Well clair is that quiet girl in the corner........ with an exotic job!!!!!!!!
Ciel of course is the cool kid of the school........ Back story is no different
Anyway ciel resides to follow his butler one night after he leaves for his nightly outing...
Those are Clair's eyes, her eye patch covers the violet one. XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX
Ciel's POV
I looked at Clair in shock, then took notice of the blond male beside her. He was looking straight at me with the most murderous stare I've ever seen.
I ignore my friends as I walk towards her. I swear the other blond started growling when I approached. I put on a big smile.
"Well, hi Clair. I guessed right, you are in my school. That must be why you looked familiar." The blond males eyes widen at that statement.
"Oh, your the rich prick that she mentioned. Listen kid, if anyone in this school hears about it, I will personally disassemble your molecules. Got it?" The blond male threatens.
"Bill, cool it. This is my issue, not yours. But trust me, Ciel, if I do catch wind that you told my little secret, you'll be begging for death by the time I'm done with you." Clair says, glaring at me.
"Understood, miss Cipher. I won't tell a soul. But at a price, you have to join my little group of friends." I had this strange urge to keep her near me.
Both blonds raised their eyebrows at me, but Clair nodded. "Is it a deal then?" Clair smiles and extends her hand, and for a split second I swear her eyes flickered blue. I shake her hand, shit eating grin on my face.
I then grab her wrist and drag her over to my friends, Bill trailing behind us, reluctantly. My group watches as I approach, dragging Clair and Bill behind me. Alois is the first to speak.
"What are you doing dragging these two around? Have you no sense of manners?" He eyes Clair up and down. "Though I can hardly blame you."
He let's out a flirtatious smile. Me and Bill both let out a low growl. Liz is next, with her bubbly personality.
"You another girl is in the group! That makes me so happy! We can be best friends, like braid each others hair! Oh your hair is sooooo pretty, are the black tips natural? Why do you have an eyepatch? Your eye is so gorge, how is it that color? Do you-"
I cut her off for all of our sakes. "Oh yeah, Liz is throwing a party tonight, do you wanna come?" I ask, not sure if she was off work tonight.
"Um... I guess we could come, I have the night off. Though I don't have anything to wear." Liz's eyes light up at the comment.
"OMG, I know! You could come over after school, and I can help you get ready! We could hang out, and talk, and I could make you the beauty of the party! I have the perfect dress planed already!" Clair thinks it over for a minute before nodding in confirmation.
Liz screams in delight, then latches on to Clair's arm, dragging her into the school.
~time skip cause I'm lazy~
Clair's POV
I'm in a limo with Liz, heading towards her house. I have no idea how Ciel and Alois can stand her. She's a nonstop chatterbox. Though I have to admit, she was starting to grow on me.
Liz reminded me of me, from 7 years ago. It's sad how much time can change someone. I watch as we pull in front of a large mansion.
The doors to the limo are opened for us, and Liz drags me inside. The place was huge, but Liz guided me through without a problem.
We stop at bright pink double doors. Liz doesn't even pause, she just throws open the doors. When we enter, I see its a large bedroom, with ranging hues of purple and, mostly, pink.
Liz has me sit on the edge of her bed, and she pulls up a chair in front of me. She sits down, and then...... she just... stares.
She is completely silent, not saying a word. Just...... watching. I'm a little taken aback, but just stay still. After a moment she smiles, and walks over to her wardrobe.
After a few minutes of digging through the wardrobe, she pulls out [ I couldn't come up with a solid description so I just found a picture.]
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She hands me the material, and shoes. I just look at the outfit, and Liz motion towards it. I get the drift, and start undressing. When I lift my shirt I hear a small gasp behind me. Looking back at Liz, I see her with her hands over her mouth, staring at my back.
"What? Never seen someone with scars before?" I ask her. I was kinda peeved by her reaction. I mean everyone have scars of some sort. I just have more than most.
"Oh!!! I'm sooo sorry for staring. It's just, I didn't expect it. Can I........ can I feel them? I've never seen scars that were this bad before. I feel oddly compelled to touch them."
I look at her as if she had grown a second head. Touch my scars? WTF is wrong with this girl? But why not?
"I guess, go ahead" I turn my back to her, and she traces each scar, on both my back and my arms. She trails around to my front and sees the one on my hip.
"What's this one from? It looks like it was done on purpose." She traces the heart gently as she speaks.
"I got all of these from my ex. It's also the reason Bill hates for me to be around guys. Then again I can't blame him. Every time I change, go swimming, bath, he's reminded that he failed to protect me. He thinks it's his fault."
"Wow, that's pretty deep" she let's out a small smile. "Anyway, hey get the dress on! Then we can do hair and makeup!" She squeals, jumping up and down.
I smile and get dressed. After I put the dress on along with the heels, Liz leads me to a private bathroom. I sit on a chair in from of the mirror, and Liz starts to style my hair.
Watching in the mirror, I see her frown seeing the scars on my neck, right below my hair line. "These ones look different. Are these from your ex too? What caused them?" She seemed more concerned about the ones on my neck more than the ones on my back.
I smile faintly. "Those are from my father. Mom died after giving birth to me. He was angry, so he always put out his cigars and cigarettes, right there on my neck. They're burn scars." Liz reaches to touch them, and I tense.
She takes notice, and stops short. "Sorry, do these hurt to touch? I just thought since you let me touch your back....." she trailed off, guilt showing.
"its fine, i just..... i don't like people touching them. They're sensitive." Liz nods her head and continues doing my hair.
After awhile she looks up at me." How mad would your brother be if we cut your hair. Like a boys style."
"Pretty pissed. Why? You wanna cut it?" I've been thinking about cutting my hair for awhile, but I can't afford it and my brother won't do it for me.
