50 Shades Of Garfield (Andrew Garfield Fanfic) *EDITING*

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

High school can't mean the same to me as it means to forty percent of my school population. To me, high school is preparation for college and the real world bleeding off that. As for the forty percent, all they seem to care solely care about is the amount of alcohol they consume, the different kinds of drugs they can discover and the number of girls they can hook up with.

Not every guy specifically, many of them aren't virgins and I could care less if they are or not. There's only one asshole in particular that meets all the requirements before he's considered a man-whore. Andrew, a guy I've grown up with since Kindergarten, between ninth grade to now, has become the biggest sex monkey in the school.

I stay away from people like him most of the time. I have no interest in becoming the next one-night-stand that he only remembers as the blue-eyed, skinny girl that doesn't know how to have fun. Girls like Ella Culsack and even my best friend, Harper Canton, on the other hand, don't care if he never remembers sleeping with them or if they just made out on a couch at someone's party. Unfortunately, Andrew got Harper drunk at a party and she agreed to things she normally wouldn't have. That's all the detail needed for what happened at that party.

Boys aren't my main priority, thankfully. College and a career that can support the family I want someday is all I'm merely focused on. Though I'm responsible, I'm a teenager and I go to parties, but I don't go over the top with being a horny, drunken teenager.

Our school hallways are busier than exotic traffic mornings in New York City. According to my classmates, the hallways are where different cliques huddle in a circle around lockers. I don't might them socializing, I like talking, too, just not when they are blocking the hallways or walking like a snail.

I'm the type of person than gets to class on time but not too early that it's awkwardly silent between the teacher and I. Tardies aren't anything I've ever been worried about.

As tolerant and short-tempered as I am, Andrew sits by me in all my classes. My College Algebra teacher, Mrs. Whitely, told me it's because I can tolerate his talking and obvious "I don't give a fuck about school" attitude.

"Did you understand our homework?" Harper asks as soon as she sits down catty corner to me. Before I nod, she adds, "Who am I kidding, it's you we're talking about. You understand everything math related."

My cheeks get hot and I smile at her. "If you need help, you can ask, you know?"

"Yeah," she sighs.

Collin Ferrell, also one of the popular guys, and Andrew run in as the bell finishes ringing. I'm not that student. Like I said before, I get to class at the right time.

"Take out your homework, kids. I'm coming around to check," Mrs. Whitley says and clicks her pen.

Andrew's fingers are tapping on his desk and unzipping his book bag. I catch Harper staring at him and I cough. She looks at me now, and I raise my eyebrows. For not caring if he remembers her name or how good she was or not, it seems like she cares. "Shut up," she mouths and flips her hair.

"Claire, do I need to check your homework or do I already know?" Mrs. Whitley asks, smiling. She's definitely my favorite teacher of the ones I have.

I smile back and shake my head, holding my homework up anyway. "Same for you, Andrew? Do I need to ask?"

"Nope. It's not done," he says, laughing under his breath.

I know sometimes I can be a nerd and a know-it-all about school, but he's the exact opposite. He's probably the dumbest person in my class. I never see him working or reading or doing something useful. He might as well as not exist in this school. Unfortunately, though, everybody else, even heartbroken Harper, is either in love with him or his best friend. I'm one of the few that can't stand his presence.