Author's Notes: I'll be back to working on my DaveXJenna fic soon. This is just a oneshot because I wanted to write something from Clare's perspective (so much more fun than Jenna's perspective). This takes place before 901: Just Can't Get Enough Part 1. But there aren't any spoilers unless you count the fact KC and Clare were holding yellow schedule sheets as a spoiler. This is from Clare's perspective, but I think that's pretty obvious.
The start of the new semester felt like the start of a whole new school year. Things were going to be different this term. Things were going to be amazing!
For one thing I felt like a new person. Starting high school made me realize I could be myself and still be okay. I was worried at first about being compared to Darcy. I wanted to make myself as different from her as possible. I even wore my private school uniform to school, so I wouldn't be noticed. I was fine in my group of fellow gifted students.
And then I met him. KC Guthrie. He changed my life. I can't even imagine where I would be if we had never met. He showed me that it was okay to be myself, that it was okay to let go, even that is was okay to be interested in boys. Well, a boy to exact.
He was my first crush, who turned into my first boyfriend, who was turning into my first love. We've only been dating for two weeks, but these past two weeks have been the happiest of my life. I never imagined it would feel so good to be with someone else. I didn't know how warm holding someone's hand was, or how sweet kisses could taste. But KC taught me these things. He showed me a whole new world.
Yes, life in this world was going to be different. It was going to be better. And as I walked up the front steps of school I felt my heart beat fast with excitement. With each step my heart beat even faster and I felt a smile begin to peek out at the corner of my lips.
And then I saw him. KC was standing by the front desk holding a yellow schedule sheet. The hint of a smile on my lips changed into an all out grin. I couldn't help it, just the site of him- my boyfriend- made me want to break into dance. Of course I wouldn't, dancing is not one of my strong suits.
He looked up at me.
"Good Morning, Clare" I noticed as he said my name he smiled too.
"Good Morning, KC" I said back as I picked up my schedule. I couldn't help but avoid eye contact. I was afraid I might turn bright red if I looked him in the eye.
But as I turned toward the hallway he grabbed my hand. No, he held my hand. Ah, looks like I was going to end up blushing anyway.
I glanced up at him. He was looking at me; a little twinkle seemed to be in his eyes. And he smiled again, that brilliant, charming smile only he could pull off. And we walked down the hall to our lockers; his hand around mine, with my cheeks surely turning an embarrassing shade of red.
Yes, things were going to be different this term. Things were going to be amazing!