four eyes | claire standish ✅

twenty one

Angel shakes violently, her leg forcing her body and the objects around her to move. Her leg bounces so much it makes the pencil on the table fall.

The slam of a door forces her leg to stop and her eyes from the table top, finding Vernon pushing John into the room.

"Get your stuff, let's go! Mr. Wiseguy here has taken it upon himself to go to the gymnasium. I'm sorry to inform you, you're going to be without his services for the rest of the day." Angel feels her lip form a small pout. She hides it by trapping her bottom lip between her teeth.

"B-O-O H-O-O!" John responds. Instead of Angel biting back a pout, she now bites back a smile.

"Everything's a big joke, huh Bender? The false alarm you pulled, Friday, false alarms are really funny, aren't they...What if your home, what if your family...what if your dope was on fire?" he questions.

"Impossible, sir, it's in Johnson's underwear, " John answers. Andrew gives a small chuckle, while Angel giggles quietly, covering her smile with her hands.

"You think he's funny? You think this is cute? You think he's bitchin', is that it? Lemme tell you something. Look at him, he's a bum. You wanna see something funny? You go visit John Bender in five years! You'll see how God damned funny he is!" He turns to John. "What's the matter, John? You gonna cry? Let's go." Vern grabs John's shoulder, only to be pushed away.

"Hey! Keep your fuckin' hands off me! I expect better manners from you, Dick!" Angel jumps at how loud he is, a light thud on her and Allison's table following. Looking up, she finds the John had placed sunglasses on the table. "For better hallway vision!" And with that, John and Vernon walk out.

Angel lets a heavy breath pass her lips, surprised she was holding one. Her hand wrap around the sunglasses. She never wore a pair, as she already wore glasses, so there was no point. Looking up, her sight lands on Andrew and Claire. She sees Andrew continue eating his lunch. However, the redhead already has her sight on Angel, a shy smile on her lips. She waves the girl over.

Angel looks at Allison, who gives her a kind smile and the nod of her head. She gets up from her seat before sliding into the seat on the far right, Andrew and Brian eating their food at John's table.

"Hi." Claire's voice is like silk to Angel's ears. She doesn't respond, forcing her eyes away from Claire as her cheeks blossom roses once more today. But Claire doesn't let it slide, instead, sliding her hand across Angel's lap, intertwining their fingers.