own Jazmine Avalon Kent:) Good reading, even tho it kinda sucks ahah*****

It was silence again before Bender decided to tease the princess and the athlete, again. Not that I'm complaining, it makes them being here fun.

"So, so... Are you guys boyfriend and girlfriend?" He asked, motioning to the two persons who tried to do as if he wasn't there.

"Steady dates?" I joined in, wanted to get a reaction from them.

"Lovers?" continued Bender.

They ignored us. Surprise, surprise.

"Come on, sporto... Level with me, do you slip her the hot beef injection?" John pestered.

Now, the preps reacted.

"Go to hell!" screamed Claire at the same time Andrew said "Enough!"

Of course, the only time they speak up they get the vice-principal's attention. He asked what was going on and he was answered with our silence. He didn't press the matter which is a good thing.

I got up at the same time Bender did. He went to sit on the rail while I went on Andrew's lap to mess with him a little. John stared at us with an angry look. Or maybe just he was just looking at the jock because I don't see what I would've done to make him mad.

"What do you say we close that door? We can't have any kind of party without Vernon checking us out every second." John told us, his smug look back on his face.

"You know, the door's supposed to stay open.." intervened Brian.

"But then, I can't have any fun with any of you boys..." I fake pouted.

I felt all the eyes on me, but it didn't last long because the argument started again.

"So?" questioned the criminal.

"So why don't you just shut up? The two of you." Andy spat and pushed me on the floor. "There are four other people in there, you know," he added.

"I felt your boner, by the way, Andy boy... you can act as if you hate me, but we both know you don't," I laughed lightly at his embarrassed face while I stood up and went to join Bender.

"Shut up..." he muttered.

I knew I was right.

"You can count, see I knew you had to be smart to be a wrestler," John remarked, ignoring my little altercation with the jock.

"Who the hell are you to be judging anybody anyway?" the athlete demanded.

"Really," Claire added.

"What about you, queen bitch? And you, sporto? You're not better than anyone!" I spat angrily.

"It's not really hard to be better than you." retorted the prom queen.

"Guess you're right... unless you're you. Oops." I said back, "Popularity doesn't make you a good person." I finished with a bitchy smile.

She didn't have anything to answer, so Andrew took this time to respond to John, "You know Bender, you don't even count. If you disappeared forever, it wouldn't make any difference. You may as well not even exist at this school. That counts for you too, Jazmine Avalon Kent."

"Ouuuh, the full name!" I laughed sarcastically. "And get off your little fantasy, it would be the same for you because you're popular, they don't really like you, they just want to be cool, they would move on pretty quickly if you disappeared. " I explained, "Oh, and if I wasn't there... the only action you would've gotten so far would be with yourself."

"Wait, you actually gave him a blow job?" asked Claire, horrified.

"Well yeah... and we would've gone all the way if Sporto here had brought condoms..."

The red-haired girl looked like she was about to puke and John hurried to change the subject.

"Well, I'll run right out and join the wrestling team!"

That comment made the princess and the jock laugh.

"Maybe the Prep Club too." the criminal added.

"Student council?" I proposed, laughing.

"That too!" John exclaimed.

"They wouldn't take you," Andrew said.

"I'm hurt," Bender said with fake sadness.

"You know why guys like you knock everything?" asked Claire.

"This should be stunning," commented John.

"It's because you're afraid. You too, Jazmine."

"You, riches, are so smart! That's exactly why I'm not heavy in activities!" exclaimed Bender.

"You're a big coward," Claire added.

"I'm in the math club," mumbled Brian.

"See, you're afraid they won't take you, you don't belong; you just have to dump all over it. And you, Jazmine, you're afraid of the same thing, so you use your body to be accepted, but face it, everybody knows you're a big fat slut!" Claire interjected.

"Well wouldn't have anything to do with you activities people being assholes, now would it?" John questioned.

"Well, you wouldn't know, you don't know any of us," Claire responded.

"You don't know us either, seriously, do you ever think before opening your mouth? We don't join your clubs because you hate us! And you think I use my body because I'm afraid? Not just because... I don't know, teasing, flirting and sex are fun?" I intervened.

"I may not know you personally, but I know enough to guess you won't get far in life."

I just stare at her with a blank look, wondering if she really means all the shit that comes out of her mouth. Comments like those really get to me, because I'm scared they're right... yes, I'm scared, I said it, but I won't admit it. And anyway, who isn't scared of something?

"Well, I don't know any lepers either, but I'm not going to go out and join one of their fucking clubs," Bender said, taking the attention back to him.

"I'm in the physics club." the brain spoke a little louder than last time.

"Excuse me a sec... What are you babbling about?" the criminal asked, turning to Johnson.

"Well, what I said was that I'm in the math club, Latin club, and the physics club," Brian responded.

"Hey, Cherry," John said.

"Do you belong to the physics club?" I asked, backing up Bender.

"That's an academic club." the princess retorted.

"So?" Bender questioned.

"So academic clubs aren't the same as other kinds of clubs," Claire explained.

"Ah, but to dorks like him, they are," John said.

"What do you do in your clubs?" I questioned the nerd.

"Well, in physics clubs, we, uh, we talk about physics, properties of physics..." he replied.

"So, it's social," John stated.

"Demented and sad," I added.

"But social," concluded Bender.

"I guess you could consider it a social situation. Uh, there are other children in my club, and uh, at the end of the year, we have this big banquet at the Hilton." Brian explained.

"You load up, you party?" the criminal demanded.

"No, we get dressed up...but we don't get high." the brain clarified.

"Only burners like you two get high." Claire spat at John and me.

"Oh, good, thanks, a compliment," I stated.

"Only you could consider this as a compliment," said Andrew.

"Oh, look, another compliment." I continued.

While we were saying this, Brian was talking about something that I didn't really hear and I guess nobody did either because he was just ignored.

"Look, you guys keep up your talking and Vernon is going to come right in here. I've got a meet this Saturday and I'm not going to miss it on account of you bone heads" Andrew said suddenly, even when he was one of the last ones who talked...whatever.

"I'm not going to keep to myself because of you dude," I spat while glaring.

"Oh, and wouldn't that be a bite uh? Missing a whole wrestling meet!" Bender exclaimed.

"Well, you wouldn't know anything about it, faggot! You never competed in your whole life!" Andrew argued.

"Oh, I know... I feel all empty inside because of it. I have such a deep admiration for guys that roll around on the floor with other guys." John retorted with sarcasm and mock hurt.

"I don't think this is a very virile activity..." I commented silently.

The athlete glared at me, but ignored me and turned to the criminal to continue his little argument.

"Ah... you'd never miss it. You don't have any goals!"

"Oh, but I do!" John exclaimed. "I want to be just. Like. You!" he added. "I figure all I need's a lobotomy and some tights!" he finished sarcastically.

I snorted at this and Brian then decided to come back into the conversation. "You wear tights?"

"No, I don't wear tights! I wear the required uniform!" he replied angrily.

"Tights," Brian said again.

"And I thought you were so virile... If I knew you were wearing tights, I wouldn't have sucked your dick." I told him.

"Can you stop bringing that up?! It was one time and it shouldn't have happened!" he yelled at me, "Plus, you're really not picky, so I'm sure you would've done it anyway."

"Damn sure it shouldn't have... If I knew you would be like that afterward, I wouldn't have done it..." I muttered, kind of hurt, even if I'm pretty sure he doesn't mean it.