Claire’s POV
She walked over and eyed the guys and how close Mitch and I were standing.
“Is that who…”
“Yeah it is, keep walking away.”
“But Claire, what I meant before…”
“No, stop. You only like me now is because I am standing with all of Team Crafted who you ADORE. And maybe what is making you even more jealous is that my fingers and interlocked with Mitchell Hughes or TheBajanCanadian’s”
“No-I mean it not that it’s that I really mis-“
“So it takes you until graduation to apologize. No thanks. Come on guys.”
“Claire stop.”
“Shut the fuck up. I will never forgive you since you were supposed to be my best friend.” I walked away with Mitch and the guys.
“You good?”
I was until Jackson and Taylor eyed me, and walked towards me with a bunch of other people. “No…Jackson and his girlfriend and other people are coming over.”
He stopped and smiled at me and the guys. “Well look at her, she really is a little slut.” They laughed at me.
“Hey, guys, come on, you just graduated high school. Be mature.” Jerome jumped in
“Oh yeah, and how old are you guys?”
“19” Mitch said
“19” Jerome repeated
“21” Adam said
“25” Ian said
“18” Jason said
“20” Quentin said (A/N- I think this is right? Correct me in the comments if I am wrong, Thanks!)
He rolled his eyes and got close to Mitch. “Just ask her why we are calling her a slut, and bring up 8th grade.”
“Shut up Jackson.” I said.
“Well, it’s true. But I am pretty sure she has fucked you already.”
“Shut the fuck up.” Mitch swore.
“How about no.”
“How about YES.” And Mitch threw him to the ground and punches were being thrown.
Mitch was winning, because Jackson was screaming like a baby.
Jerome helped me split them up and then we saw my principal come out the building.
“Uh, guys I just graduated and I rather not be suspended LETS GO!” We all ran to the car and drove off.
“Do you mind me asking…what happened in 8th grade.”
I might as well tell them. “I hit a low point in my life, a lot of grieve and sadness. My grandparents died on the same day, and murdered. It was a robbery in their house and…yeah. Anyways, I was depressed and felt a lot of pain. Boys took advantage of me and I-“
“You didn’t.”
“Guys, I never actually “did it” I…”
“You what?”
“I gave handjobs and blowjobs. That’s it.”
They were left in shock. “But obviously it has been YEARS since I have done any of that.”
“How many times?”
“Only 4 times with 2 guys. Then I went to counseling and got things straightened out. Trust me, I did nothing more."
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Unordinary ↠ A BajanCanadian Fanfiction
Fanfiction"I got my answer." I said smiling. "Which is?" He asked returning the smile. "Like I said at the hotel a few years back, why me? But I realize that it wasn't just love you wanted." I snaked my arms around his neck. "You wanted something...unordinary...
