Here and there (O2L Fan fiction)

Chapter thirteen

The Next Morning

 

*CLAIRE’S P.O.V*

I woke to the sounds of my alarm clock. I rubbed my eyes and sat up on the edge of my bed. I picked up my phone and quickly scrolled through my tumblr and twitter, nothing interesting. I slowly stood up and waked into my bathroom. I splashed warm water on my face to help me wake up. I sluggishly made my way to the kitchen; I poured myself a bowl of Coco Pops and made my way to the couch. I turned on the TV and watched the weekend Simpson’s marathon on Fox 8; you’re never too old for The Simpsons. Just as I got comfortable, I heard my phone go off. It was Jc.

JC: Claire, what was all that about last night? Are you embarrassed to have me as your friend or something?

CLAIRE: No. not at all Jc! You are one of the most amazing friends I’ve ever had.

The truth is I don’t remember anything about last night. I only remember sneaking out of my room and meeting Blake. I don’t know what Jc is on about.

JC: Well the way you treated me yesterday tells me otherwise. I have a question, who was that guy you were hanging out with exactly?

CLAIRE: That guy is my boyfriend thanks, his name is Blake plus I don’t remember being rude to you Justin, I don’t even remember seeing you at the club.

JC: Your boyfriend?!? Yeah good boyfriend you have Claire, I can tell you why you don’t remember anything! You can’t remember anything because he got you drunk Claire!!!

I didn’t reply. I didn’t want to reply. All of my friends don’t approve of him. But you know what? I don’t care. He loves me and I love him, that’s all that matters. He cares about me, he’s not getting me drunk! I get myself drunk!!

*JC’S P.O.V*

I typed my reply to Claire. I hesitated at first whether to press send or not. But I did it. I had to get rid of my anger somehow, so I grew some balls and pressed the send button. I had to re-read her text message to me again, and it was when I read it the second time that I noticed the message said that this guy was her boyfriend. My heart stopped. I really liked Claire, I liked her a lot. I still can’t believe she is staying with this Blake guy, even after everything he’s done to her.

Once I had my emotions under control, I immediately called Soph and explained last night’s situation to her. I called Soph because out of the three of them, Soph is the most stable and protective. She needs to know about this. I dialled her number and began explaining.

“Yes I know Jace, I know he’s trouble but there’s nothing I can do about this” she told me.

“Are you kidding me? Claire listens to you! You’re the only one who can talk her out of this” I argued.

“Listened to me” she replied, correcting me.

“What do you mean listened?” I replied confused.

“Yeah, she doesn’t listen to me anymore. I already tried to convince her Jace. I’m just worried, I’m worried that she’s going to get drunk and do something really stupid, and I know Blake is just going to watch” she predicted.

*CLAIRE'S P.O.V*

Its 1pm now, the last episode of the Simpsons marathon is almost over. I’ve done basically nothing all day today, all I’ve achieved today is a fight with Jc. Mom has been continuously nagging me to get out and do something.

"Claire, you should really go out. You can come to the fortune teller with me if you want" My mom offered.

"No mom..." I replied, rolling my eyes.

“What’s wrong with my friends? Huh?” She asked.

“Nothing mom” I sighed, stretching my legs out on the couch.

“Okay, well im going out for a while, if you go out be back by seven” She said, heading out the door.

I grabbed out my phone just as it started buzzing, it made the whole couch vibrate. I flipped my phone over to see who was calling. It was Blake, I smiled to myself, he’s such a good boyfriend and he called just in time.

“What’s up, Blake?” I asked, smiling.

“Nothing much, just wondering if you want to go out for a bit?” He offered.

“Yeah, that sounds good” I smiled.

“And babe, wear something sexy. You know the shit I like” He told me, and with that he hung up”

I got changed into my black, tight dress with rips all up the side. I put my hair into a messy bun, and applied a fair bit of makeup. I put on a pair of my black doc martens. As I walked out the door, the red Ferrari was waiting for me.

“Where are we heading?” I asked, as I climbed into the car.

“Just to a party, I know a few people that have parties up in the woods that have a campfire party. There really fun”

 “Oh okay” I said, unconvinced.

*

We pulled up in a car park in the woods, and as Blake described, there were people all sitting around drinking. He helped me out of the car, and we walked over to the group of people.

They all seemed to know Blake, and he introduced me.

“Do you want a ciggy?” One of the guys asked Blake.

“Yeah sure, do you want one?” Blake replied and asked me.

“Umm, I’ve never smoked before…” I admitted.

“Try one!” Blake said.

“No” I said, crossing my arms.

“One cigarette isn’t going to kill you” He said, sighing.

“I don’t want one, okay?”

“Okay, but at least try mine” He said.

“Fine” I gave in, as he lit up a cigarette.

“Take photos of us man” He said, handing his phone over to his friend.

His friend began snapping several shots of us. He handed over his cigarette and I smoked it. I immediately began coughing, and I just shook my head. Blake let out a laugh.

“Pass my phone” He said to his friend.

His friend chucked him his phone, and he began looking through the photos. He showed me one of us; it was one where I was breathing out smoke.

“What do you think?” He asked.

“Why, what are you going to do with it?” I asked.

“Just put it as my profile picture on Facebook, if that’s alright with you?” He asked, being the gentleman he is.

I smiled and nodded my head.

We began drinking and playing a game called ‘never have I ever’ with vodka shots. It was really fun. I met heaps of new people.

*SOPHIA’S P.O.V*

My phone started ringing, so I answered the call.

“Hello?”

“Soph, this is Shaz, Claire’s mom” Shaz said, sounding a little out of breath.

“Oh hey Shaz, what’s up?” I asked.

“Claire. Is she at your place?” She barely got out.

“No… I haven’t seen her much this weekend” I admitted.

“I told her that if she went out, to be home by seven! It’s now almost ten” Shaz said begining to panic...