four eyes | claire standish ✅

eighteen

Lunch. Angel always dreaded it. Despite being friendly to (literally) everyone, they never specified her as a friend. So she always sat either outside below the bleachers, watching the cheerleaders practice or she would just wait it out in the bathroom, deciding she wasn't hungry that day.

And since she left home early this morning, she didn't have anything to eat. She knows she'll survive, as long as she gets to eat dinner tonight. But knowing how her father is, it probably wouldn't happen. He's very strict.

"What's in there?" John's question snaps her from her thoughts.

"Guess." Angel raises a brow at Claire, seeing as she pulls out a piece of wood from a shopping bag. Okay, she's confused. "Where's your lunch?"

"You're wearing it." He isn't wrong.

Claire scoffs quietly. John tossed a drink to Angel and chucking one at Allison. Angel sits atop John's table, criss-cross like a five-year-old.

"Where your lunch, Angel?" The latter turns her head, meeting eyes with Claire Standish.

"Um-forgot," she shrugs. She breaks eye contact with Claire, opening up her soda and downing half of it in large gulps.

"You can have some of mine." Angel finally looks back at the redhead, giving a small smile before smelling rotten fish. Looking down at Claire's "lunch", she asks, "I'm sorry, but what's that?"

"Sushi," she shrugs like it's obvious. Angel knows a few things about Asian culture, as she learned a few things from her friend from Japan. But her friend never really defined what sushi was.

"Sushi?" John repeats her. It forces a chuckle from Claire's lips.

"Rice, uh, raw fish and seaweed." The only positive Angel finds from that is rice. She loves rice, as it was the easiest thing to make at home and the cheapest. She could get a large bag and survive for months off of it.

"You won't accept a guys tongue in your mouth and you're gonna eat that?" Angel lets a snort past before smacking a hand over her mouth.

"Can I eat?"

"I don't know. Give it a try." Claire rolls her eyes before grabbing a piece of sushi. She moves her chin at Angel, the latter opening her hands out for the piece. It's cold in Angel's hands, which shouldn't be a surprise as there's also raw fish on it. Wondering if she should take a bite she just shrugs, biting half it.

The fish has a slimy feel in her mouth but it's surprisingly okay. Looking over at Claire, she eats the rest of it, giving a sweet smile. Claire smiles back, happy she's open to trying new things.