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Raven P.O.V.
Friday had rolled around after a long and strenuous week. Clayton was eerily calm when the end came around, not acting jittery on the day he was supposed to voice his decision. He was a little bit of a mess throughout the week, checking over details and going over the reasons. He even asked me what school's I'd been accepted to. I had to tell him over and over and over and over again that I shouldn't be a factor in his decision. He needs to worry about himself for this one.
To be honest, my inner self wanted to sway him so he'd go to the college I'd got into or at least one near mine. I threw that sour thought out the window real quick. I'd have overwhelming guilt if he didn't pick the college that helped him the most just because he wanted to be near me. He did get a little mad when I said I wasn't telling. Then he switched over to pouting at me and then begged and then he just sighed and sulked in my living room.
His whole college future would be set in stone by one email. It was incredibly daunting and he decided to make this decision on my bed at 10 p.m.
"Sweetheart, can you just tell me what school's accepted you?" he asked running his fingers through his hair. He looked tired, light dark circles under his eyes.
"Nope, you've done your research and you're being offered a full ride from all of them. You need to have a little leap of faith, Clay." I explain readjusting myself on my bed to be able to keep the book I was reading open.
"Why are you being so logical" he groans as plops his head onto my lap. His t-shirt slid up his body revealing his stomach. I started messing with his hair and didn't say a word in response.
"Fine", he sighed, "I'll start." He straightened himself up, and got started typing.
"Good" I remarked and brought my book to my lap once againwaa. When I finally looked at my phone again, it read 10:35. The clacking of the keyboard had stopped and Clayton sat there rigidly staring blankly at the screen. The book slid off my lap and fell to the floor as I raised myself to peek over his shoulder. He had written 3 decently long paragraphs enlightening the recruiters of his decision.
He had picked UCLA. I clamped down on the ecstatic feeling that his decision had just brought up, and lightly gripped his shoulder.
"Are you sure?" I say with a raise of an eyebrow. He looks at me and nods his head. He right clicks on the send button and it was done. He slowly shut the laptop and placed it on the ground, not saying a word. He crawled back onto the bed and flopped onto his back.
"Now do you wanna tell me?" he murmurs his eyes shut closed.
"UCLA" I whisper. Clayton shoots up and looks at me with wide eyes.
"So we're going to the same college" he said eyes slowly increasing in circumference. I nod my head, giving him an 'a yeah' look.
"You were giving me a heart attack when you kept saying you wouldn't tell me. Jesus, I thought you were going to the east coast for college" he confessed. I laughed,
"I was just making sure you picked the college that was best for you" I reiterated, "Our first priority is that you make it out alive and you don't have to deal with your stepdad, ok?"
"Ok" he responds.
"Pinky promise" I say sticking out my pinky finger.
"You want me to pinky promise to keep myself as my first priority?" He asks with an eyebrow raise.
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Hidden Behind Walls
TeenfikceRaven Bordeaux never liked dealing with people. She liked being encased in her drama free bubble with her few close-knit friends. Though that changed when Clayton Sorenson, the epitome of popular jocks, decided that she was going to help him with hi...
