《SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN (The Breakfast Club x Teen Reader)》Game Over!
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You and the Breakfast Club are sitting in the library at the desks. Vernon has separated everyone, placing the boys and girls on different sides of the room. You were sitting with (your gender).
The man is pacing up and down the aisles like a caged tiger, glaring at each of you with his hands on his hips. He is not pleased with the situation at all.
He stands at the front of the desks and begins to speak.
"Sex..." he began. "In the library...during detention."
"Technically, sir, we weren't having sex," you speak up.
"Watch it, (your last name)!" he warned with an icy glare. "You're on thin ice."
He paused again, looking at each of you. It seems like he was thinking about what to say in regards to what he had seen.
"All of you..." he said, pointing a finger at everyone in the room. "Should be ashamed of yourselves for having the nerve...to engage in such inappropriate behavior like this. And on school grounds, no less..."
Brian lowered his head, his face was red with shame. Claire blushed, her eyes were downward. Allison hid under her hooded jacket. Andrew frowned, looked ashamed. Bender just didn't give a shit. You had to admit you were pretty embarrassed.
"While I am fully aware that your teenage hormones are in overdrive," he said. "Shermer is not a place for such immodest and lewd behavior."
You had to hold in your laughter because every word that came out of Vernon's mouth was just hilariously awkward. He was such a pretentious prick.
"And detention is certainly NOT your own personal hotel room where you can romp around like a bunch of sexed up animals whenever you please."
Oh God! You can't hold your laughter in anymore! You let an audible snort escape as you listened to the vice principal prattle on with his lecture.
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"Something funny, (your last name)?" Vernon asked; his steely gaze locking on you. "You think this is cute? You think this is bitchin', is that it?!"
You wipe the smile off your face immediately and lower your head at the tone of the vice principal's stern words.
"Let me tell you something," he said. "Behavior like this always ends up putting you in a bad position. That's how you end up..."
"Getting STDs? Pregnant?" Bender interjected. "Yea...we know all about it, Dick. We went to Sex Ed."
"You just bought yourself another Saturday, mister!" Vernon shot back.
As the despised vice principal scanned you and your classmates, he contemplated what punishment to give all of you.
"Because of your lewd behavior today in detention," Vernon said. "Everyone will stay an extra seven minutes for detention."
All of you groan. Brian's eyes widened and went white as a sheet. Claire let out a scoff, closing her eyes. Andrew mumbled a quiet 'shit'.
"And each of you are going to write an essay..." Vernon continued and started handing out papers and pencils to each of you.
All of you roll your eyes with exasperation. Christ! Could it get any worse?!
"Of no less than 1,000 words...describing to me how you will have control over your...lascivious urges."
He paused.
"And I'll be keeping an eye on all of you to make sure you work on your essay," he concluded.
Great! Just fucking great!
While all of you were working on your essays, Vernon made sure you did your work. His steel gray eyes were burning into each of you as he paced up and down the aisles. Watching like a hawk.
Detention really sucks.
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