August 31st
Claire's House
11:21
Claire cocked her head to the side as she looked at herself in the mirror. Tomorrow had brought about a change in her. Around July she realized Cam wasn't going to call her back so she left him alone. She had grown a lot and she took up running. Now, instead of thin short legs they were long and toned. Then came her hair. In a desperate attempt to gain control of her life she dyed it. It was a reddish-brown color (I'm thinking current Miley Cyrus) and grown it out. Claire hooked one of the loose curls around her index finger, admiring the silky texture. She looked around her new room for the box labeled 'clothes' to pick out something for tomorrow. Sifting through the box she weighed her options. She could wear a 100 Massie-approved outfit that she hated or a 100 Claire-approved outfit she loved. She went for the latter; a pair of Cali Low Rise Flare light wash jeans and a rolling stones tight t shirt. For her feet she chose her favorite black high tops. Claire knew Massie would have a fit when she saw the no designer, laid back pick but she really didn't care. She yawned and stretched her arms above her head. Claire sat down and tried to get back to Twilight. One of her Florida friends had gotten her into it and now she was hooked. But something kept distracting her from her reading. Her mind was wondering off and it felt like she was reading the same sentence over and over again. The same sentence over and over again. She closed the book and set it on the cushion of her bay window. What could be wrong? Then she remembered. Before she left for Florida she had taped a picture of Cam on the headboard of her bed, vowing she would get him back. That was 3 months ago; it might as well have been a lifetime. She padded over to her bed and slowly peeled off the picture, careful not to take any of the paint with it. Before throwing it in her waste basket she gave it one last look. For the first time in months she got that feeling in her chest. Her heart felt heavy. She hated that feeling. It just wasn't fair that he got to go off and be with Olivia while she was being sad about him. Oh yeah, she knew about Olivia. Everyone had managed to keep it a secret from her up until last week. She was waiting outside of the drug store while Layne got magazines and nail polish for their girly night when she saw them together. They were holding hands walking to the ice cream place. She ran into the store and grabbed a box of hair color and Layne dyed her hair as Claire pretended everything was fine. They had such a good time when Claire woke in the morning she had forgotten what happened the day before. Then she saw her hair and it all came flooding back to her. Claire pursed her lips and threw the stupid picture in the trash and climbed in bed.