Clara's POV
I was sitting alone in the restaurant, eating my breakfast peacefully. As I was trying to ignore my headache, Pete sat next to me.
"Heeey Clara." He smiled nervously.
"Hey Peter," I replied, sounding like a dying cat.
"You still mad about yesterday?" he asked, and I looked at him. He had a blue and black circle around his right eye.
"Pete, what happened to you?" I asked, ignoring his question.
"You don't remember?" He looked at the ground.
I started processing yesterday's night. "Did I do that? I am so sorry, Peter." I hugged him.
"You know... I was drunk... and I don't remem—" I started to explain, but he stopped me.
"Don't explain yourself. I've had it coming. And you didn't punch me. You just shoved me, and I fell," he said, still looking at the ground.
"What did you do?" I frowned.
"Please don't hit me again. I tried to kiss you..." he started, and I just nodded.
"I hit you for wanting to kiss me?" I was surprised. I was angry at myself, not him.
"No... when you didn't kiss me, I started yelling at you to go away and f*** the teacher you are so in love with or whatever," he said, now looking at me.
I searched for some hint of a joke in his eyes but couldn't find it. Anger filled me again.
"Who heard it?" I hissed through my teeth.
"Uhhh..." he stuttered.
"WHO HEARD IT?" I shouted at him.
"Uhhh... freshmen... and uhhh... Mr. James," he said, backing away before walking off.
I punched the table. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mr. James staring at me.
Clara's POV
Everybody went packing their stuff, but I stayed behind in the restaurant, still thinking about yesterday. I was counting the little squares on the ground when I suddenly heard a chair move at my table.
"Mr. James..." I addressed him, still looking at the ground.
"So the gossip about us has already started," he said, almost gasping.
"I guess. But it's not true... what he said yesterday. It's not like I'm in love with you or something." I let out a little laugh, then picked up some courage to look at him. He was frowning.
"Yeah... you hate me, right?" he asked.
"Actually, I did. From the first day I saw you. But after this week... I don't know. I think I like you, Mr. James. I certainly don't hate you," I answered.
"But you should... at least act like it around other students. Please," he said, now looking at the ground.
"Are you asking me to act like I hate you?" I was confused.
"Yes."
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Falling In Love with Mr. Motherf**ker
Romance"You talk too much." She whispered innocently. "I'm going to hell for this." I matched her tone. "We can be roomies." She started to giggle but I interrupted her by pulling her into the kiss again.
