Don't Ask, Don't Tell

Friday Morning

Claire's POV:

"Claire Donavan if you aren't ready to go in 20 minutes I'm coming in there!" My father shouted while banging on my locked door. Ugh. Why did school start so early? Can't it just be moved back like one hour? Maybe I could skip school today?

I was seriously considering the possibility when my dad knocked on my door and asked me if I could drive my little brother to school this morning. "I'd do it but I have to pick up some extra shifts at work.." He probably would've continued but I cut him off. Guess I had to go today.

"It's no problem dad, I'll just start taking Devin everyday. We go to the same school, it makes sense." I had good reason for not wanting to drive my freshman little brother to school. Me being a senior and not wanting to be seen with him in public was reason number one. It's not that I didn't like my brother, we got along pretty well considering how most siblings usually are to each other, I just didn't feel like waiting on him to get up so we could leave, I'd probably be late to school more often than I already am.

I sighed and got out of my warm bed. Making my way to the mirror, I stopped and looked at the picture of my mom on my nightstand. Mom, oh how I miss you.

I lost my mom back in January. She was killed in a car accident. The roads were really slick from a bad ice storm and she was on her way to pick up my little brother from a friends house when she hit a bad patch of ice and went off the road. The car went over a drop off and landed on the drivers side. My mom was killed on impact. I was in the car with her, I survived, of course. I let out a literal scoff as I mentally cursed my stubbornness. I was too stubborn to do anything, including die apparently.

I had been in the hospital for about a week. I suffered from blood force trauma to the head and that made the doctors nervous. They made me stay to keep an eye on me but I ended up being fine. Just a few cuts and bruises, and a broken rib. Figures.

I put the picture down and walked to my full length mirror. I looked like a zombie. Staring at my face, I started making these weird gargling noises to fit the part. Was that weird? Yes, most definitely yes. I must be stopped.

I made my way to the bathroom so I could wash my face and brush my teeth. Afterwards, I went back in my room to throw on some makeup (just some foundation and mascara), and a comfortable Pierce the Veil sweatshirt with some skinny jeans and my grey vans. I brushed my hair, straightened the parts that were sticking out more than I wanted, and grabbed my bag and keys.

"Devin! We leave in 5! Get in the car by then or I'll leave you!" I yelled to my little brother's door before I went downstairs to grab a granola bar and a bottle of water, my usual breakfast since I never had time to make anything. I missed when my mom would cook us these huge breakfasts. Pancakes, bacon, eggs....okay stop. Stop it before you get sad.

Blinking hard and taking huge gulps of air, I walked out of our front door and got in my car. I had just selected a song when a very disheveled Devin got in the passenger door and put his seat belt on.

"How come you're driving me today?" He asked while yawning. I rolled my eyes. I knew he was only so tired cause he stayed up playing video games. How did I know this? I was playing with him. I wasn't tired though, he was just an amateur.

"Dad has to start picking up more work now, Dev." He hated when I called him that but he let it slide. I glanced over at him, he had a sad expression on his face. I knew he was probably feeling guilty about mom's death so I tossed him my iPod and told him to pick a song. We had borderline the same taste in music so I wouldn't be bugged if he picked instead of me. After a few seconds of scrolling he picked Antivist by Bring Me the Horizon. I grinned, of course he would pick a song that mentions never sleeping right now.

We were jamming out with the music turned way up when I pulled into the parking lot. We got a lot of stares but I didn't really care, they should be glad my wonderful music had graced their ears. Devin and I got out of the car and high-fived.

"Okay, so I'm taking you to school and home for the rest of the year. Meet me by the main entrance after school everyday, okay?" He nodded and grabbed his bag out of my trunk. I did the same and we walked into the building and parted ways.

I should be happy it's Friday, but something felt off. I had a weird feeling about today.

A\N: So how was that? I really want this story to turn into something great, which is why I'm showing both characters side of the story. I feel like we get to see inside of each person more if we can see what they're thinking. The next few parts will be in Claire's POV, so sorry if you're uber attached to Trevor but have no fear, he will probably return by part 11ish? Maybe even sooner. Pls vote and comment. Thanks. Bye!