"I'm in the physics club too..."
"Hold up," John halts the conversation, turning to look at Brian. "What are you babbling about?"
"Well, what I said was--I'm in the math club, the Latin club, and the physics club--physics club," he stutters out. John nods slowly, turning to look at Claire.
"Hey Cherry, do you belong in the physics club?"
"That's an academic club," she speaks slowly.
"And?" Jamie wonders.
"And academic clubs aren't the same as other kinds of clubs."
"You in the whore club?" Jamie wonders, a curious look on her face. It changes once she's given a glare. "Oh! Sorry, I should've said the 3W: White. Wedding. Women." She lifts a finger with each "W" that rolls off her tongue, a noticeable smirk on her face by the end of it. "So what do you guys do in your club, Rogers?" She turns her sight onto Brian, changing the topic.
"In physics--um--we-ah, we talk about physics...about properties of physics."
"So it's social..."
"Demented and sad," John adds, "but social, right?"
"Yeah, well, I guess you could consider it a social situation. I mean there are other children in my club and uh, at the end of the year we have, um, you know, a big banquet, at the, uh, at the Hilton," Brian goes on.
"Load up, party," John states, a mischevious grin on his face.
"Well, no, we get dressed up...I-I mean, but, we don't-- we don't get high," Brian stutters out.
"Only burners like you get high," Claire scoffs, rolling her eyes.
"And, uh, I didn't have any shoes. So I had to borrow my dad's. It was kinda weird 'cause my mom doesn't like me to wear other people's shoes. And, uh, my cousin Kent...my cousin Kendall from, uh, Indiana... He got high once and you know, he started eating like really weird foods. And uh, and then he just felt like he didn't belong anywhere. You know, kinda like, you know "Twilight Zone" kinda."
"Sounds like you!" Claire laughs, pointing at the Benders.
"Look, you guys keep up your talking and Vernon's gonna come right in here. I got a meet this Saturday and I'm not gonna miss it on account of you boneheads," Andrew cuts in.
"Oh, it's so sad not being able to watch jocks in their boxers have an orgy!" Jamie sighs dramatically, placing a hand over her heart.
"You've never competed in your damn life, anyhow! So how would you know?" Andrew growls.
"What? I have such a deep admiration for guys that roll around on the floor with other guys! It so..." Jamie sucks on teeth, letting the word roll off her tongue. "Hot," she bites her lip, raising her brows.
"Of course. You don't have any goals in life."
"Oh, but I do! My goal is to be just like you, Clark! All I need is to become a blond, get a lobotomy and some tights!" The enthusiasm is as fake as her attitude. However, Andrew's reddening cheeks is as real as his muscles. Noticing his embarrassment, Jamie bites her tongue, a smirk on her lips, eyeing him.
"You wear tights?" She turns her sight to Brian, who has a small grin on his face.
"No I don't wear tights, I wear the required uniform." Brian turns his sight to Jamie.
"It's tights," she nods, continuing to admire Andrew's reddening cheeks.
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the latter | andrew clark ✅
Fanfiction"You know how leftovers aren't as good as when you had it that first night?" Andrew nods slowly, a look of confusion on his face. "Where's this going?" he wonders, getting shushed in response. "So..." she trails off, "think of John as the food you...
