Maybe If You'd Behave

Skipping class

Chapter 8

Wednesday, 7:15 am

In the bunker

Claire's POV

Claire: But I don't wanna go.

Sam: You never wanna go. Nobody wants to go to school, Claire. But you need an education, and you're not sick or dying. So you're going.

Claire: But what if I run in to Zach?

That bitch has another thing coming, if he thinks I'm just gonna let that go. He fucking hit me. I mean, I tried to hit him first. But trying and actually succeeding are two totally different things. He didn't TRY to hit me. He actually did it. And I'm not gonna let that shit slide.

Sam: Dean handled it. He won't mess with you again.

Claire: But you don't know that. You don't know that he won't mess with me again. So what if he does?

Sam: You call one of us.

Um, no. You're gonna get a call from the principal, when I beat the fuck out of him. I'm not gonna just not defend myself, like a pussy.

Claire: Um, no. I'm gonna knock him out.

Sam: Claire-

Claire: No. You want me to go to school, so I'm gonna go to school. And if I run in to Zach, I'm gonna knock his bitch ass out.

Sam: You're gonna get yourself expelled.

I love that that's the reason he doesn't want me to knock Zach out. He's not worried about me hurting somebody. He's worried about the school expelling me.

Claire: I don't like it there anyway. Now are you gonna let me get dressed or not?

School starts at 8, and I'm still in my pajamas, because Sam's been arguing with me, wasting my time.

Sam: Hurry up.

Claire: Don't rush me.

He rolls his eyes and leaves my room. So he can roll his eyes at me, but if I do it at him, it's a problem? Noted. I get dressed for school, and now I'm trying to cover this black eye. Zoe's concealer was the wrong tone, and I had to walk around school with one of my eyes being a different shade than the other one. It was a little embarrassing. Once I'm done with that, I leave my room and go to the kitchen, where Dean made breakfast.

Dean: You're gonna have to work on being a little faster.

Claire: I only took like 10 minutes. You're just impatient.

Dean: I'm not impatient. I just want you to eat, and be at school on time.

Claire: We have a good half our left until school starts.