four eyes | claire standish ✅

fourteen

"You gonna make me?" John wonders, walking towards Andrew.

"Yeah."

"You and how many of your friends?"

"Just me, just you and me. Two hits. Me hitting you, you hitting the floor! Anytime you're ready, pal!" Angel gives a quick shrug, impressed with the wordplay. She sees the look across John's face, seeing that he's not taking the threat seriously. Angel raises a brow, waiting to see what happens.

John softly backhand's Andrew, who pins his arm behind his back before bringing him to the floor with ease. Angel shakes her head tiredly, pushing her hair from her face.

"I think he gets it Andrew," Angel sighs, a small look of plead crossing her face. The two make eye contact, before the blond gets up with a growl, allowing John to get up. Both give the girl a look of embarrassment, who has a look of boredom. "If you two wanted to see who's more manly, go compare your dicks in the back of the library, 'cause I'm tired of all your bullshit."

A laugh nearly passes Allison's lips, finding the look across John's face priceless. Angel doesn't curse. She never curses, hell, she doesn't like others doing it. So this was new. However, Angel's sarcasm and nosiness is also new. And she can only wonder why.

"How about you shut your mouth and go back your coloring books, kid." Angel hops off the table, deciding she'd like to speak to Andrew close up. The sight is one to see, as Angel is a few inches shorter. Despite this, the look on her face is stern.

"Look," she begins, a wicked smile across her face. Her tone makes it seem she's holding herself back. "I get that you want to fuck Claire. But here's the thing; I don't need to hear or see you trying to act manly. I get that your dad thinks your weak-" she stops, giving a dramatic pout and whine, "but here's the thing, we're not your dad. So I'd rather not want to see you always trying to measure your dick with John!" Her voice rises, but she takes a deep breath, starting again in a calmer(yet scarier) tone.

"So, you either act normal and just be a pussy per usual. Or..." she trails off, pretending to weigh the choices in her hands. "You can grow a pair and stop being a little bitch." Angel allows the words to sink in for a few moments before she turns to the back of the library, deciding she needed to calm herself.

Claire watches steadily before turning her sight to the others. She sees Allison staring back at her, who gives the nod of her head. Claire takes the signal, getting up from her seat and moving to follow Angel.