four eyes | claire standish ✅

seventeen

"Alright girls, that's thirty minutes for lunch," Vernon states, John whistling in the background.

"Here?" Andrew asks.

"Here."

"I think the cafeteria would be a more suitable place for us to eat lunch in, sir!"

"Well I don't care what you think, Andrew," Vernon snaps.

"Uh, Dick?" Bender speaks. Angel has to hide to the giggle escaping her lips. "Excuse me, Rich...will milk be made available to us?" he wonders.

"We're extremely thirsty," Andrew adds.

"I have a very low tolerance for dehydration," Claire adds her two bits in as well.

"I've seen her dehydrate sir, it's pretty gross." Claire glares at Andrew.

"Relax, I'll get it," Bender stands up from his seat.

"What do you think, I was born yesterday?"

"Well..." Angel trails off, mumbling to herself.

Luckily, Vernon doesn't hear her, instead pointing at Andrew and Allison to go get some drinks from the vending machine.

While they the two go out the rest all sit around, Angel laying on the floor with her legs on the statue.

"Claire, Angel...you wanna see a picture of a guy with elephentitus of the nuts? It's pretty tasty," he wonders.

"No thank you."

"Please be quiet, John," Angel sighs, staring at her nails once more. A small, faint shadow casts over her eyes. She looks up, seeing a nail file in front of her face. Following the perfect nails and the soft-looking hands, she finds Claire who has a soft smile on her lips. Angel sits up against the statue properly before taking the file. Her cheeks heat up as she gives a shy smile.

"How do you think he rides a bike? Would you ever consider a guy dating a guy like this?" John goes on.

"Can't you just leave me alone?"

"When does he ever?" Angel mumbles. A look of shock crosses her face as she hears a laugh from Claire. She bites her lip obliviously, finding that one of the most adorable things she's ever heard.

"I mean if he had great personality and was a good dancer and had a cool car...but you'd have to ride in the back seat 'cause his nuts ride shotgun." The grin on John's face is one that makes Angel roll her eyes, but her attention goes back to her crush.

"You know what I wish I was doing?" Claire wonders.

"Going to the City of Love?" Angel gushes, a smile filled with glee on her lips. Claire slowly nods, trying to fight the smile on her face. "I want to see the food there. I want to eat macarons!" she exclaims quietly, a squeal passing her lips after. Claire doesn't bother fighting the grin that's soon on her face.

"I'd go to Paris for a different reason." Claire bites her lip, the manner almost sexual to Angel. The latter raises her brows in surprise, her mouth opening and closing a few times before she looks away, trying to figure out the feeling between her legs.

"Oh, you and Claire, did it!" Bender exclaims. It forces the girls' attention away from each other, both deciding to walk over to the boys.

"What are you talking about?" Claire questions.

"Brian's telling me that in addition to the number of girls in the Niagra Falls area, that you and he are riding the hobby horse!" John grins.

"You little pig!" Angel snaps. Her tongue is like a whip, creating a wound on Brian's heart.

"I'm not! I'm not! John said I was a cherry and I said I wasn't, that's it, that's all that was said!"

"Well then what were you motioning to Claire for?"

"It was only-- was only because I didn't want her to know that I was a virgin, okay?"

"Why didn't you want me to know you were a virgin?" Claire questions, her voice coming out slow and cautious.

"Because it's personal business, it's my personal, private business."

"You don't sound like you have any business," Angel mumbles under her breath. She gets a quiet giggle from Claire.

"I think it's okay for a guy to be a virgin." The boys look at Claire with shock crossing their faces.

"You do?" Brian asks. She responds with a smile and a nod.

"What do you think, Angel?" she asks. "What do you prefer in a guy?" The way "guy" rolls off her tongue makes Claire cringe inside, wanting the sentence to sound a bit differently.

Red roses blossom on Angel's cheeks, her sight landing on her shoes once more. "I-I don't know." She walks away from the conversation, still wondering why she peed a bit in her shorts.