/jar/ of [hearts]
(who do you think you are? running around leaving scars.
collecting your jar of hearts and tearing love apart.
you're gonna catch a cold, from the ice inside your soul.)
he didn't even spare her a single g l a n c e.
after having her heart broken by him, she thought she deserved at least a look of pity.
(but no such l u c k)
he s a u n t e r e d towards his latest conquest, a materialistic bitch who worshipped the ground he walked on.
- they all do.
she stared as they flirted and exchanged numbers; she wanted to stop watching but he was magnetic to her and she just couldn't.
(couldn't, or wouldn't?)
and with a flip of her glossy brown hair, the girl was gone.
- with him staring at her ass until she was out of sight.
he suddenly started walking towards her with a look of s u r p r i s e like he hadn't noticed she'd been sitting there the e n t i r e time.
"hey, claire. want to grab some dinner tonight?" he asked c a s u a l l y, like this was a daily routine for him.
(it used to be. used to, she reminded herself as she felt butterflies in her stomach.)
-just from hearing hisdeep, husky, and oh so s e d u c t i v e voice.
"fuck off." she replied with as much confidence as she could muster up with her heart still in p i e c e s.
"come on, clairebear. just one dinner, then i'll leave you alone, okay?" he said so damn convincingly.
no. no. no. no. no. no. was what her mind told her, but she always thought with her heart, and she was quickly forgetting about his playboy ways.
(plus, he was using that stupid cute puppy dog face, and she was getting lost in his eyes...
-endless swirls of c h o c o l a t e.)
his eyes were not s i n c e r e though, and that should have set off blaring alarms to her, but she was just so captured with him that she couldn't think s t r a i g h t.
"fine." she whispered breathily in s u r r e n d e r.
"awesome, i'll see you at seven then!" he kissed her on the cheek, then left her in a sweetsweetsweet whirlwind of axe cologne, laundry detergent, and minty goodness.
still d a z e d, she stood in the same spot for a second or two before heading towards her next class.
-though she couldn't even pretend to concentrate after that encounter.
;
i'm sure he's just running late. maybe he had to stay and help a professor with something. maybe his roommate fainted. maybe he got injured in soccer. m a y b e...
(oh, who the hell am i kidding. he's not going to show up.)
unwilling to accept the truth of where her date was, she ordered her sixth champagne.
-one for every ten minutes.
"miss, will your date be arriving soon? we have a line of people outside the door." said a waitress as she chugged her last flute of the b u b b l y drink.
"oh, i'm so sorry. i'll be leaving, then." she slurred, already a little d r u n k, dropped a couple twenties on the table, and started walking towards the exit.
then, remembering something, she turned back towards the waitress. "but if by any chance someone by the name d e r r i c k harrington drops by, b i t c h slap him for me, alright?"
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a/n: yet another random and senseless drabble. i strongly dislike clairington, and this probably reflected that, but they just fit this plot so well i had to try it. lyrics and title are from 'jar of hearts' by christina perri. please review?