Chapter 2: Friend User and Abuser
"Yo Mims!"
I pinched the bridge of my nose, and made sure that I showed my aggravation with the tremendous force I applied to shut my locker. I could suddenly feel the stress clammoring through my head. Hmmn yes, the gifts of an early monday morning. Putting on a smile, I twirled around to greet the source of the voice.
"Clarence! How's your day my fine sir?" I said with sarcasm dripping off of each word.
The six-foot brunette gave me one of those 'looks' then cleared his throat. Confused, I was about to ask what the problem was until he suddenly interrupted me.
"Well hot stuff, Im doing all right."
Hot stuff? What the hell? Since when did he start calling me-
Oh right! Playing along, I threw him one of my sassy looks and hit him bashfully.
"Oh Clare bear! Stop! You make me so..."
Shit. I couldn't think of anything. I rapidly looked around the school hallway until I spotted an old recycling poster. Maybe, earthly? Beautiful? Green?
Flat?
Ok, no that won't work. Uh...
"You make me so..."
II peekd up to his face, and his tolerance for my lack of words was clearly deteriorating. God, doesn't he realize how difficult it is to think on a Monday morning? And he didn't even bring me one of those fancy coffees with the little swirly foams. With my eyes peeled, I went on and tried to produce some cheesy couple saying.
Hmm, What would Ghandi say?
"I make you so what?"
"Well, you make me..."
"So?"
With the pressure of all the eyes gazing towards us I cracked. Why is there so many people this early? Geez I hate people. So I start gabbling like the maniac I am.
Might as well have fun with it.
"Damn it Clare! You make me so fricken...hot! Yeah that's right! And...Uh, so hot that I can't live without you! And jittery! So damn jittery! 'Cause your perfect nutmeg colored hair sways in a perfect swooshing motion! And...especially when you check out every single girl in the-"
"Okay Mims, I think we all get it!"
Chuckling, I threw my arms around his neck and brought him closer to me. I lowered his head down close to mine until I was able to whisper into his ear.
"What's the matter Clare bear? Don't want people knowing your a player?"
His dark, rich brown eyes pierced into mine uncomfortablly.
"Yeah, Mims. That's the reason why. Haha! Silly silly girl! Well, I gotta go now! Might be late for Chem!"
As I was letting go of his neck, the first period late bell let out a furious screech.
"Dammit Clare now I'm late!"
He let out a grunt and walked off the opposite direction. Looking back at me he flashed a strained smile.
"You really should stop swearing Mims, it's not lady like"
I snorted. Lady like my ass.
Walking to my first period class, late I may add, I began wondering why Clarence was acting wierd this morning. I should know his behavioral mood swings since I've been his best friend ever since we were in 7th grade.
