Eep, my first horrible story! Hahaa, reviews?
Clare fixed her abnormally short neon pink skirt.
"Randall, you bastard!" she heard from downstairs. There was a loud crash.
"The vase." Clare muttered to herself.
"Helen, don't be melodramatic. This is your bra." Randall said. Clare wiped the tears from her eyeliner-rimmed eyes, running downstairs.
"It's mine, okay? I dropped it on my way to the shower." Clare lied. Helen nodded.
"Well then, I'm sorry, Randall." Helen said, walking to the kitchen. Randall touched Clare's arm.
"Thank you." he whispered. She slapped his hand away.
"Don't touch me." she warned daringly, walking to KC's house. His face lit up, as he kissed her cheek.
"You look hot." he complimented. Clare smiled, examining herself. She was wearing a white corset, rimmed with a neon pink zig zag that matched her skirt, paired with stiletto heels.
"Thanks. You don't look too bad yourself." Clare purred. KC laughed, drooping his arm around Clare. He moved his hand to the end of her bra, letting his fingers wander.
"So, what's in store for tonight?" KC asked, grinning. Clare thought it over.
"We could go to the ravine again?" Clare suggested.
"Hm...I don't know..." KC trailed, jokingly.
"Bruce is bringing wine coolers." Clare whispered. KC menaced.
"Perfect, then." he said, walking to his car and opening the door for himself. Clare got in as well, grabbing his free hand.
"Can't believe we're in tenth grade." KC said out loud. Clare laughed softly.
"Yeah, I'm gonna miss being called 'Minor Niner'." Clare joked. Silence filled the car.
"So how are your parents?" KC asked. Clare sighed.
"Fighting. My dad's cheating." Clare said, chipping her fake nail. KC frowned.
"Again?" Kc asked incredulously. Clare nodded.
"So listen, remember how the last night I went to the Ravine, you couldn't go?" KC asked. Clare thought it over and then nodded.
"I kinda slept with Jenna." KC said softly. Not even so much as a gasp came from Clare. KC looked at her.
"Are you alright?" KC asked. Clare smiled, truthfully.
"I'm just upset I missed the booze. What kind?" Clare asked. KC grinned.
"Guinness." he said, leaning back. Clare snapped her fingers.
"Shit, that's the best kind." Clare mumbled. KC met her glance.
"Wait, so you aren't gonna dump me?" KC asked. Clare thought it over. Sex was nothing they hadn't done, and KC was probably drunk. She shrugged.
"No, on one condition." Clare said, smiling slightly. KC sat up.
"Anything." he said. She turned to face him.
"Okay. Do you think you could get me some weed?" Clare requested. KC nodded.
"I bought it last night, anyway." he said.
"Perfect. And one more thing." Clare said. KC nodded, showing his full attention.
"Come over tomorrow night. My parents will be out." Clare said.
"To do what?" he said.
"Like you don't know." she purred suggestively. He laughed.
"As much as I'd love to sit and flirt with you in my car, we have to get to school." KC pointed out. Clare grunted, stumbling out of the car. She turned to him.
"My next class is that way, see you in Calculus?" KC asked. Clare nodded, pecking him quickly. A hearse drove by, and a boy dressed in black came out of it.
"Um...where is room 413?" the boy asked. Clare rolled her eyes.
"Why do I give a shit?" she asked, snapping her gum. He wrinkled his nose.
"Damn, how much did you drink?" he asked. Clare shrugged.
"Enough to not remember you." Clare muttered. The boy smirked.
"I have an explanation for that. I'm new here, my name is Eli." he said. Clare laughed.
"Nice to meet you, I'm a meth head who laughs at you 'Sobers'. See you around." Clare slurred, walking to class. She stopped in the middle of the hallway.
"What the hell was that?" Clare said to herself.
Sorry for the bad ending, it didn't work too well. If you think I should continue, say so! Sorry it's short, I'm lazy tonight.