I walked through the halls of Degrassi High with my hand holding on to my messenger bag. I went to my locker and opened it. I looked at K.C. He was obviously mad about accusing him of hitting Connor. I looked over at Reese who was goofing off with his friends. He caught my eye and smiled. I snapped my attention back to my locker. I looked at K.C. again.
"I'm sorry K.C. I didn't mean what I said," I bit my lip, hoping he would accept my apology. He deeply sighed and faced me.
"I know, it's just that I hate having this new reputation about being a… bad kid," he said.
"You're not a bad kid, K.C., everyone knows that."
"Tell that to Reese and everyone else."
"Reese is a jerk so don't pay attention to him."
"Really? You seem to look interested in him lately."
"But I'm not. K.C. you know I like you."
"And I like you too, so let's just move on, okay?" K.C. smiled at me. I smiled back. We continued on to class. He grabbed my hand. I smiled even wider. During class, I turned to K.C.
"So does this mean we're going out?" I whisper.
"You can say that," K.C. says. I smiled.
Around lunch time, I was on my way to the M.I. lab to work on my project. I see Reese leaning on the doorway. He nodded and smiled at me.
"Uh, Reese, what are you doing here…?" I asked nervously.
"Chillin'. You?"
"Um, I'm just coming in to work on my project," I walked inside the room and set my bag down.
"You know, Clare, I was wondering if I can get to know you better," Reese walked inside the room.
"Um, I kinda have a boyfriend now."
"Doesn't mean we can't be friends," Reese said.
"Yeah, we can be friends," I say.
"So, uh, who's your boyfriend? Lemme guess, K.C.?" I turn towards him.
"How do you know?"
"It's way too obvious. What do you see in him?"
"Look, I know you and K.C. don't like each other, but I just need to get this off my chest. K.C. isn't a bad kid, and I know you might think that, but it's only because you don't know him," I say.
"Who said I thought K.C. was a bad kid?" Reese asks.
"Well, everyone thinks that now," I say.
"Who said that?" Reese asks.
"Well, K.C. did…" I trail off. Reese half-laughs.
"Well, whatever, I'm sure not everyone thinks that. K.C.'s pretty smart and he's lucky to have a girl like you," Reese smiles and walks away. I look at him. He sure does know how to make someone feel special…
That night, I sat in my room thinking about K.C. and Reese. K.C's nice, cute, smart, charming… Reese has a nice smile… Good sense of humor… Knows how to make girl feel special… Sweet… Oh no, I think I'm starting to be torn between two guys.
