Strengths and Weaknesses (CURRENTLY BEING EDITED)

Chapter 6

A/N

So, we just found out that Claude is in a fighting or rebel group against the government AND he is “dating" Brooke, who supposedly goes to the same school as him. There is more about him we don't know that he is hiding, so keep reading to find out! Thanks :-)

Also, I am planning on writing a dramatic or imaginative play that includes (you) and 5SOS or One direction... Idk which to decide. If you like, you can comment which.

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Clarissa's POV

The rest of the school day was great, as usual. At lunchtime, Dani was acting strange. At first, Dani was all ecstatic as usual, but had a glint of worry and sadness. Then, when Claude arrived, she rarely spoke, catching a few angry glances at Claude. I asked what was going on, and both of them shrugged.

Now, I was in my room, finishing my homework, thinking about what happened. My thoughts were interrupted by a loud knocking of the front door to the house. I quickly exited my room, and my grandma, who was trembling in fear, waited for me to open the door. I opened the door to find a well-built, muscular man with bulging eyes even an ant could notice.

I straightened myself and politely said, “May I help you sir?"

He glanced at my aunt and I in confusion. “I want to speak to Clarissa NOW!", he yells, in a rough tone.

I looked at him in disbelief. “That's me. Why would you want to speak with me?", I said, getting overwhelmed, as I stepped back.

He mumbled something I couldn't recall, because the man pushed through my aunt and I, causing my aunt to fall. I gasped, kneeling down to help her, but she makes no movement.

I looked at the man, who was searching the entire house. “WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?", I yelled, making him wince.

For a strong man, he sure is quite sensitive with the screaming. He comes up to me and slapped me in the face. I felt a burn rising from the side of my face. All of a sudden, the police rushed in and took a glance at the man. They did the Miranda rights (“Put your hands where I can see 'em!", e.g.), and cuffed him.

As the police rushed by with him, the man looks at me straight in the eye and said, “You owe me your friend's money."

I gave him a puzzled look, and he finally said, “You owe me Claude's money."

He was pushed away, my face blanched. I glanced at my aunt's body being covered in a bag by nurses. He caused all of this to happen with just one lie. And I thought I trusted him.