Chapter 3: Clarke Williams

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Chapter 3: Clarke Williams

      "I think I'll take it." 

I want to slap him. 

       "Good luck failing." I hiss at him. I take the test and I'm scared that I failed. The bell rings and I get my stuff, and walk out the door. Someone grabs my wrist and I look over at Axel.

       "What did I do to upset you?" He sighed. 

       "Look. My friend likes you. She supposedly has dibs on you and if you like me. I'm pretty sure she'll find a way to blame it on me and I'd rather not have that, again. You're probably not my type anyway." I yanked my wrist out of his grasp and walk to cafeteria. 

        "Hey, Clarke. So why does Mr. Yum have a thing for you?" April hissed at me when we got our lunch. 

         "I don't know. I've barely spoken to him. Maybe he has a thing for blondes." I shrug, hoping to get her mind off it. I see Axel getting his lunch then walk over to us. Please. No. He takes a seat across from us and looks at April. 

          "April, right?" He asks while tilting his head and grinning, I just roll my eyes. 

            "Yeah, I am. It's great to meet you. This is Clarke, but she's nothing." April said with jealously, I flinch. 

           "Why do you say that? I think she's perfectly fine." He smiles at me. I suddenly feel a sharp pain shoot through my foot, I jump up as I feel my eyes water. 

                "Uhm. Sorry. I-I... hurt my foot." I look over to April and limp off, wiping off my tears as I get into the nearest bathroom. I sit on one of the sinks and take my van off, along with my sock. I whimper as I see red and a bit of blood. I sigh and put my sock and van back on. The bathroom door opens and I see Axel, I gasp. 

                  "Get out Axel!" I scream while rubbing my foot. 

                 "No" He walks over to me and lifts my foot .

                 "Does it hurt really badly?" He asks and I nod. 

                 "How could her kicking you hurt that much?" He frowns. 

                "She stomped on it, she's captain of the soccer team so her legs are pretty strong." I sigh and try to step down from the sink but I whimper when I start to fall to the floor. I feel arms wrap around me just before I'm about to fall, I squeak. 

                    "What are you doing?" 

                    "Taking you home. Do you have a car?" He walks outside and stops in the parking lot, looking around. He looks down at me and I shake my head. He frowns and walks over to his car, he unlock it and opens the passenger door. He puts me in the seat and closes the door, he jogs over to the drivers side and gets in, closing the door behind him. 

                      "So where do you live?" He asks. I tell him and he drives to my house. It takes about 5 minutes to get to my house. We get to my house and he gets out and opens the passenger door, picking me up and taking me to the front door. I thought he was gonna let me down there but I was wrong. 

                        "You got a key?" He asks, I take the necklace around my neck off and open the door using the key on it. I put the necklace back on as he walks in and walks up the stars. 

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