Before fame; a 5sos fanfic

Chapter 9

Clarissa:

I was hugely uncomfortable.

Logan had me pinned against my locker, his lips trailing gross, sloppy kisses down my neck. I tried to push him off me, but even though I was just as strong as him, if not stronger, I was not in the mood for a public fight. I knew, if I pushed him down, he would cause one. He purred and smiled against my skin, making my stomach churn. I felt gross, having him all over me, all day. He knew how much I hated sloppy kisses, he knew how much I hated kissing in public, and he was doing both.

Asshole.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Luke walk up to Logan. He looked mad...really mad. I struggled against Logan, trying to get him off me before he and Luke caused a scene, but he held tight. I pushed at him, but he shoved me harder against the locker and kissed me again.

This was so over.

I brought my knee up, hitting him in the stomach. He grunted and pushed off me, a strangled "what the hell?!" escaping his mouth. Luke pulled me into a hug, shielding me from Logan, knowing full well what happened when he got angry.

Luke's P.O.V:

Logan used to be in anger management classes, and still occasionally visited a therapist. He was good at hiding it, but those closest to him knew that he still had major anger issues. Therapy didn't do shit. When he got mad, he'd hurt someone, that 'someone' sometimes being himself. He used to feel bad about it, and had low confidence, but as time went on he stopped caring how other people felt and his ego grew, faster than a weed. The only things he cared about now were his bad-ass reputation, sex, cigarettes, money for alcohol and black hair dye. And respect. He was always telling people to respect him, which was very irritating because he was the last person to deserve respect. He deserved the knee-in-the-gut Clarissa had just given him. Go, team Hood!

Yeah, I'm weird.

Sue me.

Clarissa buried her head in the crook of my neck, her hair tickling my chin. Logan was fuming. I mean, you could practically see steam coming from his ears. Clarissa was shaking. Clarissa was never scared. Never.

Well then, why the hell is she shaking, dumbass? Clearly, she gets scared.

My mind is very mean to me sometimes.

I rubbed her back soothingly, while Logan just stood there, face turning red as he thought of how to make her pay for her sins. She wouldn't look up at his face. I kissed the top of her head but all of a sudden she wasn't hugging me anymore, she was in her brothers arms and Logan was nowhere to be seen. He just....disappeared....into thin air.

I'm so cliche today.

I caught sight of a bright head in the crowd of people and waved Michael over. He smiled but his gaze drifted to Mrs. Scared-shitless Clarissa Hood and his grin turned upside down.

Cliche enough for you?

Michael patted her on the back awkwardly, not knowing the situation and therefore not knowing how to comfort her. She smiled and kissed his hand, like the Prince in all the Disney movies, and he laughed at her genuine weirdness. She was very... refreshing.

Different.

Limited edition?

I don't know how to explain it, she was just unlike any other girl. In every way.

Oh, Lord. These cliche metaphors are getting out of hand.

I caught a glimpse of Logan's black hair in the crowd of students and hurried after him, my feet moving on their own accord. I reached him just before he disappeared out the fire escape door. A sign said that an alarm would sound upon the opening of the door, but the sign lied. He pushed through the door and I followed. He hadn't noticed me yet, or maybe he just didn't give a shit. I jerked him back as he started to walk faster, making him spin around to face me.

"What?!" He practically shouted, his eyebrows furrowed. I pittied him; he looked...sad. Well, maybe sad wasn't the right word. He looked like he had just realized that he let Satan out of his cage, and helped him spring from hell. He looked mad, sad, ashamed, surprised, there were a lot of emotions on his face, and they were hard to decipher. His eyes were brimming with tears and his mouth was pressed into a thin line. He looked really distraught, and I almost felt bad for him.

Almost.

He shrugged my hand off his shoulder and took a step back. He looked like he was going to run away from me. I didn't know what to do. Try to make him feel better, or get mad at him for...well, being him. Getting mad didn't seem like the best idea, because he already looked ready to snap. I really, really wanted to, though. He deserved the worst, but I, being the wimp I am, didn't want to get attacked by Mr. Anger Management, thank you very much. He was scary sometimes, and not one part of me is afraid to admit that. The kid could take down a dump truck when he got mad.

"What do you want, Lukey?" He sneered, stepping closer. His nose almost touched mine and his eyes swirled with anger. I didn't say anything, just started into his eyes, being as intimidating as I could be. His mood got worse and the steam started blowing out of his ears again. He pushed me back by my shoulder and I stumbled, almost falling. Suddenly arms were around my waist, steadying me and pulling me away from Logan. I turned around to see Clarissa, arms wrapped tightly around my waist as she stared over my shoulder, at Logan. I looked at him as well. Michael, Ashton, and Calum were standing in front of him, talking calmly while Logan steamed. He leveled them all with dirty looks and lunged forward, grabbing Michael by the front of his shirt and getting up in his face. Clarissa grabbed my hand tightly in hers, pulling me along with her as she ran to Michael's rescue. Logan saw her coming and stomped up to her, after throwing Michael to the ground. She pushed me away and I stumbled, almost falling over until someone grabbed my arm to steady me. Looking up, I expected to see Calum or Ashton, but I was surprised to discover Sam, looking at Clarissa with a mixed look of love and regret. She stood in front of Logan, her shoulders squared and both of their hands clenched into fists.

Oh no.

She wanted to fight him?!

What. The. Hell.

I tried to run to her and pull her away, but she glanced at me as if she knew what I was thinking and shook her head. I stilled, Sam's hand still holding my upper arm. Clarissa hadn't noticed him yet, which was probably a good thing. If she had seen him, she would get distracted and Logan would gain the upper hand. Logan swung first, but Clarissa knew him well enough and had seen him in enough fights to know all his moves. She blocked his blow easily, and threw a low blow of her own. Her fist connected with his gut and she took a few steps back when he doubled over, not wanted to get into a real fight, just wanting to let him know that he was done. He took this as a sign of weakness, though, and lunged for her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and tackled her to the ground. She gasped when she made impact, like she had gotten the wind knocked out of her. Logan laughed, straddling her, but he didn't hit her. He just held her there, until she got her hand free of his and punched him in the eye. He rolled off her and she stumbled to me, not looking where she was going. She kept her eyes on Logan as she walked, and I rushed forward to wrap my arms around her. She slumped against me, and I fell to the ground with the weight of her. She fell, landing on her stomach on top of me. I caught Sam's eye, and I swear he looked jealous. He smiled a little, fake smile and turned, preparing to walk away. Clarissa sprang up, straightened her shirt and chased after him. They were a few yards away, so I couldn't hear what they were saying. They conversed for a few minutes while the boys and I stood warily, watching Logan scamper away, a hand over his quickly swelling eye. When I turned back to Sam and Clarissa, they had their arms wrapped around each other tightly. They stood there, hugging, for almost five minutes before Sam pulled away, kissed her on the forehead, and ran off. Clarissa walked back to us slowly, arms wrapped around herself, as if she was cold or scared. Calum wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his side, but she didn't move at all. We walked to the Hood house, skipping last period. Clarissa went straight to the couch and curled into a ball. Michael wrapped a blancet around her shoulders and Ashton cuddled with her for a bit, but eventually she told them to put a movie on. She laid on her stomach on the floor and watched the movie with interest, every so often pausing it to use the washroom or get a snack. She was okay after the movie, laughing and joking like her usual self. She fell asleep in her brothers arms at 10:45, so Michael, Ashton and I went home. The walk home was long, dark and creepy, the shadows all seemed to move and everyone managed to look evil. Finally, I was in my bed, curled under the covers with Clarissa on my mind.