I took a large swig of my coke, wiping the excess liquid off my lips. My eyes lazily scanned the abandoned kitchen, landing on the familiar browned banana that never left the fruit basket. Clare reallly needs to throw that thing away. And once again, there's nothing edible in sight.
Impatiently tapping my fingers on the table, I waited for him to show up. You'd think it would take guys two minutes to get downstairs. What was he doing anyway? Blow drying his hair to perfection?
Finally the sound of silent descent down the stairs met my ears.
"Mimi", Clare coolly said by the kitchen doorway, shoving his hands deep into his jean pockets as he narrowed his eyes into mine.
I choked on my coke, midway from swallowing. The stupid acid in the soda spurred into my throat and into my nasal passages.
Why?
Because Clare had the face of a child that was betrayed. His nose was scrunched up to make a scowl, yet his eye slits couldn't maintain themselves and every once in a while, one eye would twitch.
Good lord I'm creating abs right now. I was suffering from that laughter where no sound was coming out of mouth, that laughter where you feel like you can lose weight if you did it every day, yes it’s that form of laughter. It would’ve been okay if it wasn’t accompanied by a hack load of coughing from the recent coke going down the wrong hole.
"Haha-Oh-oh my-Ha-" I couldn't even contain my outbursts as I laughed my head off.
"So how was Sammie girl for, ahem, you?" I questioned with wide innocent, doe like eyes. I was quite please with myself, it only took me a couple minutes to calm down. I would’ve sat like that all day just ridiculing him if I wasn’t “acting” as a polite person. Sure I’m not in school but practice makes perfect anyway.
He came closer as anger radiated off his body and began explaining the events of yesterday night.
"Well, after school I brought her over to my place.”
“That’s great! So did you tutor her?” I asked cheekily.
He went ahead and sat in the chair across from me and grabbed my coke with so much force, little dents formed on the can. Geez, he needs to calm down.
“I brought her to my room, and told her to get comfy because tutoring takes a long time."
I made a distasteful face. Because that doesn’t sound creepy at all. I can almost imagine how innocent Sam must have been. Poor girl.
“What’d you do? Try to put her in the mood or something” I said rolling my eyes as I leaned back into the chair.
He blushed and defended himself, completely destroying the “I’m-so-incredibly-man-angry-at-you” attitude.
“No! I offered her a cookie.”
I chuckled.
“Is that what you do with all your ladies? Bribe them with sweets? It wasn’t drugged right? That would bad Clare. Just cause girls won’t get it on with you doesn’t mean you drug them.” I reprimanded in a motherly tone.
“No I didn’t drug her! Besides she refused, she said it wasn’t pure if she accepted a cookie from me or something.”, he said confused. Well, yep, that definitely sounded like Sam.
I nodded my head in understanding.
“Taking anything from your hands wouldn’t be pure”
He gave me an exasperated look.
“Okay, okay I’ll shut up. Just keep going.” I said holding my hands up.
“So after she refused, I- I well you know talked to her for a bit about school and stuff, then she suddenly asked me how babies were made…”
