50 Shades Of Claire Bear (Andrew's POV)

Chapter 9

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Hello, my fellow readers/followers!

I have been sooo unactive lately and I am sooo sorry. I kept telling myself I was going to write this story but I delayed it every single time! This isn't the only story I haven't updated; I've also stopped updating Invisible and The Little Rascals, but I assure you that those stories are not over. There are still some awaiting surprises in both the books that haven't been published yet.

I promise, though, that I will be updating more frequently once my golf season ends, (which is precisely in a week) so get ready! Junior year has just been so frustrating and stressful so far, and I've only heard it gets worse. I mean, chemistry, AP history, Honors English...GROSS! :P

You guys have been patiently waiting for an update of this story since May and I hope this update will last you guys for a couple of weeks until I can get around to writing again. I will also be working on additional chapters of Invisible and The Little Rascals, so don't think for one second that I'm done writing those stories! I'm far from done! :D

Thank you all for waiting for patiently! I'm so blessed to have followers like you. Enjoy this chapter and Andrew's cuteness. ;)

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Chapter 9

It just now hits me that I am going out with Claire. Like out-out. She is, so far, agreeing to go out alone with me. I'm going to be alone with Claire fucking Mitchell.

"I will go with you on one condition," she says, stopping in our tracks.

I try not to stare at her too long. "What is it?"

"Have you been smoking?" she questions, raising her eyebrows.

"Nope," I respond.

"Have you been drinking?"

"No, Claire bear."

Then she nods her head. "Okay then. I don't want to be in a car with someone that's high or drunk."

"Come on, Claire," I say, climbing into the car while holding in a sigh. "Do you really think I would put your life at risk like that?"

The only thing I wish I had the ability to do is read facial expressions. I want to be able to desipher exactly what she's thinking.

"Where are we going?" she asks.

Good question. "Never really thought about where we can go. I just thought you needed to get away from that party." Something is up with her, and I have an idea what, or rather, who, her melancholy is about.

"Harper and I had a fight," she faintly reveals. Ding, ding, ding. "I accused her of lying to me about you and we were both upset. I don't understand how easily she lied to me. Best friends don't lie to each other."

I nod, trying not to look at her. Because once I do, I can't stop. "Did she deny it?"