Unexpected

Homemade

Getting off his Mustang Shelby Gt 2020, Clark grabs his bag from the backseat and walks inside the University.

The instant he went through the doors, all attention was focused on him.

Word got out quickly about the incident yesterday at the cafeteria like wildfire.

Some are afraid but some are happy that somebody finally stood up to Julius.

Students move out of his path, giving him a clear path to his classroom.

"Dude you look like a f*cking beast yesterday. I'm telling you."

"Kevin shut up." Maria says, hitting the back of Kevin's head.

"What's that for?" Kevin turns to Maria

"He just got here then youre already running your mouth that much."

"I just can't get over it. It's really rare seeing Clark mad you know? I'm just hyped thinking about it."

Clark just smiles while shaking his head before gesturing Kevin to go back to his seat and just leave him alone.

"Goodmorning, Class."

And with that class stars.

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"Are you going down, Clark?" Kevin asks.

"Not today. Sorry."

"It's ok. I'm a fool trying to ask after what happened yesterday."

"No not that. December asks me to wait for her here. I don't know why." Clark answers, playing with his pen.

Clark tends to unconsciously play with his pen or anything he touch whenever he is nervous.

"Now I'm actually curious." Kevin says, going back to his seat. Giving a close look at Clark.

Knock Knock Knocm

The door opened and December looks inside.

"Hi, everyone. Can I come in?" she asks, giving everyone a warm smile

Everyone was shocked by her sudden appearance that they only managed to nod.

December went straight to Clark's place, giving him a smile as a greeting. Clark smiled back.

"I made you lunch." December says, placing a container on Clark's desk.

"Woah for real? You don't have to, you know." Clark can't believe what just happened

"I cooked it for you."

Clark's classmates are listening peacefully at the conversation of the two.

"Real talk though. You didn't have to."

"I know, but I insist. Can I sit beside you?"

"Yeah sure."

December grabs the empty seat beside Clark then sits down.

"This is really good, December. Thank you."

The sweet and sour taste of the meatballs are battling inside Clark's mouth as he devour it one by one.

"Here. Have one." Clark says, bringing a meatball up to December's mouth.
"It tastes good, right?"