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(Claire and Hayden - dieting Claire)

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Claire holds out her hand, her eyes narrowing slightly at Hayden as the blue and yellow flashing lights reflect against his dark skin. She watches as he pauses, a drink in his hand as he looks between her and his new friend. A long second goes by, the music pounding against the walls and the floors, and he finally takes her hand. She pulls him off the couch, her heart racing with the beat of the music as she takes him up the stairs, trying not to pay any attention to anyone around them.
Pulling him into the nearest unlocked room, she locks the door and lets go of his hand. Letting out a breath, she backs herself up against the counter and tilts her chin towards the ceiling. She watches as he slowly walks forward, his hands finding their way beside her hips, but he doesn't touch her. Not yet.
"What're you supposed to be?" He softly asks her, his warm breath fanning against her cheeks. She shrugs her shoulders. "You're not gonna tell me?"
"Guess," she tests him, a small smirk pressed against her lips. He sends her a look.
"It's kind of obvious," he tells her.
"Then why'd you ask?"
"To make conversation," he pauses, "duh."
"Okay," she nods her head, "What I am, then?" He rolls his eyes as one of his hands lightly hit against her left wing.
"Monarch butterfly. Your favorite." She smiles at him. "You know who I am?" She nods her head. "Yeah? Who?"
"The Jet," she replies, "from Sandlot. Your favorite." He smiles back at her.
A pause.
The room suddenly becomes tense, but not because it's awkward. The door is locked, their bodies are almost touching, and in one centimeter they could be kissing. So, that's what Claire does. She leans in and presses her warm lips against his.
A short second goes by without a response, and then Hayden has his tongue in her mouth and his hands on her waist. She feels his lower half move into hers, so she hops up on the counter and wraps her arms around his neck. The kiss becomes hot as they continue without a break away.
Claire holds her tongue against his and presses her chest against him. He lets out a small gasp, causing some fresh air to come in between them. This sends tingles down her stomach and to her legs. Opening her eyes for a quick second, she sees his are open as well. Pulling away, she sends him a look. "What the heck, Hayden?" She lets out a laugh.
"Why are you laughing? You're the one who opened your eyes!" He retorts back, using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth.
"Your eyes were already open," she tells him, raising an eyebrow. "Why?" He doesn't say anything and just rolls his eyes. He doesn't move his hands from her waist, and she doesn't move her chest away from his body, but they don't kiss again. Not for a little while, anyway.
After a moment, he moves a hand down to her thigh and starts rubbing slowly. She glances down, and then back up. He's staring at her, his eyes slightly narrowed and glazed over. He tilts his chin up and smirks. This causes butterflies in her stomach. He's getting closer with every rub.
"Have you been drinking?" She asks him, her voice quiet and slow, in case it cracks. He shakes his head.
"Me either," she tells him, but she feels like it. He leans into her, his hand finally making it way over underwear. She holds her breath as they keep eye contact, his fingers moving in a desirable way. He traces something, almost like words. She doesn't break eye contact, but instead, leans slightly back. To this, he opens his mouth and presses harder.
She blinks, and it's over.
Leaning her head back, she lets out a small groan and spreads her legs a little more open. It's the taps, the light touches, the tracing, the labeling, and the pressing— he knows what he's doing even though he claims to be a virgin. She closes her eyes, and then he pulls away. She's hot and bothered and not satisfied.
Claire opens her eyes. He's smirking as his back his pressed against the door. Crossing her arms over her chest, she moves off of the counter, her feet touching the floor. She sends him a look and a shake of her head. Not saying anything, she bites the inside of her cheek and goes to open the door when he wraps a hand around her wrist.
"Are you leaving?" He seems genuinely shocked. She doesn't speak. "Come on," He gently speaks, "why?"
"You started something," she replies, "and you don't bother finishing it?"
"We're in a bathroom," he tells her, "I don't want this to escalate into something that should be for the bedroom."
"How kind," She smarts with a roll of her eyes.

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Hey

      That's all it says. She never replied. Not because she didn't want to, but because she was scared. Scared of the unknown, and the pauses, and the wondering on when he'd text back. So, with all the dignity she had left, she never responded. Until now. Three days later.

Hey.

     Not even a minute later:

Finally a text back?

      She smiles, and replies: Sorry, I was busy.

Busy...busy...busy? Doesn't sound like you

      She rolls her eyes and holds her breath. I was busy.

Sureeee

Can I call you later?

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     Hayden. Hayden. Hayden. Ugh, Hayden. He won't get out of her mind. Why? She has no idea why. He's annoying, and rude, and self-centered, and he likes to lead her on and make her feel things that she shouldn't.

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"Why are you so scared of kissing me?" He asks her, his voice quiet and gentle. His lips tilt downwards as she doesn't say anything for a while. She watches him as he looks down and shakes his head.
"Because," she finally mutters with a shrug of her shoulders. "Kissing, I don't know, it means something more than the other sexual interactions, you know?" He furrows his eyebrows.
"So, kissing me would mean something?"
"Basically."
"Then kiss me."

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"Hayden," he tells her with a smile.
"Susan," she replies, "but call me Claire."
"Claire?" He furrows his eyebrows. "Why Claire?"
"That's my middle name," she pauses, "duh."
"Oh, sorry, I should've known that," he sends her a playful look and then snakes his hands together.

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"We good?"
"We're good."