Author's Notes: Once again, for Sasha (HarmonicFriction). Due to this chapter, I know want to give Dudleykins a big hug.

Warning: Drug use, language, self-inflicted pain.


Chapter Two

Dudley

The life of a kid on Privet Drive is a hard one. Especially when one is a girl and lives in Number One Privet Drive. Why would the Number One be such a great tragedy of a house? Because it was three away from four. Four being the home of Dudley Dursley. The bane of Clarice's existence, or so she thought.

Hmph. Clarice brushed her hair furiously trying to get her dirty blonde locks to fall in a more appealing fashion. Tonight was the night, the splendid, the terrible, the loathsome, the incredible, and the sweat-inducing night. Tonight was junior prom.

Clarice smiled the smile she'd been practicing all week; so much that her muscles were sore from the exercise. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get that smile to reach her blue eyes. She feigned a giggle, "Your so funny Daniel!" Her smile dropped in repulsion at the mention of Daniel.

Not that there was anything wrong with Daniel. In fact, nothing was. He was perfect. He opened every door, complimented her five times a night, asked for permission before holding her hand, but he seemed so fake. Clarice sighed. Tonight would have to be the last night she would let this ceaseless perfection continue. She was not good enough for him.

Daniel grinned as he led Clarice into the cafeteria. Clarice, gowned in a flowing blue gown that had a train long enough to trip someone behind her.

"After you," beamed Daniel, encouraging her to start dancing.

Clarice rolled her eyes the tiniest bit, but gave in to his sparkling green eyes. Why couldn't her own eyes sparkle like that?

"You look beautiful tonight by the way."

"Heh, thanks."

And just when the awkwardness of the not so appreciated compliment subsiding, the lulling tune of "Earth Angel" began to emanate from the speakers.

"What the hell is this?" asked a group of teenagers in the back corner, clearly irate at the stoppage of rap beats.

Clarice just shook her head in dismay at their lack of culture.

Daniel bowed low. "May I have this dance?"

Clarice looked everywhere but his perfect face. I have to end this. She glanced to the clock; it had only been one half hour and meaning to turn her gaze to the floor she accidentally caught a glimpse of Daniel's hopeful face. "Er, um, I guess."

Reluctantly she put her arms around his neck as he eagerly put his around her waist.

Earth angel, earth angel. The one I adore.

Clarice closed her eyes, waiting for it to be over, but Daniel only brought her closer. His warm breathing hit her ear. While this might have soothed another girl, it only bothered her.

Love you forever, and ever more.

Daniel moved his lips beside hers. Oh God no, please no. His lips taunted her by their closeness and she could almost hear the violins screeching has her horror movie continued.

An inch closer now, and she turned away, pretending to be distracted by the door. Once her eyes met the commotion that was actually occurring at the door she gave a little yelp and leapt out of Daniel's arms.

Dudley Dursley, that stupid boy, was running towards her like his life depended on it. As he came closer she realized the red rage that had taken over his features. Rolls upon rolls bounced upon each other as he ran.

"DUDLEY STOP!"

But she couldn't. The stupid boy had tackled Daniel, but something within her couldn't help but smile as she saw Daniel's surprised look. It didn't take long for that smile to come off her face however. The powerful stench of alcohol met her nose and she turned to stomp off.

"CLARICE-" Daniel punched Dudley in the nose, preventing the drunken boy from continuing. Dudley staggered up from the fray, and socked Daniel in the gut. "Waib!"

He ran, blood spattering his vision after Clarice and her lovely blue gown.

"LEAVE ME ALONE DURSLEY! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU!" Even as she yelled she didn't stop.

Miraculously, Dudley caught up to her, but it was to misfortune.

I fell for you, and I knew the vision of your loveliness.

"CLAREEB! I WANBOO DALKOO YOUUU!"

And then it happened. Riiiippp!

The hem of her dress couldn't stand the immense pressure Dudley was putting upon it by merely stepping on it.

Clarice screamed at the top of her lungs as she realized that her undies were hanging out for the world to see. "You just don't know how to stop, do you?!"

Dudley cowered behind his massive fists.

She bent to pick up torn train (much to the pleasure of the boys behind her) and threw it at Dudley. "Here, clean up that damn blood on your face and get outta here! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!"

Clearing the blood helped his speech. "But Clarice! I want to talk to you! I got Cam out of it!"

Clarice's eyes lit up for a moment, but then became dull. "Of course you did! You were thinking like any guy, with your penis, not your heart! You still just want to get in my pants! "

"NO! It isn't like THAT!" He pointed to his crotch. "It's like THIS! THIS!" He pounded his heart as if trying to prove that's where he thought.

"No Dudley, it's not. Just go. Please."

"No, I'm not leaving until-."

"Until what? I give you sex? No thanks."

Dudley just stood there whimpering like a neglected puppy.

"And you know, Cam's not going to stop until you stop. He looks up to you. I don't know why, but he does, and it pisses me off." Before she noticed, tears were running down her face, smearing her make-up. "God, I hate you Dudley Dursley. You ruin everything." And with that she went into the cold night with nothing but the top of her dress and her underwear.

I'm just a fool, a fool in love with you.

Dudley remained motionless as the entirety of Stonewall High stared at him like he was a freak. A fool.

Then the silence came.