Clace (Liberty High School) (Completed)

6. The Sleepover: Night 2

Clarissa

Izzy and I spent most of the rest of the day shopping. We went to so many stores, I stopped counting. Spending hours in each one, I was exausted, but Izzy didn't even seem phased.

Eventually, Izzy winds down and decides we can go home now. She had jumbo bags with shoes, dresses, skirts, shirts, you name it, in almost every color. I insist on paying for my own clothes. I don't have a big budget, so I only got one dress. (Author's Note: The dress is above. I know the model doesn't entirely match Clarissa, but I think it's pretty close.)

We get to her house at eleven and I'm exausted. "I'm going to bed," I tell Izzy. "See you tomorrow."

"Yeah, see ya," Izzy yells.

I'm getting ready for bed, when I realize my pajamas are, let's just say, not clean. I can't let Izzy see them.

I knock on Jace's room. "Hey, I need you to do me a huge favor and if you don't want to, I understand and I'm sorry to ask you to do this, but I don't know what to do and I'-" I babble, but he interrupts me.

"Hey, calm down. Just ask me and we can go from there, okay," Jace offers.

"This is painfully embarrassing and really stupid, but I don't see an alternative," I hesitate. Turn around. Walk away. He has better things to do, than help you. You're just his sisters friend to him, nothing else. "My pajamas are.....last night, when I was in my nightmare........I sort of...my pajamas are dirty," I confess. "It's just on the inside, so you don't have to worry, I didn't get any on you." Great job, now he's going to think you're docile, cowardly, worthless, whimpy, and pathetic.

I look down in shame and lightly cry. "Hey, it's okay," Jace tries to comfort me. "I'm not worried about it. I would've stayed with you either way, okay. Now, I still don't hear a favor." What? He would've stayed anyway?!?! No, he's just being polite.

"I...I was stupid and didn't bring more than one pair of pajamas. I can't let Izzy see them. She'll want to know why," I explain as tears fall from my cheeks. Then, I start speed talking with embarrassment. What have you done you stupid girl, my dad's words replay in my head. I shouldn't have told him. I don't know if I can trust him and I can't let him in. "I know it's a lot to ask and feel free to say no. I am hoping you could please wash and dry my pajamas. I mean, I would bring them to the washer. You wouldn't have to touch them, until they were clean. Then, if you could please, bring them to the guest room, so I can change. I'd do it, but I'm really tired and if Izzy sees me washing my clothes here, she'll ask questions, but you live here. I'd also....maybe kind of need to borrow a shirt and pants, just until my pajamas are clean." I think about how many other girls have probably wore his shirts and I don't like it."I promise I'll keep the pepper spray far away from my reach. I'd understand completely, if you didn't want to help me. I can just figure out a way to clean them during the night and it'll be okay. I don't really need to get much sleep anyway and I cou-."

"Hey, stop," Jace interrupts. "Of course, I will help you. Don't worry about it. I'll get you one of my shirts and a pair of sweatpants. You bring your pajamas in my room and I'll add it to my hamper. I'll get them done and bring them to you as fast as I can. It's not a big deal, okay. Just calm down."

Jace

Red knocks on my door. "Hey, I need you to do me a huge favor and if you don't want to, I understand and I'm sorry to ask you to do this, but I don't know what to do and I'-" Red begins, but I stop her. What could Red possibly want me to do?