"What's in there?" John asks. Jamie looks up from her table, taking note that Claire's lunch box was a shopping bag. It seemed normal, especially seeing what clique Claire is in. And then she pulls out a piece of wood.
Jamie's face scrunches in confusion. "The fuck?" she mumbles, raising a brow.
"Guess. Where's your lunch?" Claire wonders.
"You're wearing it." Jamie fake gags at her brother's (terrible) flirting. The smell of raw fish takes her mind off of John, her nose scrunching in disgust instead of confusion now.
"What's that?" John asks, taking in the smell of fish as well. Both Benders find the smell to be coming from Claire's lunch.
"Sushi." The way Claire puts it makes it sounds like it's obvious, as if everyone has the privilege to have as much raw "food" as she does.
"Sushi?" John repeats her, getting a nervous laugh from the redhead.
"Rice, uh, raw fish and seaweed."
John lets a moment pass, trying to comprehend the words from her lips. Turning his sight back on her, he wonders, "You won't accept a guys tongue in your mouth but you'd eat that?"
"Can I eat now?" she scoffs.
"I don't know...give it a try," John adds. A moment of silence lays before John walks away, deciding he should pick on Brian. It makes a sigh pass Jamie's lips, her eyes falling to her desk.
A light thud is heard before a sandwich slides into Jamie's line of sight. Her brows furrow almost instantly. Looking up, she sees Andrew already looking at her. The look on his face is similar to plead, forcing the small smile to form on Jamie's lips. Her sight moves between Andrew and the desk before letting her sight land on the blond one more time, giving him a nod of forgiveness. When she sees a smile form on his own lips, she turns her sight on the sandwich in front of her, her nails slowly picking away at the plastic wrap.
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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...
