Yes, sir

CHAPTER 21

Clare's POV

Elias and I didn't get in touch after he left me home. We met at school and I wanted to blame the terrible grades I got in history on him but I knew better. November went by in a breeze and I had to go to England in order to pass through some interview at the University I wanted to go to.

There I met lots of nice people, but I knew nonetheless that I would not be getting there anytime soon. Being a little depressed, I got back home and went on with my life. Christmas and New Year were equally boring: happened at my Uncle's place (this is tradition) and I was on my phone for twelve hours straight until my parents were tired enough to go home.

All in all, I was fine. I kept myself busy with writing fanfiction, reading shitty books, watching movies, masturbating to porn and after three weeks, I was back to school.

The weather here was chill, sunny all day and way too hot to get a chance to sleep at night. We also had some mock exam in a week time.

"I really don't think it's a good idea, Marcel." I shake my head to him even though he can't see me.

"Come on! You're such a cockblock. It's going to be fun, then we can go to your house anyway, it's closer." Marcel whined.

"Yeah, but we have to study for the shitty exams!" I groan in frustration and plop myself on my bed.

"Look, I know you're disappointed you didn't get into Cambridge so, you know, we could really use a night out. Besides, Nicoals will be joining and I don't want to be alone." He mumbled.

I cringed at the mere mention of his now-crush. "So you're asking me to thridwheel you?"

"No?" He gasped. "Okay, yes. Please, Clare, I beg you!"

"Fuck fine!" I say just to shut him up. "One some conditions, though."

"Bring it on!" I could clearly make out his giddy face in my head.

"Curfew at eleven, no drinking over three beers worth of alcohol and Nicolas doesn't set foot at my house."

"Eleven?! What are we? Twelve?"

"Take it or leave it, Marcel." I was already compromising a lot here, he could too.

"Ok, fine. I'll pick you up at eight. Bar or club?" He asked.

"Club?! As if!" I gasped at his offer of going into a noisy, sweaty-smelling-young-trash-box. "Bar."

We spoke for a few more minutes before I hung up. As I sat in front of my desk, I was wondering whether I would mind or not being a prostitute if I fail my classes. I really did not want to study anything anymore. Who the hell gave a fuck about any of this shit?

Truth be told, our lives were a dark pit of emptiness and we just wanted to fill it up. But forcing innocent shits to get their asses to school on a daily basis was not doing anyone good. Or so my worn out mind thought.

I tried studying but eventually failed. I glanced at the clock from my comfortable foetal position on the couch. My dark hair was in a halo all around my head, I was wearing an oversized shirt with some knickers. I mentally cussed at myself at each spoonful of Nutella that were brought to my lips, reminding myself of how much hours of working out I do.

The thing read seven thirty and my eyes went wide.

"Shit." I whined but still got up.

Getting ready was pretty easy now that I lived alone. I had convinced my mom to let me live on my own since I would be going off to Uni soon, arguing that it would be good practice. She agreed and let me leave by the beach house, even though Lillith was quick to argue, I still got to live on my own. The only thing I had to do was cook since Mei Li came to clean up and do the laundry.