50 Shades Of Claire Bear (Andrew's POV)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

This is the best idea in the history of Andrew Garfield ideas. Which, isn't many.

Susanna, my desperate ex, has access to every student's locker combinations. If I act like I don't hate her guts for two minutes, she'll definitely give me Claire's combo.

It doesn't take a genius to realize that she's desperate for someone's attention.

I bought a necklace for Claire yesterday as part of the plan. I'm going to get her combo and the next time she opens her locker, she'll see a necklace left my a mysterious person. Eventually, she'll find out or I'll tell her. Maybe this act will show her that I'm not that bad of a guy.

Maybe I'm the desperate one and not Susanna. Maybe I'm trying too hard.

I don't care if I'm desperate or not. I walk into the office between class and approach the desk Susanna is sitting proudly at. "Hey, Susanna."

Her eyes pop at me and she twists her hair. "Oh, hey, Andrew. What can I do for you?"

Oh my God. I don't normally call girls whores, but damn, this girl is one.

"You're able to access locker combinations, right?" I ask her.

"Yeah," she responds, clicking the mouse many times. "Who's do you need?"

I wince when I say, "Claire's." She stops and looks up at me. "Please."

She rolls her eyes and sighs. "Only if you tell me why you need it."

I look at the time and shake my head. "Susanna, I'm going to be late to class. I don't have time for this."

"Do you want the bitch's combo or not?" she impatiently asks.

Oh, hell no! Claire bear, the bitch? Oh, fuck no! "Okay, Claire is not the bitch, Susanna. Give me her fucking combo already."

"Fine, fine, calm down," she whispers. Apparently one of the secretaries heard me cuss and she stares wide-eyed at me as if she has never heard fuck before. I'm an eighteen-year-old, I'm going to say words like that. "It's right here."

I copy down the number and sigh. "Thanks. Sorry I got worked up."

When College Algebra rolls around and Claire has left her locker, I set the necklace in a spot where when she opens her locker, it will stick out. This is brilliant. Brilliant!

I sit in my desk just in time for the final bell to ring. Mrs. Whitely glares at me. Safe.

She walks around to check homework and almost passes me without asking. I snap her over, though, and force her to give me an A.

"I'm very impressed with you, Andrew," says Whitely. "I'm looking forward to how you take the test today."

I feel my body start to shake. Test? "Test? What test? Ugh, I didn't know....Claire!"

"Calm down!" She laughs with widened eyes. And now other people are laughing. "You know what to do, so just do it."

I can't help it: I laugh silently. Claire rolls her eyes. "You said it, not me."

When Claire turns around, I notice how pretty her hair looks. I mean, she makes anything look pretty, but I can't get over how especially good it looks today.

So, I touch her hair. I get another brilliant idea to braid Claire's hair.

"Andrew," she says, "what are you doing?"

"Do you have a hairband?" I ask her. She hands one back to me. "I'm braiding your hair."

"What if I want it straight?"