Hey! I saw you did a fanfic about John bender from the breakfast club and I was wondering if you could do one about Andrew Clark? Don’t need anything specific I just need one. Please?
Hi! I know this took so long and I'm so sorry!
But here's an Andrew Clark Fan Fic!
Muse
Andrew Clark x Reader
Word Count: 4,445
TW: This fan fic does have spice! And mentions of smoking weed
Here you were. Outside of Shermer High. Your boring highschool. You're walking quietly through the halls, making your way towards the library for your mandatory Saturday detention.
You couldn't even really be mad that you're walking these halls on a Saturday morning. But your parents sure were. They were livid. Their sweet daughter who had never gotten into any significant trouble caused mayhem at school and got detention. You didn't really care though. You wanted to break some rules. Cause you were sick and tired of doing nothing wrong all the time. That's exactly why when your teacher Mrs. Gonzalez or should you say Ms. Jade was embarrassing a student for her grade in front of the class you decided to step in and put her in her place.
Sure you were always a people pleaser and never liked to say anything bad about people but lately you'd been caring less. You had mumbled under your breath that this was the exact reason her husband was divorcing her. And when she asked you to speak louder you did. In front of the whole class you said this was the reason why her husband was divorcing her.
Well she didn't take kindly to that and gave you Saturday detention.
But to be completely fair you would've kept quiet and just clenched your jaw on any regular day but you had heard earlier that day that Andrew Clark had gotten detention. For doing something to this kid on his wrestling team.
But when you heard that you made it your mission to get Saturday detention. Because you'd been trying to find a way to get close to Andrew because you've had a massive crush on him for years. 3 to be exact. But you'd never gotten close to him because your social groups don't exactly… well aligned.
He's obviously a popular Jock who's always hanging around in the cool crowd and with the popular kids. Always going to parties with his Jock friends, where he sometimes drinks if it won't affect his ability to wrestle the next day.
But you on the other hand-
You're not a complete loser. But you're definitely not as popular as him. You've got your own little group of friends that you hang out with sometimes. And it's not that you don't want to go to parties and drink and have a fun time. But you've always been too scared to go against your parents because you're always behaving and that's what they expect of you now.
And you want to break that cycle. So that's what you're doing.
You walk into the library. It smells like books and depression. If that's even possible.
You see two rows of three tables. Everyone is already there. Including Andrew.
You hurry and sit down at the back table. The last seat…
Claire Standish, The Princess is sitting in the left front row, filling her nails like she could care less.
Next John Bender, The Criminal is sitting on the left side to, right behind Claire and in front of you. He has a smug smirk on his face like he always does as he carves “Go to Hell” on the desk as he occasionally looks at Claire.
Then you have Allison Reynolds, The Basket Case. She's in the back row with you but on the right side. She's hiding in this big winter coat that she has on. Not much different from how she hides in school in general.
Then in front of her also in the right row is Brian Johnson, The Brian. He's nervously fidgeting with his fingers and looking around. You have to admit you were surprised when you saw him here. What could he have possibly done?
And last but definitely not least Andrew Clark, The Athlete. He was sitting in the front row on the right side. He was messing with his jacket zipper zipping it up and down like he couldn't care less he has to spend the next several hours in here.
You sit there silently until Principal Vernon walks in. His walk is really confident for a high school principal who bullies his students any chance he gets, you think to yourself.
He walks to the front of the desk that all of y'all are sitting in. He clears his throat and starts to speak.
“Well- I see we have all the delinquents here.” He says with a grin on his face. You roll your eyes discreetly and look down at the table.
“You will be spending the next several hours here. But don't worry. You won't just be sitting- you'll be writing an essay. No less than 1,000 words about who you think you are.”
He hands out paper and a pencil to each one of y'all and explains that he'll be in earshot and that he's leaving the library door open and he'll be in his office.
Once he leaves the library is quiet for a second, you pick up your pencil and are about to start writing when John Bender stands up quite loudly and crumbles up his paper and throws it across the room, his pencil right after it.
You watch the items as they drop to the ground then your eyes shift back to Bender who's already on top of the table and ready to make a big announcement.
“Are we all really gonna just sit here?” He says looking around. His eyes land on Claire who looks like she's already ready to leave. “What about you princess?” He says walking over to her seat. “What do you suggest we do?”
Claire rolls her eyes but before she can say anything Andrew's voice cuts in. “Leave her alone, Bender.” He says looking over at them.
Your stomach twists with butterflies. And you don't even know why. You're not the one he's defending. But you can't help but stare at him. John scoffs and rolls his eyes. They get into a bit of an argument that you can't process as you stare at your crushes face.
The day goes on and of course y'all don't write shit on the essay. Right now you're wandering around the library looking at random books when you see Andrew. He's sitting by himself on the couch. He looks like he's in deep thought. You can't help but stare a second at him. Wondering what he's thinking about. What if he was thinking of you?
Your thoughts are interrupted by a voice that makes you jump.
“You seem to have a lot of interest in him.”
You spin around. Allison.
“You scared me-” You say, clutching your chest. She walks a little closer. “Sorry- I was just walking around and saw you staring at… Andrew.”
You look at Andrew then back at her. “Yeah. I was.” You say a little nervous. Why does she wanna know? Why does she care.
She nods. “You should go talk to him.” She says softly then turns away and walks off. What a short weird conversation you just had. You think for a minute and decide she's right. Maybe you should just put all your worries away and go talk to him.
But when you turn back around he's no longer there. Your stomach twists uncomfortably. You missed your chance…
You walk around a little bit then find all of them on the floor talking and smoking weed. You raise an eyebrow at first but then John turns to you.
“Care to join us doll?”
You roll your eyes at the name. But still go to sit down. “Sure.” You say as you look for somewhere to sit. And the only spot open in the circle is next to Andrew. You swallow your nerves and just sit casually.
You look over at him and smile. And he smiles back. You feel your guts jump and your face heat up. You quickly turn away and look at Claire who's talking about what she did to get in here. Eventually Brian whose high off his ass (shocker to you) hands you the weed. You'd never smoked weed before. Like you said. You've been a good child all your life. But you said to yourself that that was gonna change. And you're keeping that promise.
You bring it to your lips and without thinking inhale deeply and let it sit for a second. You end up coughing like a maniac for a few seconds. Andrew smiles and pats you on the back. You feel your face flush even more knowing his hand is on your back.
“Are you good?” He asks taking the weed from your hands. “Y-Yeah-” You say, face red for multiple reasons.
He nods and takes a puff himself.
The hours go by quickly. You all find a new understanding of each other and what everyone's home life's are like.
You and Andrew start talking and become friends. You talk about school and your life's and more. When it's time to go each of you pack up your things. You all leave now having made somewhat friends with each other.
A few months later. You and Andrew have grown to become close friends despite your differences. You guys always hang out in school and talk in school. You have late night calls together obviously in secret from your parents. Your feelings are getting stronger by the day.
One day you're in the back of Biology class with Andrew and see him doing something in a red notebook. You smile.
“What are you doing in there?” You ask playfully. To your surprise he immediately closed the notebook and panicked. “Nothing-” He says a little too urgently. You raise an eyebrow but don't pry. “Ok…”
After that you two go on talking like nothing happened.
“I'm dreading going to History.” He says looking at the bell. It's his next period. You smile. “You'll do fine on the test. Plus it's the last period then you don't have to be in school anymore.” You bump his shoulder slightly.
You've become more comfortable with him over the past few months. “Yeah- that's true.” He sighs. The bell rings and he picks up his bag. “See you later. I'll call you!” He says rushing out because his History class is on the other side of the building. “Wait you forgot your-” And he's gone. You look down at his notebook that he didn't want you to see what he was doing in.
You sigh. “I'll give it back to him Monday I guess…” You whisper to yourself. You put the notebook in your bag and head off to your next class.
You get home later that day and go straight to your room. Your mom and dad aren't home yet because they work later. You set your bag by your desk and sigh. You walk to your bathroom and decide to take a shower.
A couple hours later. You're sitting on your bed watching whatever movie is on. To be honest, you're not paying attention. You're just staring at the red notebook in your hands. The one Andrew doesn't want you seeing what's inside it. You've seen him doing something in it since you became friends, you just don't know what. He always angles it away from you.
Your thoughts are interrupted with a call. From Andrew. You pick up. “Hey-” you say your mind coming back into focus from spacing out so long. “Hey-” he responds. He sounds a little panicked. “You good? You sound really panicked right now.” Your full attention is now on the call.
His voice cuts through. “No- I just- I lost that red notebook. Like I can't find it anywhere. Do you know where it could be?” You go silent for a second before responding. “Yeah- I actually have it. You forgot it in Bio and I grabbed it. Thought I could give it back to you Monday.”
He goes silent for a second. “Please don't look in it- and could you come swing by my house or something to give it back?” You lean back in your bed. “Remember I have strict parents. They're not going to let me go over to a boy's house to give back his notebook. I shouldn't even have your number but I honestly don't care.”
He sighs and goes silent for a moment. “You know how you said you wanted to be rebellious?” He asks. “Yeah… what about it?” You ask as you look down at the notebook. “Well I'm going to this party tonight. You should come. We could meet up and you could give me the notebook. We could make a whole night out of it.”
You think for a second before sighing. “Fine. When and where?” You ask. He tells you it's at one of your classmates' houses and it starts at 10:00. You both tell each other goodbye before hanging up.
Your heart thumps slightly as you lower the volume of the TV and listen to your parents' movement downstairs. You're nervous to sneak out for the first time but you're also excited. You've never been to a party before and you're a senior.
You put the party in the back of your mind to worry about later. Right now you're staring down at the red notebook in your hands that your best friend doesn't want you to open.
You know you shouldn't but you wanna know what he's been hiding from you. So over your better judgment you open it and your mouth drops.
Drawing upon drawing of different objects. And they're really good. Random sketches of flowers, books, trees and more. You flip through the pages and stop on a particular one. It's a drawing of a girl. That girl being you.
Your stomach fills with butterflies as you flip to the next page. Another drawing of you. You flip to a few more pages and they're all of you.
You quickly close the notebook and sit there for a moment. Silent. Then you look at the clock on your nightstand and it's time to get ready for the party. And… maybe confront Andrew about this.
You're outside of your classmates house. You decided to get a little dressed up. You did some light make and did your hair in a way you liked. You wore a well fitted short dress that was definitely out of your comfort zone and you wore some tennis shoes. Because you don't own heels.
You take a deep breath and walk in. The house is packed with drunk classmates and people you haven't seen before. Everyone is dancing, drinking and flirting with each other. The music is blasting as you try and push your way through the crowds of people.
You eventually make it to the kitchen and see Andrew by the drinks. You squeeze the notebook that's in your hand and walk over.
Andrew sees you walking over and smiles. “Hey- you made it!” He says louder than necessary. He's already gotta buzz. You can tell. “Hey- yeah I did… oh! Here's your notebook.” You say as you go to give it to him.
He quickly grabs it and smiles goofy but you can tell there's major relief behind the goofiness.
“So- Andrew I wanted to-” But before you can finish he hands you a drink and drags you onto the dance floor.
You stumble slightly but follow. You go to the living room where most people are. You take a sip of your drink and cough. He smiles sweetly and tucks a strand of loose hair of yours behind your ear. He gets close and whispers in your ear.
“You're really pretty. You know that?” You almost choke on your drink when he says that. Your cheeks flush pink and you can feel it. He continues dancing and you just stand there.
You feel really bad. You know you should tell him but God you just wanna live in the moment. You've liked him for so long. But you know you have to tell him.
“Andrew-” He turns to you. “I looked in your notebook.” After a moment you continue. “I saw the drawings of me.”
He stops dancing and his cheeks go slightly rosy. He grabs your hand. “Let's talk outside.” He says dragging you outside.
You go to his car because you walked to the party. You sit in the passenger's seat and he sits in the driver's seat. After a moment of silence he speaks.
“You went through my journal? I asked you not to-” You fidget with your hands because you feel terrible.
“Andrew- I know and I'm sorry. But the drawings were good-” He interrupts you. “You can't tell anyone about this, ok?” He sounds panicked.
You quickly nod agreeing. “Of course. I would never tell anyone…” You look over at him and he looks mortified and scared that someone knows what's in that notebook.
“Good- because I'm supposed to be the strong athlete. The guy who fights to solve problems. Not a guy who… fucking draws.” He runs a hand through his hair. You frown softly. You set your hand on his.
“You know you can be both. You don't have to be just one or the other. You don't have to fight when you're angry. You don't have to be… strong all the time.”
When he looks at you he looks relieved that you didn't judge.
“Thank you… it's just my dad's been drilling that in my whole life.” You squeeze his hand and silence follows.
The silence is comfortable and lasts a few seconds before his eyes wander to your lips. You look at his to.
You feel your throat tighten. Is this the moment? Is this it?
But before you can think further Andrew leans in and kisses you.
You only let yourself be shocked for a moment before kissing back.
This kiss starts out sweet and polite. His lips move against yours softly and politely. But after a while the kiss grows slightly more demanding. His hand wanders to your waist, squeezing it softly making you gasp.
You pull back slightly breathless as you look into his blue eyes. He looks into your eyes and swallows hard. But the nervousness in him doesn't last for long.
He moves slightly closer and cups the right side of your face and whispers your name softly. “Can I take you home? I promise… we'll go slow if you need to.”
Your stomach twists with nervousness and excitement and your face heats. But you trust Andrew and this is what you've been waiting for, for literally years!
“Yeah-” You respond with a soft smile.
You both arrive at his house. On the way to his house he explained that his parents were away so that wouldn't be a problem.
You both go up to his room. You look around his room and see trophies for wrestling matches and sports posters on the walls. You look at his desk and see the scrunchie you gave him one time and smile.
You hear the door shut and turn around. Things are awkward for a few seconds before Andrew breaks the silence with a nervous laugh.
“So…” He says while sitting on his bed rubbing the back of his neck. You smile and sit next to him. “So?...” You say back softly.
“Are you sure you wanna do this? I don't wanna pressure you into doing anything. Or get you in trouble with your strict parents.” He looks so sincere you can't help but smile. “I'm sure.” You respond softly.
Before you can let yourself overthink this you unzip the back of your dress and slide it down to your waist. His eyes wander down and you flush slightly. He takes off his shirt to reveal his muscular build.
You can't help but let your eyes wonder. You look back at him and give him an encouraging look.
He lays you down and climbs on top of you and kisses your neck softly. Peppering kisses all over. You lay back and close your eyes… savoring the feeling.
You gasp softly as he kisses your pulse point. He grins when he hears you gasp. “I wanna hear it again…” He whispers.
His hands slithered down to your dress that's bunched up around the waist.
“Let me help with that…” He whispers and slips the rest of your dress off your body. You feel exposed but safe.
He looks back at you and kisses you deeply. Then asks one more time. “Are you sure?”
When you give him the nod that's when it all begins. He takes off his jeans and his boxers and you try to not let your eyes wander. He then gently takes off your panties and you look up at the ceiling trying not to make eye contact.
When he's done you sit up and clip off your bra throwing it on the floor. It's dark and you can't really see so you don't know where it landed.
He looks you up and down admiring you. You flush and look him up and down. Your cheeks flush when you look at his dick. You quickly look back up at his face.
He smiles and that relaxes your nerves a bit.
“I can tell you're nervous. But I'll be gentle. I promise.” He whispers and lays you down. He kisses your neck and then kisses down. You can't help but let out a soft gasp as you feel his lips move down your body.
He's very light and gentle with his touch which makes you want more. He moves back up your body and looks into your eyes before pushing in slowly.
You can't help but grip the sheets and moan. He smiles and holds himself up with his right hand while stroking your face with his left hand.
“You're doing so good sweetheart.” He says softly as he bottoms out.
You gasp softly gripping the sheets. It takes you a little time to adjust. And while you do He kisses you and whispers praises in your ear.
Once you're adjusted he starts moving. It's a weird feeling at first. Of course it was your first time doing it.
After a while you both come really close to reaching your climax. And when you do it's bliss. You moan loudly and he groans as he slightly collapses on you.
After a minute of sitting in the sensation he pulls out and pulls you close. He whispers to you how you did so well as he strokes your hair. You snuggle into him and kiss his chest.
“Goodnight sweetheart…” He whispers softly wrapping you in his arms. “Goodnight…” You whisper back as the sleepiness takes over.
You wake up the next morning in a daze. You forget where you are for a second until you see Andrew's chest that you're snuggled into. You quickly sit up as what you did seeps in.
You lost your virginity, snuck out, disobeyed like 10 different rules your parents had for you.
You quickly get up and start collecting your stuff. Andrew wakes up when you rush out of bed.
“What are you doing?...” He asks sleepily rubbing his eyes. “I have to go-” You say panicked. “My parents are probably so mad. I- I-”
“Sweetheart. Calm down. They might not even know your gone. And if they do… why don't you just stay with me for a little longer.” He says patting the spot you were in a few seconds ago.
“But-” He interrupts. “Come on. Just a few more minutes.”
You give in after a second and set your clothes down. You lay back in the bed and he snakes his arms around you like a cocoon.
“If I'm staying you have to take me on a date.” You whisper, smiling against his chest. “Oh do I?” He asks smiling down at you. You look up and nod. “Yeah- it's the least you could do after what we did last night.” You say and tilt your head.
He smiles. “Ok… I guess I'm taking you on a date.” You smile widely and snuggle back into him.
You wanted to go for a picnic by a lake so that's what you both did. Your dress wasn't right for the outdoors so you packed it in a bag and he let you wear his sweater and sweatpants.
You arrive at the spot and set up. You both eat and throw rocks into the lake trying to skip them but filling miserably.
After a while you pull out something from the basket. It's his red notebook. He smiles.
“Whyd you bring that?” He asks. You give it to him and sit down. “I want you to draw me.” You say as you pose in a natural looking position. “Why?” He asks with a chuckle.
You roll your eyes. “I wanna be your muse…” You say simply and smile. He sighs smiling and picks up the pencil.
After 20 minutes he stops. “I'm done.” He says smiling. You smile to and walk over. “let me see.” You say excited.
He turns the notebook to face you and you see the drawing. It looks amazing to say the least. He caught the scenery and you perfectly.
“Andrew… this is amazing. Really.” You kiss him. “Thank you.”
He smiles and cups your face. “Of course. Wouldn't wanna draw anything else.”
You both pack up the date and he ends up driving you home.
When you get to your drive way before you get out he hands you the bag with your dress in it and rips out the page he drew of you today.
“Here.” He says softly. Now when you see this you'll think of me.” You smile and kiss him. “Thank you Andrew…” You whisper before taking a deep breath. “Wish me luck.” You say your hand on the door handle.
He wishes you luck and kisses you one more time before you leave.
When you walk in the house your parents look furious. They yell at you for 20 minutes before taking your phone and sending you to your room. But you couldn't care less.
When you get to your room you unfold the picture that Andrew gave to you and put it on your desk and smile. You lay in your bed remembering everything you did.
You felt alive… and happy. You can smell Andrew's scent on his clothes which makes you smile even more.
Sure your grounded for life and probably won't get your phone back for a month or so.
But none of that matters.
Because now you have Andrew and a new sense of freedom.
Ok thank you for reading gorgeous! I hope you enjoyed it! Have a good day/night!
