The Breakfast Club

Summary: AU. Angel, Mimi, Collins, Mark, Maureen, Joanne, and Roger are all in Saturday detention. High-School days. Starts with AngelMimi friendship and MarkMaureen dating. Parody-thing. Benny's the principal. Haha.

Characters:
Collins- Anarchist
Angel- Sweetheart
Mimi- Dancer
Mark- Loser
Maureen- Drama Queen
Joanne- Brian
Roger- Punk

Disclaimer: Like I own RENT or The Breakfast Club.

Thank You, Jonathan Larson

Chapter 1: Detention

Seven students sat at a few tables in the library, with Mr. Coffin standing before them.

"You will stay here from now, 9 o'clock, until noon, when you will eat lunch, and then until three. Then you'll be permitted to go. Any questions?"

Collins, a dark-skinned trouble maker, raised his hand. "And if I don't want to stay for six hours?" he asked.

Mr. Coffin appraoched where he was lounging, and glared down at him. "Then" he said throught gritted teeth, "I will see you next Saturday as well." He pushed the kid's feet off of the table, and stood up, looking around. "Any more questions?" he asked.

Maureen, a well-endowed drama queen, raised her hand up high, and her mousy boyfriend, Mark, quickly pulled it down. the principal looked around once more, and turned to leave. "I want to hear nothing from this room, is that understood?" he called.

"Yes," they moaned in unison. The door shut firmly behind the large man. As soon as he was gone, Collins placed his feet back in the same position.

"So, my pretties," he said to everyone, "what brings you to my weekend domain?"

"Detention," scowled at straight-laced chocolate-colored girl in the corner.

"Obviously," a rocker said, climbing into the table to sit.

"What did you do?" Collins asked him, ignoring the future MBA. When no one answreed, he continued, "I'll tell you what I did."

"The shorter list," Maureen told him, "is what you didn't do." Joanne snorted from her table, and the girl grinned, looking over at her boyfriend. He did not share in her sarcastic enthusiasm. she roller her eyes, and looked over at the two girls giggleing in the corner. The Latina caught her stare, and glared back.

"Can I help you, chicka?" she asked. Maureen rolled her eyes again.

"No need to freak out," she told the girl, "I'm just bored."

"Get used to it," Joanne told her, "we have five hours and fifty minutes left."