Don't Ask, Don't Tell

Friday Afternoon (Lunch)

Still Claire's POV:

I was sitting with my best friend at our lunch table watching her do her best impression of her math teacher. He was pretty old and had a funny accent, and he was a huge dick. He picked on kids all the time. Today's victim just so happened to be my bestest friend, Rachael.

As she finished her grand performance of Mr. Sidney bestowing a detention upon her she pulled a face that made me spit out my milk. Disgusting.

We both jumped out of our chairs to get away from any drippage. This usually wouldn't be a problem, we'd most likely just get stared at and judged hardcore, but everything went wrong.

As I was jumping backwards to avoid the stream of milk landing on my jeans, I crashed into someone who just so happened to be walking behind me. I turned around to apologize, afraid I had knocked their tray out of their hands- I would've bought them another lunch- but when I saw who it was my eyes went wide, then narrowed into a squint. Of course it would be him.

Standing in front of me was none other than my ex-boyfriend Shane. Shane and I dated for almost 2 years but I broke up with him at the end of my sophomore year because I found out he had slept with Sammy Young at a party. Shane was on the football team and she was on the Volleyball team and there was this party and only people who played a sport were invited, so naturally, I wasn't.

"Well hey there, Claire." He said with a sneer. He was angry because I had ruined his reputation by breaking up with him. He thought since I wasn't very popular I should've just stayed with him cause he was the best I could get.

What an asshole.

I gritted my teeth. "Hey Shane."
"You bumped into me. Why?" He asked with a squint.
"Sorry. I couldn't see where I was going." I answered him, almost snarling."
"Must run in the family." He gave me a crude smile and walked away.

What the fuck did he just say to me? Did he really just say what I think he said? How could he talk about my mom like that? It had only been 7 months! Even so, you shouldn't joke about dead parents, that's like an unspoken law!

I tried to follow him so I could kick his ass for saying something so heartless to me, considering the fact that he's the one who cheated, but Rachael stopped me and pinned my arms behind me.
"I know you're angry, and yes, what he said was completely uncalled for, but he's not worth your expulsion." I didn't stop staring at him. "Or you going to jail for murder.." She added. At this, I calmed down for a split second before I felt tears brimming in my eyes. I had to get out of here.

"B-bathroom!" I choked out as I broke from Rachael's grasp. I high-tailed it out of the cafeteria and ran to the bathroom farthest away from everyone else in the school. I was on the 3rd floor, hiding in the last stall, on the ground, crying.

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I don't know how long I was in the bathroom but when I exited I found my book bag right outside the door. Rachael knew me so well. I looked in the smallest pocket and found my phone.

12:34PM

Okay, so it's fifth period and I have English. I can do this. I just need to make it through the rest of the day.

I stood outside my English classroom for a few seconds, debating on if I should go in or not. Not wanting to think about it anymore, I reached out and knocked on the door. I wasn't too worried about being counted late, my English teacher loved me because we had actual thoughtful and intelligent conversations about whatever book we were reading in class.

I waited for several seconds before the door opened. On the other side stood a tall, dirty blonde boy I recognized as Trevor Nott. I was going to push past him and go to my seat when he did the weirdest and most annoying thing.

He waved his hand in front of himself and bowed to me. "After you m'lady." He spoke in a very unnecessary noble accent. I closed my eyes and rolled them. Opening my eyes I rushed past him so I could be done with his shenanigans, yet I still managed to mumble out a "thank you." I hate when the more popular guys do stuff like this. They blatantly flirt with girls like me to get them all flustered so they can laugh to their friends about how 'oh so charming' they are. I'd already had enough today so I didn't feel like playing along, which I usually would do just to throw off their game. It was actually pretty hilarious to watch their confused faces when I flirt back shamelessly.

I quietly walked to my seat which just so happened to be the seat behind Trevor's, shooting a quick smile to Rachael who sat on my right, and sat down. I looked up to see Trevor standing at the door about to close it, then I saw Aedan- second in command in Trevor's wild pack of fuck boys- aim and fire a huge spitball right at the back of Trevor's head. I winced when it hit its target with a small 'splat'.

Trevor turned around slowly and the look on his face was deadly. I bit my lip nervously, this wasn't going to end well.

"Okay who did that?" I heard a few people laugh quietly but no one answered. "Seriously, are we still in the 5th grade? What the fuck?!" I ducked my head down in fear when I saw the principal stop dead in his tracks right outside the doorway. My school was very strict when it came to the anti-profanity rule.

"Office. Now." Mr. Barnes ordered Trevor angrily.
"Yes sir." Trevor moved to leave the room but not before he glanced back at me with a look that seemed to say "this is your fault." He must've seen how guilty I looked because his face softened and he gave me the tiniest smile before he turned away and left. I felt reassured but I wasn't sure what I would need reassurance for. Could I have closed the door? Yeah, but he could've too. Plus he deserved this for trying to make fun of me by flirting. This is just karma exacting its revenge. He asked for it when he swore, now he's going to pay the price.