~Assigned Seats~ Fpe ZipClaire fic

~Distractions~

IM SO SORRY ITS SHORT UGHHHHH I JUST NEEDED A FILLER FOR THE NEXT EVENTS😭😭💀💀

Claire was in her bedroom, on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Her mind was racing with thoughts of the previous events. The rain had stopped, but the atmosphere felt.....boring.

MoeMoe, her cat, jumped onto the bed and curled up beside her, purring softly. Claire scratched him gently behind his ears, but her thoughts were on something else... more so, someone else. Zip's smug attitude had always gotten under her skin, but today it was different. It was like a bug bite she couldn't ignore, but it was....ugh, how do you describe it?

The more she thought, the more her mind went into crazy places. Was she actually starting to... like Zip? No, that was ridiculous. Zip was the complete opposite of her. She was... well, Zip. Chaotic, unpredictable, and infuriatingly nonchalant about school, yet somehow she had good grades and passed?!

MoeMoe looked at her with his big, circular eyes, probably wondering why she was sighing and groaning so much. She picked him up and cuddled him close. "You're the only one who gets me, buddy," she murmured into his fur.

What was she gonna do? How was she gonna get rid of these thoughts? Why did she even have these thoughts? And why about Zip, of all people?!

MoeMoe's purring was comforting, but it didn't help with the chaos in her head. Every time she thought about something else, her mind would revert to Zip's smirk, those doodles, Zips voice, her eyes, everything about her. It was like a never-ending loop of torment... but she found it somewhat... enjoyable? No, she couldn't like Zip. That was just crazy.

With a deep breath, Claire decided to focus on what she could control. The math test was now just a week away, and she had to buckle down and study. She knew she couldn't let herself get distracted by... by whatever this feeling was?

Grabbing her math book and a fresh notebook, she sat down at her desk. It was quiet, only the sounds of birds chirping. It was perfect for studying. But every time she looked at the equations, Zip's carefree doodles from class floated into her mind. She couldn't get them out of her head. They were so... free. So unlike her neat and orderly notes.

Claire sighed and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "You can do this," she whispered to herself. "Just focus."

With a determined look, she opened her math book again and began to read through the lessons. After a few minutes, she felt a gentle nudge on her leg. MoeMoe looked up at her, tail swishing back and forth. He was the only creature in the world that could read her mood so well.

She sighed. "Up" she said patting her lap, signaling MoeMoe to sit on her lap. She figured a little study buddy might help. Plus, it's not like he was going to distract her with doodles. MoeMoe jumped onto her lap, purring contentedly.

The first few pages went by with little issue. Claire managed to focus on the math, but as she stared at the numbers and formulas, she couldn't help but think of how Zip had made the class feel alive, even with the task of taking notes being so boresome and bland.

Her mind kept drifting to the way Zip's eyes sparkled when she was teasing her, and the way she moved her pencil so confidently across the paper. It was... mesmerizing. Claire blinked, shaking her head to clear her thoughts. "Focus," she told herself firmly, turning to a fresh page in her notebook.

(I'm totally not about to make a turning red reference)

With a deep breath, she began to write out the formulas from the textbook. But her hand seemed to have a mind of its own, and soon she found herself doodling a tiny Zip in the margin, complete with her signature smirk. Claire's face went redder than a tomato, and she quickly erased it.

"What is wrong with me?" she murmured to herself.

She lightly scratched behind MoeMoe's ears once again..him being the only thing that actually soothed her chaos of a brain right now. "Let's try this again," she whispered to herself, turning the page.

The evening rolled into night, and the only thing Claire had accomplished was a page full of doodles of just Zip, and a half-hearted attempt at a math problem. She was lost in her thoughts. It was like Zip had left a part of her with Claire and Claire couldn't ignore it.

MoeMoe had long since fallen asleep, his purrs turning into gentle snores. Claire stared at the clock, the red digital numbers glaring back at her. It was already 10 PM, and she hadn't even started her actual studying. Panic began to set in.

"Okay, okay," she murmured to herself, pushing aside the doodle-filled page. "Let's get serious."

But even as she tried to concentrate, the images of Zip haunted her, taunting her with their mischievousness and charm. It was like her mind had been hijacked, and she couldn't get back to her usual self. With a groan, Claire closed her math book and slammed it shut. This wasn't working.

She moved MoeMoe to his bed before flopping onto hers, almost suffocating her face into the mattress. "What's wrong with me?" she whispered to the darkness of her room.

Her thoughts swirled around Zip like a tornado, touching on every little detail she had noticed about her today. The way her hair was slightly snarly and unbrushed yet looked so smooth, the way her eyes squinted when she smirked, and the way her dragon-like tail wagged whenever she felt mischievous or excited. It was like her mind had suddenly been opened to a whole new world of... distraction... How come she only had thought about everything Zip does now?