Music makes its way into Jamie's ears. She raises a brow in confusion, but it falls once her sight turns towards the door. She finds the janitor there, a small radio on his cart.
"How are you doing, Brian?" he asks the blond. Brian nods at the man, roses blossoming on his cheeks.
"Your dad works here?" John asks the nerd. Brian turns his sight away from everyone. "Uh, Carl?" Jamie never knew the janitor's name was Carl, but notes it in the back of her mind.
"What?"
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure."
"How does one become a janitor?"
"You wanna be a janitor?" Jamie wouldn't be surprised. John is one of those people who scrapes the bottom of the barrel for anything.
"No, I just wanna know how one becomes a janitor because Andrew here, is very interested in pursuing a career in the custodial arts." A loud scoff passes Jamie's lips, but no words pass them.
"Oh, really? You guys think I'm just some untouchable peasant? Peon?" Jamie raises a brow, not knowing what "peon" meant. "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. I look through your lockers." Jamie turns her sight to John, remembering his dumbass stashed weed in his locker a few times. She rolls her eyes, letting her head lull back onto the seat. "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."
Jamie rolls her eyes again, deciding to pick at the wrap on her knuckles. Rubbing the scratchy fabric, she turns her sight to Andrew.
Moments pass before the jock feels a pair of eyes on him. He turns, looking past John to see Jamie having her eyes on him. When their eyes meet Jamie looks away, finding it hard to swallow the thick saliva in her mouth. A heavy breath pushes strands of hair from her face, while she continues to distract herself with the bandages on her hand.
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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...
