YOU CLOSED YOUR LOCKER as you sighed, tired from the school day. a pair of arms wrapped themselves around you from behind, making you tense up. "what's up, y/n?" clapton greeted, grinning as he rested his head on your shoulder. "oh- hey clapton" you replied as he pulled away. "that was new" you added, referring to his previous action. "just thought that it would surprise you! anyways, you wanna hang? i'll happily beat your ass in ski-ball again" clapton spoke, leaning against the lockers.
you chuckled. "as much as i would LOVE to go on a losing streak, i'm actually hanging with someone else for once" you said as clapton's expression went from excited to bewildered. "wait, really?" he asked, earning a nod. "he's this new guy that just enrolled, we really clicked during class today" you answered.
clapton was still in disbelief. it was great that you made a new friend, that wasn't the problem. hell, clapton himself was friends was most of the school. but to think that you'd ditch him to hang with someone else after knowing them for one day..
"look, it's great that you've found someone besides me, but what if he isn't safe? you haven't known him for that long, dude might kidnap you!" clapton advised as he held onto your shoulders. "clapton, you know you'd be the first person i call if anything happens" you told him, a smile on your face.
moments later, someone approached you and clapton. he had warm brown skin, beautiful dark brown eyes, and long black dreads tied into a ponytail. "paris!" you said, smiling at the guy. paris returned the smile, his eyes landing on clapton, who was even more bewildered now. "who's this?" he asked, motioning to clapton. "this is clapton davis, my best friend" you introduced as paris held his hand out to him. "nice to meet you, clapton. i'm paris" he said. clapton hesitantly shook his hand, looking up at his face, inspecting him in a way.
"anyways, you ready to go?" paris questioned as he pulled his hand away, now looking at you. you nodded. "i'll see you around, clapton" you said, smiling as you walked off with paris. clapton stood there, thinking about the interaction. paris seemed so perfect, somehow. perfect for you, anyways. the way his personality contrasted with yours..
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it's been almost a week since you and clapton last hung out. you always had to decline because "oh, paris already asked" "oh, i'm hanging with paris, sorry." paris this, paris that. paris needs to get a hobby. now, clapton wasn't usually a jealous guy. maybe this time was different because it was you? he broke it off with ione just so he could shoot his shot at you, for pete's sake! "wait..ione.." clapton muttered as an idea popped into his head. he quickly got onto his skateboard and skated to ione's house.
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you and paris hung out at a diner, happily sharing fries and drinking milkshakes. "i swear, i'd actually die for these milkshakes" paris joked. "i know, they're so good-!" you and paris glanced over as someone practically kicked out the diner entrance.
your face went pale as you saw clapton and ione. clapton was with ione!
clapton walked over to your table, a wide grin on his face. "hey paris, y/n" he greeted, leaning on the table. "sup, clapton" paris said, smiling as he ate another fry. "mind if we sit with you?" ione asked as she twirled hair around her finger, looking at paris.
clapton and paris sat on one side of the table whilst you and ione sat on the other side. ione and paris began talking, ione obviously trying to flirt with him. "what the hell are you doing, clapton??" you whispered, narrowing your eyebrows. "i'm not doing anything, just enjoying some fries" clapton replied as he took few fries and dipped them into your milkshake, eating them afterwards with a shit-eating grin.
"don't act dumb, you know know what you're doing! you know i don't like ione!" "well, you know i don't like when you ditch me for other guys!" "i'm not trying to ditch you, dude! hell, paris tried to include you in our hangs!" you spoke, your voice getting louder. "well, i'm not trying to hang out with you and paris, i'm just trying to hang with you!" clapton exclaimed. at this point, it was clear that he was using "hang" in place of another word.
"ugh, this is so embarrassing! the two of you made it rain outside!" ione spoke, motioning to the rain rolling down the window. meanwhile, paris frowned at the way the two of you were talking to each other. friends have their fights, but this was a little too much..
the four of you headed outside has paying for the food, standing under the awning. clapton glanced at you, frowning as he saw your angered expression. he had already regret everything that he did, and seeing you so pissed made him feel even worse. "thanks for hanging with me, paris, let's do it again sometime. ione, i refuse to acknowledge your existence any more than i am now. and davis.." you said, now looking clapton.
you took off your hoodie, handing it to clapton. "wear more than just a fucking muscle shirt" you spoke, walking off in the direction of your house in your t-shirt. ione practically dragged paris away, leaving just clapton. he stared down at the black hoodie in his hand, sighing.
"i fucked up..badly" he muttered as he slipped on the hoodie, skating to his house on his board. the fact that the hoodie smelled like you didn't make him feel any better. it was like it was constantly reminding him of his current mistakes.
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requested by - Zoek86
whats with yall and jealous clapton 😭
i cant seem to think of smth for josh futturman wtf
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