rome and clem

part thirteen

my boyfriend hates you

dont care

no, but seriously, he fucking hates you

you're all he talks about

is that the only one who talks about me?

hmm not sure what you mean

what about you clementine?

who do you talk about the most?

rome waited for her reply but when one never came, he shut his phone off and slumped down in his bed. lips curling upwards in a proud grin. he knew who she thought about. he knew he already  was under her skin. and he wanted nothing more.

...

eyes heavy, rome bubbled in random answers for the test in front of him. grades didnt matter to him. he had no parents that would discipline him nor encourage him, so why do it? he had no motivation himself. 

after class, clem gripped his backpack handle, she ended up almost falling because she was too weak to pull his muscle. they both chuckled, sharing looks.

"fuck, you're strong." she cursed.

"always, babe." he nodded absently.

"what ya doing after school?" she asked, her arm brushing against his as they walked down the hall. he felt relieved for some reason, it was comforting feeling her smooth bronze skin. she felt like home and..life.

he shrugged, "gonna go home and eat my fridge away." he informed, dimples showcasing. 

she nudged his shoulder playfully, "such a dork, wow!" she chuckled and so did he. "well how about we eat away your fridge together?"

rome stopped in the middle of the hallway, his lips parted in slits and his eyes laced with worry. clem wanted to go to his house? what if his mom was home? god, that would not go well. he was actually scared. roman Abernathy was fucking scared. 

"I dont know if thats a good idea." he muttered.

clem sighed exasperatedly, "I thought you liked me." she spoke, her voice vulnerable, his eyes instantly found hers. he felt trapped under her glistening brown soft eyes. she was so soft and he was so not. she deserved better, Rome thought. 

but Rome was selfish. and Rome always takes what he wants. he takes and takes and takes and never shares. never. 

"aren't we friends?" she asked.

rome sighed, running a hand through his brunette waves. "yes. were friends. but," he began. he stopped though mid sentence when he caught carter talking to Elliot down the hall. he was huddled against her as Elliott back pressed against a locker. sharing whispers and flirty eyes. 

rome subconciously clenched his fists and fled his attention back to curls. "lets do it. meet me in the parking lot after school." he told her and before he could walk to his class, her hand wrapped around his wrist and this time she was able to pull his weight into her chest for a hug.

it was magical. clems arms, her small tiny arms wrapped around his neck, rubbing on some of his hair above his neck. she stood on her tip-toes to reach her head into the crook of his neck. he could feel her breath on his veins. it was intoxicating and all Rome wanted to do was to stay like that forever. in the middle of the hallway, students walking past, faint chatter filling the atmosphere, and clems beautiful soft curls tickling the side of his face.

fuck, he was so whipped.