𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 | chase davenport

( 003. ) | and then i didn't

JUSTINE SAT IN THE NURSE'S OFFICE wondering what the heck had just happened during the rally when Cher walked in. She looked up to see her, flashing her a small, minute smile. "Hey," she uttered.

"Hey," Cher replied softly, sitting herself down in a nearby chair. "You feeling any better?"

Justine nodded, "Yeah. No broken bones or fractures or anything. Just some back pain, that's all." The room was silent for a good few seconds, but the silence was broken again by Justine. "Can you tell me what the heck happened while I was out? All I could see and hear was screaming and a flaming Dewey Dingo head and I need to make sure I wasn't just having hallucinations."

Cher laughed at her friend's question, but answered nonetheless. "Sadly, not a dream. Somehow Dewey Dingo caught on fire, by who or what I don't know."

Justine stared strangely at her for a few seconds, her eyes seemingly lighting up after the brief pause. "Oh, I know who it was. It was that guy was chasing her around just as she caught on fire," Justine said. Cher tilted her head, raising an eyebrow at what she meant. Justine started snapping her fingers, trying to remember his name. "Uh, y'know. Brunet, strong, tore off a locker,"

"Oh-

"Tall glass of water kind of guy—literally and figuratively-"

"Okay I get it!" Cher shouted, closing her eyes as she really did not need to hear that from her friend, or see that image. Justine's laugh only grew louder. "We don't need to talk about how you think he's hot—both literally and figuratively in this case if he's apparently also an arsonist." She continued.

"Okay, I seriously hate you for your continued use of puns today." Justine groaned, "You'd think you'd stop when I actually got injured, but no! I get more! And, y'know, I'm allowed to like guys, even if I normally don't express it,"

At this point, Cher was waving her hands around like a maniac to shut her up. "Yeah I know, crushes are normal, yadda-yada-yadda."

"I mean, I will admit, I am feeling a little woozy right now though. But, you of all people shouldn't judge. You've dated one or two guys and now you're crushing on that soccer guy-"

Cher corrected, "His name is Brett-"

Justine rolled her eyes. "Yeah, whatever. Brett. Has anyone ever known a good guy named Brett in the history of ever? I swear, every guy named Brett is immediately built to be some sports frat bro." She admitted.

Cher rolled her eyes. "You're literally into a potential arsonist. I'm pretty sure a guy with a common name isn't that bad." she returned.

Justine shrugged. "Okay, whatever you're into, I guess. But, if he breaks your heart I just wanna say I told you so." Justine muttered, beginning to lie down on the large cushioned seat she was on.

"Thank you, finally," Cher muttered. Justine threw a pillow at her for the comment, and with a "Hey!" Cher threw the pillow back in her face. All Justine did was lightly giggle, but stay in place, refusing to move herself or the pillow anymore. The two relaxed for a few minutes, Cher deciding to do her homework and text her mom about the sudden end of school.

However, Justine spoke up again soon after. "Y'know, I know you joked about him possibly being an arsonist, but I think he somehow lit Dewey on fire."

Cher glanced up from her homework curiously, stopping her pencil. "Okay, how so? I mean, we don't even know if he had a lighter or match or something."

"Yeah, well, stuff like that can't just happen normally as a freak accident. I know we live in California and all, but that doesn't mean that a fire is just going to randomly happen in a closed gym with no explanation. And, we have fire alarms and smoke detectors. Don't you think it's a bit weird that just as these Davenports show up that everything becomes chaos? I mean, the guy tore off a locker door and then wrestled a mascot for some sausage or something. He was the only one near her at the time too."