Today was sat at my desk waiting for Clay to show up to class hoping he'd have something for me to build my description off of. Tapping my pen anxiously against my desk, I stare at the door hoping that the next person to enter the room was him.
My book was open, the image plastered in my mind rather than physically in my book.
A minute turns into five, then ten. For someone I found myself almost pleading for his arrival. Which is strange because it wasn't an angry plead, like if he arrived i'd beat the shit out of him. it was a cry, a begging, that kind of plead, for him to hurry up and get to class so i could get his help. I could have sworn that I saw him this morning.
Miss Park stared at me, noticing that I hadn't written anything besides the date in my book. Her judgemental eyes not budging until my pen touched the paper, I had no idea what to write. Should I throw Clay under the bus and drop his name? Do I just say how bad the memory was?
I look back up and see Miss Park talking with another student, I sit back in my chair pulling out my phone and scrolling for his contact.
Clayton The Cunt
where the fuck are you? i need your help clay.
delivered
Where the fuck was this fucking knobhead. I stare blankly at my page, trying to paint a mental picture of the page and failing. My phone vibrated and I reach for it immediately, "Miss Y/l/n" I look up to see Miss Park standing over me.
"Miss Park" I say surprised, laughing nervously "why haven't I seen you use that pen yet?" she asks grabbing my book "I wrote the date???" I say confused "you get what I mean y/n." she hands me back the book "I'm waiting for Clayton. He's here just not here." I sigh rolling my eyes "what do you need his help for?" she asks.
Why did I need his help? To write the description, obviously. But it was my bad memory, so it would have to come from my mind, my experience. Why did I need him? I didn't.
"He's suppose to help. He's my partner." I lie. "Where is he? He better not be skipping my class-" "he's not, i saw him this morning he looked sort of ill." I cut her off, what the fuck?
Did I just make up and excuse to cover for his sorry ass. When in the fuck. Never again am I covering for this motherfucker. He owes me.
First break finally came around and Brie was sitting at our usual spot, so I slowly made my way to her across the long ass field. The Ultimate Bitch still hadn't responded to my message, even though it irritated me to my core it wasn't enough for me to hunt him down since I don't need him. I just wanted him to be there so he could help. What a cunt.
Brie looks up from her phone and smiles, then her smile immediately turns to a frown and I throw my hands up mouthing "why the frown face?" and she points at me? behind me? but by the time I managed to clock where she was point someone grabs my hand and spins me around to face them.
"y/n i-" "what the fuck clayton" I say snatching my hand out of his grip "where the fuck were you" I punch his chest, it was only lightly but it pissed him off... I could tell from the immediate change of his face.
"i was fucking around alright." he whispers "fucking around as in??" I question him and he brings one hand up to the back of his neck "making out with her? obviously" he shrugs and I roll my eyes "i thought you said you weren't trying to fail." i stare at him with a blank expression "im not y/n" he sighs "well where the fuck were you, at least i showed up to the library you dim witted cunt." I say to him and he rolls his eyes.
"What did you want?" he asks "Well I fucking sorted it didn't I, I mean I had 45 minutes without a partner to think about how the fuck I'm supposed to do this." I say sarcastically "and the sarcastic thing" he shakes his head "wow he catches on." my voice became vocally agitated as did the look on my face "what did you want y/n? atleast im asking now." he says, I could tell Brie's eyes were on us. Starting intently, trying to lip read the both of us.
"pathetic." I scoff before turning to walk off, he grabs my hand pulling me back once more. This time he pulled me harder, closer. My face so close to his, his lips so close to mine... not that I was thinking about that shit. "what was it" his voice had turned low, he still hadn't let go of my hands.
Being this close to him made me recognise the slight brown in his green eyes. "fucking nothing clayton." that was when I was really fucked off at him, when I called him by his full fake name and not just Clay, that was when he annoyed me. "oh by the way, whilst you were making out with some whorebag, i covered for you when miss park asked where the fuck you were." shaking out of his grip once more and strutting off.
"i'll message you later" he yells "fuck off already" I yell back, blowing the loose strands of hair out of my face. Finally making it to Brie who rolls her eyes at me "what?" I ask her "him, what did he want?" she says, Brie had almost instantly hated Clay from the moment she met him. That was something that made me like her even more.
"he wasn't in photography and i needed his help. he was mouth fucking some dumb slut in the corridors or something." I mumble pulling out the lunch I made for us today which was easy mac and cheese, I hand Brie her container and a fork and I pull mine out. "i don't get anyone who would get anywhere close to his lips" she says and I look at her recalling the moment five minutes ago where he pulled me so close i could feel his breath on my neck. "intentionally, go near his lips." she corrects herself and I nod.
My phone vibrates once more and it was my ex, or sort of my ex. We are currently on a break or something... its difficult.
Zachariah
hey my love, i miss you.
hi zach :) i miss you always x
Zach and I had a complicated relationship, not as complicated as mine as Clays rivalry but complicated nonetheless.
Zach and I have been on and off for two years, I swear he's the love of my life but my family say he's no good. Every single time they're right, but every single time I take him back.
Zachariah
i have a surprise for you, meet me in the carpark x
alright hun, i just have to tell brie
yeah of course, see you soon my love.
"who is that?" Brie says "another man in my life that i just can't seem to shake"I sigh stand up and dusting the grass off my ass "are you ditching me, seriously? you just sat down." she pouts angrily "oh come on Brie, you'll see me at lunch." I say trying to convince her but the food she was eating was enough to persuade her "don't die" she says stuffing her mouth with the mac and cheese.
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cameras and memories | dream
Fanfictioni guess photography class wasn't the worst thing to happen to us. (highschool au)
