four eyes | claire standish ✅

sixteen

Music is what Angel hears, a door closing right after. She looks up from her seat beside Allison, finding Carl the Janitor.

"How are you doing, Brian? Angel?" he asks the two. Brian nods at the man, embarrassed. Angel smiles widely, not believing the man would remember her name.

"Your dad works here?" John asks the nerd, making his cheeks red. "Uh, Carl?"

"What?"

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"How does one become a janitor?"

  "You wanna be a janitor?"

"No, I just wanna know how one becomes a janitor because Andrew here, is very interested in pursuing a career in the custodial arts." Angel shakes her head silently. Allison pushes her silently, a small smirk on her lips.

"Oh, really? You guys think I'm just some untouchable peasant? Peon? Huh? Maybe so, but following a broom around after shitheads like you for the past eight years I've learned a couple of things...I look through your letters," Angel looks up. Her face becomes a bit lighter, the blood leaving her face. "I look through your lockers." Bender gives a look similar to Angel's.

"I listen to your conversations, you don't know that but I do-- I am the eyes and ears of this institution my friends. By the way, that clock's twenty minutes fast." Groans escape some of the students.

"Are you okay?" Allison wonders, noticing her friend looking a bit scared. Angel's hands grab at Allison's clothing, her lip trembling slightly.

"My-My diary. In the locker." She finally turns her head to Allison. "He read it. He read it. He read i-" she's silenced when Allison places her hand on her mouth.

"I've read it too. You gave it to me. He's not going to say anything about. He seems like a nice guy. Okay, Angel?" The latter nods slowly. "I'm going to take my hand off your mouth." She nods again. Allison, carefully, takes her hand from Angel's mouth, finding the girl somewhat calm. "You okay?"

"When did you read my diary?" Angel wonders, her head tilting to the side. It's similar to a confused puppy.

"Ah-I-" Allison tries to find a lie but is given nothing. She sighs quietly, mumbling, "I read it at our sleepover." Angel gasps dramatically.

"You. Are. Such. A. Meanie!" Each word equals one hit on Allison's arm, who giggles quietly. Angel bites her lip, trying her best not to break out in laughter. She instead lets her eyes fall on Claire, who stares at the two with a certain glint in her eyes. Angel tilts her head slightly, a look of confusion on her face. Claire only shakes her head solemnly, turning her head away from the two.