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100 Fictional Character Crushes, Past and Present 33.) John Bender (The Breakfast Club)

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Scars Meme: John didn't mean to barge in on her, but he had no clue he'd be in the bathroom when he was. Seeing her bathgown drop as she went to step into the shower, he stopped her. His eyes ran over the scars on her back, his finger tracing it over. "Where's this from?"

Lydia’s hands were still holding onto her robe before she felt Johns hand trace down her ice skating accident scar. Bringing the robe around her body she put her wall up, defensively moving away. “Ice skating.” Her throat had closed up. That one accident had made her self conscience for the rest of her life. “Collided with another skater in competition, her blade ripped open my dress and my back. Have only been on the ice twice after.” She mumbled softly, turning to look at him. “Don’t ask again please. It’s one memory I hate.”

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"I know, I am good at hiding things." So many things Lydia had hidden from even her closest friends. Her body rested against the wall as she let a thumb trace over her pregnant stomach. "We both have secrets John. I’m just really good at hiding things, comes with being the smartest girl in school."

"I wouldn't deny that.." John mumbled as he let his back fall against the wall opposing her, his arms crossed over as well as his legs. "Everyone has secrets, that's a fact of life. Guess that just helps hiding them." Even still through how long they had been together, there was a lot John still hadn't told Lydia. He was used to keeping secrets from everyone. He had to.

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"Maybe so…. It’d make sense that she was around them still. I can’t say much though, I’m just making guesses." Allison was good at reading people, observing them and trying to figure them out to an extent. She wasn’t always right but she tended to be right a good half of the time.

"Apparently so, it seemed to work out in his favour though, I I suppose. He doesn’t seem to be too phased, if anything relieved, as if the weight of the world was off his shoulders for even the slightest second." She gave a shrug, growing to an unusual silence, which wasn’t all that unusual for her.

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"Eh, yeah. I guess so. Not that I'm bothered by it or anything..." John shrugged slightly, hunching his shoulders over. Sure, he wished Claire would alter her ways, but he didn't let it come apparent. He didn't want to seem like he was hurt. He just wished she wasn't so attached to seeming popular. She didn't need oto be.

"I wouldn't be surprised, after everything Sporto let out in detention. Not having to wrestle, even if it's only for a small time. I wonder what his old man would say about it, surely wouldn't of been impressed. Y'know anything else?" He mused.

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Lydia looked at Bender as she listened to what he was saying to help her out of another detention. She had her friends ready to hold her back. Her breathing hitched as she listened to him. How was he able to sweat so fluently? She had to have alcohol or needing to be in sex. Or both for Bender’s case. She wouldn’t swear again though.

"Stop." She mouthed towards him, she couldn’t have him in detention again and again just because of her. Her hand rested permanently on her stomach as she looked down, a leg swirling against the marble floor. She laughed lightly as he called him Dick.

She watched Vernon leave the room and she looked back at him, sure it hurt being called old red, but they had to for their reputation. “Thank you.” She mouthed as she turned back to Stiles and held onto him.

"An actual good thing that John Bender does. Congratulations." Scott spoke as he rubbed Lydia’s back. She wasn’t crying anymore, but she mentally needed the comfort.

John's attention was drawn off Lydia for the moment, and was over onto her friend she had heard quite a bit about over the time Lydia and Bender had officially gotten together. Sure, John had his reputation as an asshole, or a jerk, or any other word you could deem similar... But when it came to people he actually cared about, like Lydia - he was bound to be defensive.

"What's that supposed to mean, Sporto?"

"You know exactly what it means, Bender. You're an asshole and everyone knows it. For you to do something nice is a rare case as it is. You may as well not even exist at this school.."

That one, got to Bender. But he wouldn't let it show for the life of him. Biting down on his lip, his anger showed.

"Y'know I don't think I have to sit with you fucking dildos anymore..." Walking his way off, heated with anger at Scott, Bender climbed his way up to a portion of stairs, throwing text books and paper all out his way in his fit of rage. He had enough, and that was that. He really didn't need interogation to jump on his back once again. Especially from people around him, which just seemed to be a daily occurence. He couldn't escape it, anywhere he went.

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"Let's get the prom queen, impregnated." | Lydia & Bender

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"No, it really isn’t that fun John. My throat is aching each and every time. Jesus, how do people go through this more than the one time." Lydia groaned as she changed apps and started scrolling through Instagram. Heading through the teen mom tag just for that familiar sense of comfort. “You should be glad.”

Her laughter died out softly.

"I can hide it up until summer break, she or he should come during that time, but Scott and Stiles deserve to know Bender. They are my best friends. I’m going to have to tell my mom. I can’t just go into labor then tell her." She spoke softly as she placed a hand on her stomach. "But I don’t think I’ll be able to handle school much without you by my side, we need to tell people slowly."

"You obviously didn't get many hangovers before this, did 'ya? That probably would've helped in dealing." John shrugged at the idea. He was one to know a hangover, that was for sure. Throwing up in the morning, your head spinning, unable to concentrate at all wasn't all that fun. Adding on the symptoms of pregnancy to that - wouldn't be all that fun.

"Tell whoever you want, I don't care." It wasn't that he didn't care about their situation, it was more so that it didn't bother him that some other people would find out. "It's not like I've got anyone to tell, cause there sure ain't anyway I'm going back to my parents house, ever." He didn't care that they'd be grandparents. After the way how he was treated by them, there was no chance in hell he was going to let his kid be around that sort of influence. He wouldn't let it happen over again..

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"What the hell am I going to do?" John didn't have a clue on how to do this. He needed Lydia. They weren't supposed to end like this. She wasn't supposed to leave them with their daughter. He was just a fucked up kid on the road to redeeming himself, and now he was alone with a fragile little baby, depending on him for everything.

"Why, Lyds? Why.... I needed you."

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Scars Meme: John didn't mean to barge in on her, but he had no clue he'd be in the bathroom when he was. Seeing her bathgown drop as she went to step into the shower, he stopped her. His eyes ran over the scars on her back, his finger tracing it over. "Where's this from?"

Lydia’s hands were still holding onto her robe before she felt Johns hand trace down her ice skating accident scar. Bringing the robe around her body she put her wall up, defensively moving away. “Ice skating.” Her throat had closed up. That one accident had made her self conscience for the rest of her life. “Collided with another skater in competition, her blade ripped open my dress and my back. Have only been on the ice twice after.” She mumbled softly, turning to look at him. “Don’t ask again please. It’s one memory I hate.”

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