Clace (Liberty High School) (Completed)

11. The Next Day

Jace

I wake up and watch Red for a while. Her curly red hair is tossed all over her face. She looks so hot! Stop thinking like that! She's not into you! I pull myself out of my thoughts and gently wake Red. "Hey, we've got to go to school today," I whisper in her ear.

"I don't want to get up," Red complains. "So tired." Red yawns.

"Come on," I convince. "Do you want a visit from the tickle monster?"

"No.....ugh..no I'm getting up," Red says.

"Well you aren't fast enough, because here he comes," I reply.

Then, I start tickling her and she's laughing so hard, she yells, "I'm gonna pee! Stop it!" I let her go and she gets up. "You might want to take your own advice and get up," Red comments, after I lay there on her bed, showing no signs of getting up.

"Yeah, maybe," I begin, "but I don't take nearly as long as you do, so I have time to burn." I decide to get up anyway and go to get some breakfast.

"I'll be down in a minute, don't eat all of the eggs!" Red yells through her bathroom door.

I go down, make a bunch of eggs, and I'm eating them, when she comes down. Red grabs some coffee first, black like her soul. Or at least that's what she says, when I ask why she drinks it black.

We make small talk, like "good friends" do and then we go get ready for school. Monday's aren't my favorite day, to say the least. We finished up our paper yesterday, before the party. I'm really proud of it and I think Red is too.

School

Simon, Mangus, Izzy, Alec, Red, and I have all somehow managed to make it to social studies early. Sitting in a cluster, we chat about our papers. Izzy begins, "Simon and I wrote our paper about women's rights."

"Magnus and I wrote our paper on the fight for gay marriage," Alec proudly proclaims.

"Well R..." Don't call her Red. That's her special name. She'd probably be really embarrassed, if you call her that, when other people can hear you. "Clarissa and I wrote ours about WWI," I add and wink at her.

"You know it was WWII!" Red exclaims.

"Yeah, but it's fun getting you so riled up!" I laugh.

"You're going to pay for that," Red demands. Then, the teacher walks in and it's time for class to begin. I let Red walk our paper up to Mr. Mac's desk, because she's bursting with excitement.

In English, Red draws in her sketchbook. "Ms. Fray, can you please tell me what the simile is in the passage?" Mrs. Johnson asks Red.

"Um......-" Red stalls.

"Her hair is as light as a feather," I whisper to her.

"Her hair is as light as a feather?" Red tries.

"Yes, Ms. Fray," Mrs. Johnson answers shocked.

"Thanks for saving me," Red jokingly whispers to me.

"No problem," I reply and give her my signature wink.

Red draws for most of the rest of the class and I catch myself watching her. Stop it! She's your friend!

Next, we have art class with Mr. White.

"Hey, Red, we're in art class, you know, the only class you're supposed to be drawing in," I joke.

"Ha ha ha," Red mocks me. "Hey Jace, we're in art class, you know the class you're not good at."

"Ouch Red, just ouch," I playfully respond. It feels good to be her friend. Wow! I never thought I'd be content with her friendship, but it's better than nothing, right?