"Are you sure you didn't get the note?" Clare repeated her question as her and Alli walked out of independent study together as she shook her head. In return, Clare let out a sigh of agony.
"What was it about?" Alli asked.
"Mrs. Wilder's sex ed test in child development," she answered. "One of the questions asked if I had to do with someone, who'd it'd be."
"Oh, I remember taking that class last year. And yikes, who'd you put down?" Alli asked, curious of her abstinent friend.
Hesitantly she finally confessed, "Drew Torres."
"Drew Torres? He doesn't even have a clue of your existence," Alli slipped out.
"Thanks for the reminder," Clare remarked as she started picking up her pace in a huff.
And besides, he could have an idea on who she is. He's the drummer with her stepbrother's band along with KC and Eli. She also happens to be friends with his sibling, Adam. Who knows, he could know her first AND last name.
"I'm sorry, Clare. But, come on, it's Drew Torres. He's an upperclassman, star athlete, drummer, and off the market," Alli pointed out.
"I know. But he's supposed to be my ideal," Clare let out.
"Your ideal, yes. But you got to be real at some point. I mean, I did nab my ideal when I was a freshman. But I also gave up my V-card and I know you're not as stupid as I was. It took me a while to realize ideals aren't everything," Alli lectured her wisdom of her past with the infamous Johnny DiMarco.
"And then you met the ever so wonderful Dave Turner," Clare sarcastically added.
"Exactly," Alli genuinely smiled.
"Gosh, I just hope whoever has the note isn't me. I'd have to pack up and illegally cross the border to the US," Clare exaggerated.
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"Do you know Clare Edwards?" Drew Torres asked as he was doing pull-ups with his friend, Owen Milligan.
"Sophomore, right?" Owen replied.
"Yeah. Would you ever date her?" Drew curiously asked.
"Uh, it depends, what's in it for me?" Owen scoffed.
"She's not bad looking, you know," Drew replied, remembering those blue eyes, the light auburn hair, the pearl skin, her full lips, and the way her curves managed to show their size through whatever outfit she was wearing. He always caught her looking at him, like this morning. But she always really cute about the way she tried to hide it.
"It's not that. For one thing, she's Jake's stepsister," he started.
"That didn't stop you from going for Sav's real sister," Drew argued.
"True. But come on, her? She's got nice knockers, but it's not like you're going to see them in its flesh anytime soon. She's called Saint Clare for a reason," Owen referred. "Could you seriously imagine trying to have a good time with her?"
"Maybe I'm interested in more than just a good time," Drew stated.
He wouldn't have said that statement in the beginning of the year but honestly, he had thoughts that didn't involve his dick. And when those thoughts came around, he couldn't be any more annoyed by Marisol. There was no doubt she's fun to mess around with, but he couldn't take her seriously. The talks they were nothing meaningful. That's what he started to want. A serious relationship.
"And I'm sure the Boiler Room was definitely a moment of heart to hearts with Bianca," Owen recalled.
"Don't act like you're all about sex and kickass parties. Who had to get dragged out of bed by his friends because he was all mopey about getting rejected by Anya," Drew retorted.
"Whatever. But why are you getting so hung up on this girl? You have Marisol, now she's definitely a catch," Owen reminded.
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Clare couldn't help but flare her nostrils in jealousy as her and Alli watched Marisol change from a distance in the locker. The girls got back from gym and it just so happens that Power Squad is in the same period. She watched at how absolutely fit her body was in her black bra and panties.
"I swear, how is it possible to have not one inch of fat on her body? She probably has a trainer and an overactive thyroid I'm sure," Clare ranted.
"If you didn't spend all your time at soup kitchens and actively be a part of your Jesus club and LGBT club, you would have time for being under the shackles of exercise," Alli said.
"I guess. How does one compete with that her?" Clare groaned
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After school, Alli would've usually waited with Clare until their licensed brothers came around. But since she was volunteering with her boyfriend to help set up the dance at seven, Clare would be waiting solo. Technically she could bike home but one simply can't refuse an offer to put it in the trunk. That is until a familiar, moron decided he'd once again bug her.
"Hey cutie. Long time, no see," Mo Mashkour greeted as he sat next to her at one of the outside campus tables.
"Don't you have a car?" Clare deadpanned.
"Yes. Why, do you want a ride?" Mo winked as he tried to brush off one of the out of place strands of her hair. That is until she smacked his hand away.
"No, I was implying that you should be getting to it, now," she retorted.
Ever since Jake invited his friend over for dinner, he hasn't gotten off of Clare's case. She honestly didn't want to get the time to know him because of his "friendly" advances. Had he approached her in a less repulsive way, maybe she would've considered him. Heck, maybe even deep down he could be a sweet gentleman.
"Clare, the more you try to suppress your feelings for me, the harder I'll try," Mo replied. On second thought…
"How about instead of going for Jake's sister, you go for Sav's," she begged.
"What's the problem with a guy trying to pursue such a stubborn girl? Is it because I'm Muslim?" he joked. "Then again, you did go out with Eli. So please continue your rebellious streak in dating non-Christian boys!"
"Screw it. I'm riding my bike," she got up from her seat.
"Wait, one more question-"
"Yes, you're a total schmuck," she quickly answered.
"Schmuck? Really? Anyway, that's not the question. The question is, do you feel the sexual tension?"
Clare rolled her eyes before she stormed off.