Prompt:Six students, of different stereotypes, are sentenced to Saturday detention which happens to land on a very important day for each of them. While their reasons for being there are up in the air, and they might start off on the wrong foot, they all eventually find out there’s more to each person than they thought.
A/N:So I was watching one of my favorite movies last night (The Breakfast Club) and I had an idea for a story! I love it when that happens. I had a couple drabbles that I was going to post, but I wasn’t sure if they were good enough and this seemed like a better idea to me. As of right now (because I haven’t finished the story) I haven’t decided if there are any specific pairings. I’m just gonna go with the flow. This is also an AU so the characters have a few different traits than in the show. Riley and Maya are still best friends. That will never change. Also, Riley has an older brother in this fic. In the beginning (before the show aired), she was set to have an older brother named Elliot, and I thought it would be great for her to be the middle child.
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Part 1- Three Rules
At the sight of the old, brown stone building sitting in the middle of the industrial city, Riley Matthews huffed in frustration. Her fingers clenched her phone so tightly, her knuckles turned white. It wasn’t that she didn’t like being at this place (she was forced by the law to go five days a week for eight hours a day), it was the fact that because of a stupid incident, she was sitting outside on the sixth day of the week. Saturday morning.
“You’re going to break your phone if you keep using it as a stress reliving item,” her older brother, Elliot stated at he parked the car in front of the steps. She said nothing. “You’re only going to be here till three.”
She looked at him quickly in rage. “That’s seven hours I could be practicing for the concert, which by the way, is TONIGHT!” Her voice rang in the vehicle as she fell back into her seat and huffed. Not only did she have detention for seven hours, she was less then 12 hours away from her concert, in which scouts from Juilliard School of the Arts would be attending.
He looked at her sympathetically, even though she basically yelled at him harshly. A few years ago, he probably would have yelled back at her, but he understood the stress and anxiety she must be dealing with, since tonight could make or break her future to attend one of the elite schools in the country for music making. Plus she was good kid, always followed her parents rules, she did well in school, and practiced the violin hard. It was the instrument she based her whole life around.
Since the day she held the small instrument at the age of four, she wanted this to be her profession. Despite her parents (father in particular) wanting her to be an athlete, like Elliot and her little brother, Auggie, she rather spend her days sitting in front of a music sheet, rubbing hair and strings making beautiful melodies. Her mother supported her from the beginning, and after Mr. Matthews saw the potential she had to be one of the greats, he stopped pestering her and let her do her own thing. She was her own person, and deserved to do what she desired, since it was her life and not her parents.
“So I’m assuming mom and dad don’t know about this?” He asked.
She sighed defeatedly. “No, they don’t. If they did, they would flip and who knows what will happen. So I told them I was going to be here practicing. Unfortunately, I was told myself that I couldn’t bring anything but my homework and food for lunch, so you mind if I leave my violin here in your car?”
His brown eyes looked at the old case and nodded. “Yeah, so I’m picking you up at three?” Riley nodded, fingers now fiddling with the ends of the case. “Am I also picking up Maya too?”
“How did you know she was going to be here today?”
He gave her a look that said really? “Because ninety-nine percent of the times you get in trouble, Maya Hart is not trailing far behind. I’ve been watching that for the last ten years of our lives.”
Yes, more often it was Maya who got into difficult inconveniences, and if Riley was ever put in a situation where she was at fault too, it was because of her troubled blonde best friend. Normally it was small stuff that caused her to get lunch detention or to stay after school for an hour, but recently Maya had been rebelling to the point she could have been in handcuffs. Riley could never really tell her to not continue this behavior directly, but instead hint to her that what she was doing was not acceptable. Her life at home wasn’t the best situation and the brunette understood that this behavior was normal in order to get attention from mom and dad.
But this act was taken too far, and Maya had dragged Riley right down with her. To the bottom of the pit itself.
Elliot tapped his thumb on the wheel of the car. “You better get in there,” he stated. “Because we all know Mrs. Know’s the Librarian. She ain’t gonna put up with tardiness and if you get suspended, mom and dad are really gonna flip.”
He was right, and she groaned in aggravation as she opened the car door to get out. She spotted the blonde on the top of the steps, and turned back to face her brother. “I’m ready for this day to be over with.”
They said nothing as they walked the halls silently down to the library. Every now and then she could look over and spot the guilt on Maya’s face. Riley hated that her best friend felt this way, but it was technically her fault that they were here on a Saturday, serving detention. Not to mention the brunette was a tad angry with the blonde, and Riley hated that she felt this way too. It was very rare to have this feeling towards her. They weren’t supposed to be mad at each other, ever. They were supposed to be the others escape. A way out of stress. But today wasn’t that day.
In the library, things were quiet, as they should be. Three chairs had been taken up so far. In the front, Isadora Smackle sat, with all the study equipment she could possibly bring, besides her laptop. Riley found it extremely odd that the smartest girl and not to mention, popular girl in school would be caught in Saturday detention, but was reminded that she, herself was here too.
In the other two seats, Lucas Friar and his adopted brother, Isaiah Babineaux sat, quietly whispering to one another, before looking up at the two girls who had just walked in. Lucas was the most popular guy in school for a newbie, as well as one of the most arrogant, self-centered people too. With his dazzling smile, muscular biceps, one look at a girl could make them swoon in his presence. Riley was more annoyed than anything else. Yes, he was devilishly handsome, she’d give him that, but his attitude and first impression gave Riley a bad taste in her mouth.
Isaiah was different. He was Friar’s adoptive brother. A southern gentleman from Texas, who said “please” and “thank you” on a regular basis, as well as “yes ma’am,” “no ma’am,” “yes sir,” and “no sir.” He was also the class clown, who always tried to make the best out of a hard situation. Riley happened to have him in a few of her classes, and she enjoyed his presence more so than his obnoxious step-brother.
Riley and Maya took their seats, sitting at the same table, but on separate ends. The blonde glanced at the brunette in hopes that their eyes would meet. Riley couldn’t look at her, at least not right now. She found the clock sitting on the checkout desk in front of the office door. 7:58. Two minutes before the torturous day would begin.
The door to the office opened and Mrs. Knows, with her silver grey hair, oversized glasses and rag looking face appeared. She might not have looked like much, but she could be scary, when she wanted to be. Just before she opened her mouth to speak, the bulky door to the entrance of the library opened and Farkle Minkus appeared, walking at his own pace to the seat in front of Riley and Maya.
“Mr. Minkus,” the Librarian said, “almost late, aren’t we?” Riley wished she could see his face, but he said nothing so the old lady continued. “Alright, you’re all here till three today. Rule number one, no talking. Rule number two, no cell phones.” A groan came from every one. “Rule number three, if you disrupt me while I’m watching—doing work, this will no longer be a Saturday detention, but a suspension.” Ouch. “Put your cell phones on the desk and I will come collect them. You will get them back at the end of the day.” She looked up. “Yes, Mr. Babineaux?”
Riley turned to see that he had been raising his hand. “What are we supposed to do till then?”
“Well, you were informed to bring books to study, read, writing materials to do homework. Or you could just twiddle your thumbs all day long,” she chuckled. “As long as your quiet and following my three rules.” She collected the phones and waddled back to her office, closing the door behind her.
“Well this is pointless,” Lucas stated, standing up from his seat. “Come on Zay, let’s scram.” Isaiah didn’t move though and opened his mouth to protest.
Just before passing, Maya stood up to meet him. “Sit down Ranger Rick. You heard the lady, breaking the rules meant suspension. You might be new here, but I’ll give you a piece of advice. Mrs. Knows is not a lady to tip toe around. She won’t hesitate to pull out a pink slip.” She leaned forward on her desk. “You really want that on your record Ball Boy?”
Riley could hear Zay’s chuckle from the back. Lucas looked at him, “What are you laughing at?”
“She called you Ranger Rick and Ball Boy,” his tone made Riley want to laugh, but she suppressed the urge. She was supposed to be upset right now. “I like her.”
Lucas rolled his eyes and looked down at Maya seriously. She was at least a foot and a half shorter than him, but she didn’t care. She knew her size, and she was proud. “Look Blondie, I ain’t got time to sit around for seven hours doing nothing. Zay and I have a big game tonight and this we should be prepping, not twiddling our thumbs,” his southern accent was thick.
Farkle turned in his seat. “And you think we’re here to sit around and do nothing?” His voice was deep and his tone was full of protest. “You think we all don’t have something better to do, or somewhere better to be? It’s not just your life that’s important. This time is blocking us from our lives too. So you can sit down and suck it up like the rest of us.” He turned back around and continued to read from the manuscript in his hand.
Minkus was the smartest guy in the school, and everyone knew that. He was also one of the hottest guys too. Not Lucas Friar hot, but still hot. If you had never met him before in your entire life, you probably would have picked him out to be a prep, guaranteed admission into Princeton University, or some other Ivy League school, not because he was smart enough, but because his dad had all the money in the world to send him. You’d say he was a popular guy that partied and could have any girl he liked on his arm. Maybe he was obnoxious too, arrogant and only cared about materialistic nonsense he could buy from anywhere on Fifth Avenue.
But he was just the opposite. With physical qualities of a pretty rich boy and being somewhat athletic, he was a loner. You could normally find him in a library studying for classes he had been dull-enrolled in by his parents through NYU, or in the Science lab on the north end of campus, face stuck to a microscope. He had friends, but they were the obnoxious rich smarties he didn’t click with or the kids who used him for his money. It was really sad.
Lucas looked annoyed staring down at Maya, while her raised eyebrows told a different story. “You heard the genius, Hop-a-Long.”
He looked warningly at Zay who started snickering once again. Then he turned to Farkle, who was no longer paying attention. “If you’re a genius Minkus, why are you in Saturday detention? I thought you’d be smart enough to dodge a situation like this.” It was a good question.
Farkle didn’t glance away from the words on his page, but stated, “That’s my problem, not yours, and you’re forgetting that I’m not the only genius gracing your presence at this moment.” His finger pointed to the side towards a certain lady with pitch black hair.
Maya cocked her head to the side. “Yeah, Smack-lay, what brings you to the land of the troubled?”
The dark-haired girl turned slightly to the right. “It is none of your business to know why I have been sentenced to this dreadful atmosphere, but if you must be reminded, rule number one rule states that we should not be talking, otherwise this dreadful day will be spent confined in our rooms and none of us will be able to enjoy going to the events we wish to attend, playing the games you desire to win, or what ever it is you all do in your spare time. I for one have no desire to to take part in this conversation no more. I have better activities to do at this desk other than exercise my gums that lead to my suspension and the beginning of my problematics hindering my early acceptance into Princeton.” Her face whipped around so quickly, her hair flew behind her.
Lucas stared at Maya for a long time, and finally feeling defeated, he walked back over to sit down. “So what are we supposed to do?”
Riley licked her lips thinking about what she could do that would benefit her. They were in a library, full of books. She was sure she could find a music book with the classical song she was performing this evening. She stood up, and Maya looked at her curiously. “Where you going Riles?” The blonde began to stand back up with her.
But Riley turned quickly on her heels, holding out her hand for her to stop. “I’m just going to get a book. That’s it.”
Maya’s expression dropped. She hadn’t meant to sound that harsh and demanding, but the tone came out too soon with the words. Her best friend sat back down, and Riley had caught Farkle’s blue eyes with her own. She couldn’t read his expression, and that drove her insane. Usually she was great at reading people, but she could never tell what Farkle Minkus was thinking. Ever.
She turned away, heading for the music selection in the huge library. It was time she put her focus on to the concert tonight. People drama was the least of her worries now.
Preview to next chapter:
“Goodie-two-shoes-Matthews?” Lucas said, eyeing Riley who wasn’t bothering to look at him. She was too engulfed in her book—or acting like she was too distracted so she could avoid conversation what-so-ever. She didn’t care about the rules too much. She only cared about her future at this moment.