I was laying on my bed contemplating what went down between Clare and I before school ended today. I was remembering the yelling, the crying, and Clare getting dragged away by some guy with black hair. Elliott maybe? I don't know, don't really care. Anyways so I was walking out of class when...(flashback) "Hey Clare, um... Hi... Can I talk to for a minute?" I asked ever so sweet, or at least I thought it was sweet. Clare didn't seem to think so considering she rolled her eyes and continued to walk, but I grabbed her shoulder, "Clare please. I'm not trying to be mean, I need to talk to you I want to apologize." She rolled her eyes once again but said nothing and stayed where she was. "Okay, so um... I don't really have a good reason for what I did. The only reason I can think of is that I'm a stuck up bitch. And that's not even a good reason." She said nothing. She just kind of stood there with this blank expression on her face. "Say something. Anything" I pleaded. She spoke, "You're right. That isn't a good reason for what you did." Huh... not really the response I was looking for. I was so caught up in my mind that I didn't even notice that Clare was leaving until she got about four feet away from me. "Wait! Clare please stop let me explain." She kept walking. "CLARE!" I screamed. She turned around "God Jenna what do you WANT?!" She screamed, I flinched. Clare never screamed, she never lost her temper. "I want to explain myself." I said, she just looked at me and responded "You already have explained yourself. I've heard it. Can this conversation be over now?" she asked. She didn't even give me time to answer she just started walking away. "Wait Clare!" What happened next surprised me. She turned around and slapped me so hard I saw stars, okay that was an exaggeration but I wasn't that far off. I'm pretty sure I'll have a nasty bruise. "What the hell Clare!" I screamed, she laughed and answered "That's for stealing my boyfriend bitch." She answered. She turned to run away but not before I saw the little tears about to overflow her eyes. No she was not about to cry. She would NOT shed another tear because of me. I wouldn't allow it. I was about to say something when a guy dressed in all black came over and said "Clare come one. I'll get you home." Hey I was trying to talk to her you hearse driving freak! I thought Screw you Eli Weirdsworthy. Screw you! I continued the rant in my mind. Maybe I didn't deserve her friendship. I am a bitch after all, I don't care about anyone but myself. I hope one day Clare Edwards can find it in her heart to forgive me.