his and hers | 18+

5 | textbooks & boys

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clementine

as i turn my back to pierce grant and walk out of the library with shaky fingers and a clenched heart, i'm left in a frigid state of shock.

i'm more confused than shocked, but either way.. what was that?

i kept waiting for daria to pop out of nowhere, cackling like she does with something to lash me with. i kept waiting for nate to come out with his phone, pointing and laughing.

but it didn't happen, nothing happened. which is impossible because this is pierce grant—i'm a nobody to him. he's just like them, isn't he?

isn't he?

maybe he isn't. who am i to judge? i haven't spoken to him, never even interacted with him enough to judge his entire persona. but out of the two years i've been in his world, watching him grump his way through high-school, i know he wouldn't just give me my books back.

i pause mid-step behind a pillar, pulling the books out of my side and crouching down until my butt hits the floor. i cross my legs comfortably, lifting my head once again to look around for any cameras or laughing teenagers.

he was nice to me.. or at-least what i think was nice. he wasn't rude, or condescending like the rest. he was also with his friend, lucas, who was doing some sort of school work next to us.

i open the books, checking all of the pages for any sort of mean comment like 'clementine ashby is a slut' or a few of the other things i've seen written on bathroom stall doors, even though i've never even held eye contact with a man for more than ten seconds, much less had sex with one.

these are my school notebooks—i was using them in the class i was attending before i embarrassed myself horribly and dropped them. i'd forgotten about them completely considering i was so up in my own head, and tears.

i wonder where my glasses went. i can see perfectly fine without them, it's when i read that my vision likes to screw with me. my mother is going to kill me. god.

i audibly sigh, sinking the rest of my weight onto the floor with my back leaning against the pillar. confusion still rattles my brain as i go over every single theory on why he was nice to me.

a prank in the making?

is he pretending to be my friend, only so that him, daria, and her crew can laugh when i get comfortable enough with him?

is he being sincere?

is lucas in on it? maybe that's why he was also somewhat nice to me just yesterday.

why can't i let people be nice to me without second-guessing their intentions? why can't i just accept the kind gesture and let it go? am i so used to being treated horribly that the small, kind act is so unfamiliar to me?

i refused to look into his eyes for most of that interaction, didn't even raise my neck to make it look like i cared. i kept looking down at my blouse buttons, and fidgeting with my fingers.

i was uncomfortable the entire time, and he seemed to be too. whether he was uncomfortable or nervous is still unknown to me. but then again, why would he be nervous? for two years i've watched him grouch and scowl at people for things as small as giving him a weird look.

pierce grant doesn't get nervous, clementine ashby does. so why did he seem so under pressure?

i shake my head and blow out a long breath, hoping it'll calm down my racing thoughts. i want to go to my little corner in the library, but i don't want to bump into him after walking right out.