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May I request some fluffy/romantic Andrew Clark (The Breakfast Club) x female reader, please? Something like opposites attract where the reader is like a shy bookworm or something like that.. please and thank you! 💕

Opposites Attract

Pairing: Andrew Clark x Reader

Warnings: Some very mild language

Summary: When school athlete Andrew Clark and bookworm Y/N Y/L/N are paired up for a book report, they grow closer despite the fact that they couldn't be more different.

Word Count: 1.4K

Request?: Yes!

This is my senior year. Three years ago seemed like it was only yesterday. It was difficult to believe that I would be away at college around this time next year. High school, in my opinion, was overrated. It was simply a hangout for the popular to get a kick out of life before the rigors of college. Whereas the shy people were frequently left behind. I was one of the shy students. It's not like I cared. I'd rather be reading a book at home than passed out drunk on the side of the road. I wasn't a fan of living on the edge. On the first day of senior year, I was sitting in a desk, fully prepared for the first assignment of the year.

"I hope you all read The Grapes of Wrath this summer... because you have a five-page book report due on it."

All around me, groans erupted.

"Today is your first day... So I'll go easy on you. If you want, you can do this with a partner."

Shit.

You would much rather do this on your own. But if there was one thing everyone knew about you, it was that you were a voracious reader. You knew that in two seconds someone would ask-

“You wanna be partners?”

My attention was drawn to the voice.

Oh my goodness... Andrew Clark, did he just ask to be my partner?

Andrew Clark, your high school's top athlete. He was unquestionably attending college on a scholarship. Every single girl, including myself, had a crush on him. Only a fool would pass up this chance.

"Oh, sure! I'd love to work with you!"

It was difficult to maintain eye contact with him. As I stared down at my desk, his beautiful eyes bore into my skull.

"Cool!"

He moved his seat closer to mine.

How did I miss him sitting next to me today?

"I'm sorry to disappoint you... but I haven't actually read the book."

I needed something to keep my hands busy so that it wasn't obvious that I was nervously fidgeting. I reached into my desk for my copy of The Grapes of Wrath.

"That shouldn't be an issue... I've read this book at least ten times."

Andrew leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed across his chest.

"Since you're the expert, could you give me a brief description?"

I wanted him to like me. I knew it was probably wishful thinking, but it was nice to think he asked me to be partners because he thought I was attractive or interesting.

"I can do the writing! I don't mind at all! It's not like I have anything to do tonight!"

I laughed uncomfortably at my poor attempt at a joke, my gaze darting all over the place except where it met his.

Andrew scoffed.

"Not way! I'm not going to let you do the entire project all by yourself!"

He leaned in close, a little too close for comfort.

"Come on... tell me about the book so I can at least be a little helpful."

You jerked your head up, forcing yourself to look at him so he didn't think you were strange.

He was stunning. He didn't even have to make an effort. He was dressed in a blue tank top that showed off his slightly toned arms. It was just the right amount of tight and loose. In the bright light of the classroom, his blonde hair shined. Behind his eyes, there was a glimmer. Even if it was pitch black outside, they seemed to shine. When I snapped back to reality, I began giving him a brief description of the book. He was paying close attention. I could tell he was genuinely concerned about this report, no matter how insignificant it was in the grand scheme of things. This was the first time I felt at ease in the presence of a guy.

The period ended sooner than I had anticipated.

Andrew stood in front of my desk.

"I hope to talk to you later, Y/N."

Andrew Clark wanted to talk to me later?!

"I'd love to talk later!"

With a stray scrap of paper from a notebook, I had bookmarked a page in The Grapes of Wrath.

"Can I see that book real quick?"

I nodded and passed the book over to him. He took a pen from his back pocket and removed the cap with his teeth. He flipped open the book and scribbled something on my bookmark. He closed the book, capped the pen, and slid it back over to me.

He smirked, winked, and turned to walk away. I felt my heart flutter slightly.

I opened the book to the bookmark page. "Call me later, maybe?" was written on the bookmark along with a number.

I couldn't believe what had just happened to me. During the bus ride home, I couldn’t stop thinking about today. I dashed through my front door, frantically running up the stairs. The white landline phone in my room was waiting for me to dial Andrew Clark's number. I picked it up with one hand while dialing the number on my bookmark with the other.

It rang... once... twice... three times...

On the other end of the line, I heard someone pick up the phone.

"Clark residence. Andrew speaking."

I smiled, happy to hear his voice.

"Hello, Andrew! It's Y/N!"

"If it isn't my adorable bookworm friend! What’s up?"

I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was smiling. It made me grin even wider.

"Not a lot!"

It was always much easier to speak with someone over the phone. You didn't have to be concerned about how you appeared or where your gaze went.

"When are we going to start working on the report?"

I laid in my bed, twisting the phone cord between my fingers.

"I'll be gone for the majority of this week. Sports stuff. But I'll continue to write the report while I'm away. Then maybe we can go over it again on Friday... over dinner?"

Dinner.

I closed my eyes and imagined myself having dinner with Andrew.

"That sounds fantastic."

"I know the perfect place."

It was common knowledge that the Clark family had a bit more money than average. It was certain that wherever he planned to take you for dinner would be amazing.

"I'll see you Friday..."

On the other end of the line, Andrew laughed softly.

"Friday. 6 p.m."

We both said our goodbyes and hung up the phone.

*Friday*

Andrew was absent from school, and it seemed as if Friday would never arrive. But the long-awaited date with Andrew had finally come.

I didn't know what to wear, so I wore a Y/F/C dress that fell just below my knees. It was skin tight until it flared out at the waist. I left my hair natural.

I examined myself in the mirror. I looked good enough by my standards, but I hoped I looked good enough for Andrew.

I looked at the time: 6 p.m. A car honked.

The timing was impeccable.

My heels clacked as I walked down the stairs. I took a deep breath and slowly opened the front door. Andrew was wearing a freshly pressed blue suit and was leaning on his red Ford Mustang. He looked at me with an open mouth and wide eyes. I walked over to his car, a blush on my cheeks.

"You look beautiful."

He took your hand from your side and kissed your knuckles lightly. You smiled, and he smiled back. Showcasing his perfect teeth. In typical gentleman fashion, he opened the door for you. He sat in the driver's seat, taking my hand in his. After starting the engine, he placed his free hand on the steering wheel.

On the way to the restaurant, we talked about school, life, and the few books Andrew had read. When we arrived, he assisted me in getting out of the car. We arrived at a very formal restaurant. I'm glad I decided to get dressed up. Andrew had reserved a small room in the back of the restaurant. We were cut off from the rest of the restaurant when the doors closed. It was peaceful and relaxing. The perfect date began when we both took our seats.

"Should we look over the report?"

Andrew gave a happy grin.

"I didn't come here to discuss the book report, darling."

I gave a sweet smile.

"Yes, I thought so. I didn't come here to discuss the report, either."

We ate some of the most delicious food I'd ever had in my life. Andrew would frequently flash me happy smiles, and after we finished eating, he reached across the table and to take my hand in his. He rose to his feet, bringing me with him.

"What are we doing?"

I inquired, softly chuckling.

"I made a special request."

Music started playing as he closed his mouth to finish his sentence. It was a slow jazz song, probably from the 1950s. He drew me in, taking my right hand in his. We had taken the traditional waltz position. I felt his breath on my face. We were close. Closer than we had been on that fateful day in class.

"Can you waltz?" He asked.

I shook my head.

"I've never been much of a dancer."

He encircled my waist with both of his hands. I took his lead and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"So let's just relax tonight. I'll teach you how to waltz one of these days."

I pictured myself waltzing with Andrew. He's swinging me around his room while we're both giggling hysterically. With a smile on his face, he would forgive my mistakes and do his best to correct them. All the while, smooth jazz like this plays in the background. We hardly notice it because we are so engrossed in each other's gaze.

He drew me in even closer, our bodies touching. My head rests on his shoulder.

He leaned his head against mine. My heart would have been racing if I had been dancing with any other man. Yet with Andrew, I was completely calm . As he rocked me back and forth, I felt the warmth of his body. We swayed slowly, breathing evenly, and our hearts beat in unison. I wouldn't be anywhere else at that time. Andrew Clark and I were slow dancing. We'd probably go to different colleges and have our own lives in a year. Despite that thought looming in the back of my mind, something told me we'd never forget what happened tonight. Tonight was a night for us to dance with someone we both loved. We were both happy. I wasn't concerned about the future because I was as happy as I could be tonight. Tonight would last forever in both of our minds, like being engraved in stone.

We didn't stop dancing when the music stopped.

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed! Make sure to request!

-J

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