Claire’s POV
Something was being thrown at me. Gosh why can’t I just have a normal nap in class like all students do? Well I wouldn’t be sleeping if I slept last night, which brings me to my obnoxiously crazy neighbor who puts on loud music at 2 in the morning. I mean there are people who need sleep.
So then I sat up.
Blinked.
Blinked once more.
Then something was thrown at me again. I looked over to the direction that the crumbled paper was thrown from.
Oh who am I kidding?
It’s obviously Andrew freaking Clark.
And whatever his middle name is. –or maybe he does not have a middle name, who knows?
“What do you want?” I whispered to him.
“Open them,” he whispered back.
On. Date. Go. With. A. Me?
“On date go with a me?” I questioned confusingly.
“You’re not that stupid Claire.” He gave me the “are-you-for-real” look.
“Are you saying that I’m stupid?” I hissed back.
“That didn’t come out as planned okay! I was supposed to be annoyed at you.”
“Why are you annoyed at me? I’m the one who should be annoyed! You ruined my significant beauty sleep!”
“Ms. O’brien and Mr. Clark, is your conversation more important than my lesson?”
“Hell yeah it is bald man. I’m asking her on a date,” Andrew said casually.
“Ms. O’brien and Mr. Clark go to the principal’s office immediately.”
“But I-“
“Now.”
AGHHHHHHHHHHH. Curse the old hag and Clark. I didn’t even say anything to the old whateverhissurnamewas. Why did I have to go to the P’s office with this troublefuckingmaker? Wait, did Andrew said he was asking me on a date? Oh yeah. Go on a date with me. I can be that dense huh.
---------After the principal’s office therapy-------
“20 questions?” He asked eagerly.
“We’re not 5 Clark.”
“Favourite colour?” he ignored what I just said.
“Gold and white.”
“The dress is black and blue by the way.”
UGH are we seriously having this conversation about THE DRESS? I heard about it for like a week already. It’s obviously gold and white. I mean I saw the black and blue version and it was ug.ly.
(A/N: NO OFFENSE TO THE DRESS IT’S JUST THE CHARACTER’S OPINION.)
“Gold and white dude. Are you like color blind or what?” I hissed at him. I mean the dress is gold and white, I mean what I see is what it is right? Okay so now we have #TeamBlackandBlue and #TeamGoldandWhite. It’s a similar argument for Divergent vs. Hunger Games and The Sparkly Vampire vs. The Hot Shirtless Guy if you know what I mean.
(A/N: AND #TEAMCLANDREW VS #TEAMJAIRE)
“Its black and blue. End of discussion.” He responded sluggishly.
“Oh please. You are fucking color blind.”
“No need to get so into it. Just a normal dress. Anyway I’ll pick you up at 7 chocolate.”
And he waddles away, waddle waddle.
OMG THAT FUCKING DUCK SONG IS STUCK IN MY HEAD FOR SOME UNKNOWN REASON. OUT OF ALL SONGS, IT MUST BE THAT SONG?
Well that song is good.
No it’s not! It’s so fucking childish I can’t even.
Let’s be honest, it is good.
No it isn’t!
It is!
Great now I’m having an argument with my own self.
*insert poker face here*
Damn.
Then, I felt a tap on my shoulder.
Oh, it’s Jackson something Clark.
The fucking brother.
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