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I walked down the hallway, surrounded by my group. The girls chatted amongst themselves.. About something. Or someone. Or somewhere. It didn't matter. My thoughts were focused on last Saturday.
Saturday.
Detention day.
Wanted by Brian.
And Andrew.
Kissing Bender... wanted by him, too? Possibly...
I snapped back to reality.
"Hey, Claire!" Someone yelled out obnoxiously.
I stopped walking, but I didn't reply. He kept on talking loudly anyways.
"How'd detention go?"
People stopped talking, and turned to look at me. I knew what they were thinking.
Claire? Detention? I wonder what she got busted for? Maybe it was something bad.. Really bad. Could it ruin her reputation?
"Lame. Busted for shopping? Seriously?" I started to walk, and motioned for my group to follow. Emma grabbed my arm, and I stopped again.
"Look who's at your locker!" She whispered excitedly.
The other girls noticed him, and whispered excitedly, too.
"I wonder what he wants?"
"He's SO cute!"
"Maybe he'll ask you to the dance!"
"I wish he was waiting by my locker..."
"Go see what he wants Claire!"
"Yeah, Go see what he wants!"
They pushed me forward, and I walked towards my locker, the girls following.
"Andrew." I greeted, emotionless. Not a warm greeting, not a cool one.
"Hey, Claire..." Warm greeting. Too warm. He wants something.
I may be "self-absorbed" but I know a lot about people.
"Hi Andrew.." Sighed Anna.
He looked at her.
"Um.. Hey."
She smiled and bit her lip.
Oh God...
He turned back to me.
"So listen, Claire.."
"Yes?"
"About Saturday.. I don't think.."
"Don't think what?"
That's when we noticed the girls, listening to every word.
He flashed them a smile. "Could you gorgeous ladies give us a minute?"
The girls all replied with "Of course!" and bounced away, giggling.
"So listen.." he continued. "I just don't think you should really go after Bender."
"John." I corrected. "And why? What makes you think.."
He cut me off.
"Hey, no need to get mad. I just don't think he's the right type for you."
"Oh, really? And who IS then?"
"Me."
The bell rang, and I opened my mouth to say goodbye.
But the words didn't come out.
Why?
Because he kissed me.
I could hear the girls shrieking, and Emma saying, "Oh my gosh!" (Much louder than was necessary.)
I pushed him off of me.
"Andrew!" I said, angrily. "What the heck?"
I didn't even bother to wait for my girls to follow before I stormed off.
Later on, in class
"Claire?" Mr. Auzchkermean said.
*What an unfortunate last name.. Really!*
"Yes?"
"Could you tell me the answer to this question, please?"
Everyone turned to face me.
Except for one. One person. One guy.
John.
"Yes? No?" Mr. Auzchkermean said.
"I.."
There's no way out of this..
"42.." Someone whispered from behind me.
"Yes. 42." I said.
He smiled, and wrote the answer on the board.
I looked behind me to thank whoever gave me the answer.
Andrew.
I sighed.
"Thanks." I whispered. I turned back around and looked at John.
It was clear he wanted me. Right? NOT Allison. He couldn't want her. She was crazy. She was a basket case!
The bell rang and I gathered my books and stood up. Everyone else had done the same, and I walked quickly to get closer to John.
"John!" I said.
No reply.
"Bender!"
He turned.
"Claire."
My heart sunk a little. He didn't seem too happy to see me.
"Hey..." I said.
"Um, hi."
"So about Saturday..." He cut me off.
"Can't talk now. Gotta run.." he nodded at me and walked away quickly.
I sighed.
He's difficult. But he's worth it...
Lunchtime.
I sat at my lunch table, absentmindedly pushing the food on my plate around with my fork.
"So Claire... What about that kiss with Andrew?" Emma asked.
"What about it? He kissed me. I didn't want him to. I pushed him away. Done."
"But WHY did you push him away? Seriously! He's so gorgeous!"
The girls stopped talking, and looked behind me.
I didn't even have to turn around.
"Hey, Andrew."
"Hey, Claire! Can I sit here?"
I looked at the girls. All of them wanted him to, so of course I let him.
"Yeah, I guess."
"Cool. So.."
"So what about Allison?"
"Allison? What about her?"
"You kissed me earlier. You wanted her on Saturday."
Anna interrupted us.
"Who's Allison?"
"Nobody." Andrew and I said at the same time.
"Lets walk." Andrew said. He looked at the girls. "Alone."
"Fine." I said.
I stood up and started walking, and Andrew followed.
"Claire.." He said once we were finally alone. "Allison was great. For that one day. But she's gone back to her weird ways. Besides, do you think I would risk my social status just to have a relationship with her? I don't wanna end up like Brian!"
I glared at him.
"That's low, Andrew. And shallow. You are such a shallow person!" I turned to walk away, but he grabbed my arm.
"Claire.. The point is, Allison isn't nearly as pretty as you are."
"What are you talking about?"
"Sure, Allison was gorgeous when you did her makeup, and let her borrow some of your clothing... But you're always like that, and Allison doesn't want to be that type of person."
"What's the point, Andrew?" I snapped. He had me backed up against a locker now. I wasn't scared, because he wouldn't hurt me. I was just worried he would try to kiss me again.
"The point is, Claire.. I want you. And I think we all know that you want me too."
"No, I don't." I said firmly. He took a step back.
"What?"
"I want John."
Andrew laughed.
"Oh, really?"
"Yes. And he wants me too." I said.
"Are you sure about that?" he said. "I'm pretty sure he's into girls named Allison. Not girls like you.. I don't know why though. Girls like you are perfect..."
"JOHN DOES NOT LIKE ALLISON!" I shouted, making Andrew jump back.
I stormed off down the hall, Andrew yelling after me to come back.
I'll show him! He'll see exactly who John likes! And that's ME!
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-Chloe