Mission Impossible

Chapter 26~ The Dance

CLARA'S POV

  "So he just asked you to the dance?" Claire asked me after I had returned back home. Her and Melissa were sitting on their beds as I sat on mine, telling them about my night much to my protest.

  "I don't even have a date yet," Melissa spoke after I nodded, looking around like an object in the room could help her fix this.

  "It was fast. I hadn't even heard of this dance," I told them.

  "Well you have only been here a few days," Claire observed.

  "Yeah, and she has a date before me!" Melissa exclaimed.

  "I guess some guys are into the whole chicken legs thing," I teased her, peeling off the cardigan she let me borrow and plopping it on her bed. I slipped Claire's heels off of my feet and handed them to her, thanking her.

"Do you know what Charles is doing tomorrow night?" Melissa asked me.

"Probably trying to prevent Tanner and Evie from kissing again," Claire remarked and I rolled my eyes.

"It was dark he probably just didn't see us," I tried to reason.

"Oh please, do you really believe that?" Claire asked and I stayed silent, as I didn't.

  "I need to find a date," Melissa absent mindedly spoke, standing up and slipping on a pair of shoes.

  "Lights out in 10!" Claire reminded her.

  "If she can find a date in a few days, I can get one in a few minutes," she declared before leaving the room.

  "This is like the end of the world for her," Claire said with a roll of her eyes.

  "Do you have a date?" I asked Claire. She was pretty, and really nice, even though I didn't know how many people actually knew that since she pretended to be the slutty mean girl.

  "Yeah. Do you know James?" She asked me.

  "The guy that was assigned to show Charles around? Yeah. He's a nice guy," I said.

  "Yeah he is," Claire said with a small smile.

  "Do you like him?" I asked, noticing the way she was just smiling at the ground.

  "Kinda... But he probably only asked me because he thinks I'll give it up to him at the end of the night," Claire said, lying back down on the bed.

  "Hey don't say that," I insisted, getting up and walking over to her, sitting down on her bed. "I don't know him that well but I don't think he's that kind of guy," I tried to comfort her.

  "But I'm that kinda of girl," she said and I wasn't quite sure what to say. I killed people not comforted them.

  "But you're not. And it's not too late to change what people think about you. It's never too late," I told her, and she looked up at me.

  "You're a good friend, Evie," she told me. "You know that, right?" I didn't know what to say so I just gave her a small smile and a pat on the leg before getting up to get dressed into pajamas. Right when I was getting into bed, the door opened, and in walked Melissa, smirking.

  "Found a guy crazy enough to go to the dance with you?" I asked her, propping my head up with my hand as I watched her walk over to her bed, slipping her shoes off.

  "Yep. The same guy that was crazy enough to date you," she reported and I grimaced. I didn't know what to say, which was a first for me. I was confused by what I was feeling, because here I was going to a dance with some guy and upset that Harry was doing the same. I rolled over in my bed and pulled the sheets over my head. Why did my relationship with Harry have to be so...complicated?