13 years old…Quil's POV…
"I just don't get why you are being so difficult, Claire! This is so unlike you!" Daniel, Claire's father, was pacing the small living room's width while Claire sat on the couch in front of him. Her mother sat beside her, looking at her hands in her lap, the small lines on her face that seemed to have just appeared in the past six weeks making an appearance.
"I'm not the one being difficult here! It's just a shirt!" Claire screeched back angrily. I sighed and shook my head.
"Claire, something of that size isn't worthy of being labeled as scarf, let alone a shirt." She turned her glare on me as the words seemingly spilled out of my mouth unconsciously. Uh-oh.
"Says the man that walks around without a shirt 24/7." She retorted sarcastically. I stared straight into her eyes, and yet, I didn't see my Claire anywhere. This girl was foreign to me.
"Claire, just tell me why. Why do you feel that you have to dress like this?" I pleaded with her.
"What can I say? It makes me feel good, but most of all it makes me look good!" she exclaimed.
"So this is what all o this is about? You looking good?" I bellowed. Her parents just stood back for now, letting me have my "moment" with her.
"YES, this is what this is about!" She spat in my face. She stood and slowly made her way closer to me with every step she took. "You think that I don't notice the way those guys at school stare at me when I pass by them in the hallway? They don't know my name, they don't know my favorite color, and they don't even know if I'm interested, yet they still take the time to look at me. To stare at my body. Do you even understand how good that makes me feel? It makes me feel hot. It makes me feel beautiful. It makes me feel sexy! THERE! I said it! I wanna feel sexy!" She ended huffing for air, her cheeks flushed, as I just stood there in horror.
Looking into her eyes, having never looked away from them through her entire rant, I saw pain, I saw heartache, I saw desperation, but I also saw another emotion that should never be seen in a 13 year old girls eyes.
I saw self-loathe.
She hated herself. My Claire hated herself.
"You are beautiful." I murmured lamely.
She rolled her gorgeous black chocolate eyes and shook her head exasperatedly. "I can only make myself look beautiful. I am far from, though. But anything helps. I've got your kind all figured out! It's all about size. Bigger bust, smaller waist, longer legs. It's all written out by your actions. Who your eyes linger on. What your eyes linger on."
"NO! NO! You shouldn't want to be looked at that way! You're not a slut! So stop acting like one!" I spat in her face. She cringed under my glare, when I suddenly realized that was the first time I had ever yelled at her. My chest ached instantly. I yearned to reach out and hold her, but I restrained myself. She lowered her head and closed her eyes tight.
"Claire, I-" I nearly whispered.
"Stop, Quil. Just….stop." She backed away from me and instantly self-disgust flowed through my veins and bile rose in my throat. "But, thanks. Really. It's nice to finally know how you truly see me after all of these years."
And with that, she was gone. Down the hallway and into her bedroom with a loud slam.
Her father was glaring at me, but didn't say anything; I knew he felt the same way about the situation, just didn't have the guts to say it. I drug my feet across their carpeted floor and forced myself out the front door. When my foot hit the bottom step, a heart-wrenching sob rang from an upstairs bedroom, where a heart broken teenage girl laid, crying her heart out. And my whole being was ripped in two.
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