Title: Bombshell
Rating: M
Chapter: 3
Fandom: Degrassi: The Next Generation
Summary: Bombshell (noun): one that is stunning, amazing, or devastating.
Comments: The song on Clare's radio is "Sure, Baby…Hold Back." by Say Anything.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except the idea.
Watching Clare Edwards slam back three shots of tequila in a row was the hottest thing Drew Torres had ever seen her accomplish with clothes on. Clare pursed her lips together as she let out a drunken giggle, leaning into Jake, his arm around her chair.
"You can't get too drunk. You're helping me with the benefit tomorrow," Holly J reminded, pointing to the blonde next to her.
Clare wrinkled her nose, looking at Holly J with mock annoyance, and shook her head, insisting, "I'm not that dru-unk." Everyone at the table bursts into laughter at her small slur, but Clare was staring across the circle at Drew unphased. Her blue eyes were hazy and she was biting her lips together.
Drew mimicked her, pinning his own lips shut with his teeth. He felt his chest getting heavy and could play it off as if the alcohol caused it, but he was sure everyone else knew that he had barely kept his eyes off of Clare all night.
Clare sat up staighter, shrugging Jake's arm from around her. She cleared her throat, looking back at Holly J. "Yeah, I think I should just head back to my hotel. Pull myself together before tomorrow." She stood up and smiled, looking around the table. "I'll see you guys. Jake, I'll venmo you." She kissed her step-brother on the cheek and headed towards the exit.
Drew waited a moment, not wanting to seem obvious, and nodded, standing up from his own seat. "Yeah. I'm pretty beat." He pulled out his wallet to grab out a twenty and then tried to look casual as he walked quickly towards the door, pocketing his wallet.
He gasped in surprise when he walked outside and found a hand planting itself on his chest. He let out a nervous laugh, shaking his head. "Dammit, Clare."
Clare stood in front of him, staring up at him through her eyelashes, her lips twisted into a smirk. He could smell the heavy scent of alcohol on her breath as she whispered, her voice steadier than any other part of her, "I shouldn't drink and drive." She dropped her hand from his chest and he let out a shuddering breath. She didn't wait for him as she headed back to a red truck which displayed the Martin Construction Company logo, fumbling to get the car keys from her purse.
Drew rushed up beside her and snatched the keys out of her hand. "I got this." He unlocked the truck and pulled open the passenger side door for her. Once she had climbed inside, he shut the door and jogged to the driver's side, getting in beside her.
Drew shoved the key into the ignition, turning it to start the car and, as soon as the engine roared, so did a voice almost shouting at them to an aggressive beat.
…Sugarpie Honeybunch! I don't want to lose y…
Drew was in shock from the loud voice screaming at him, that he didn't have the sense to reach over and turn it off. Clare, on the other hand, jerked forward, gasping, as she shut off the stereo. She let out a nervous laugh. Drew could make out a soft flush spreading from her cheeks down her neck in the dark. The neon sign in the window of the bar made her blush glow, radiating an alluring heat off her supple chest.
"What the hell was that noise?" Drew laughed, pulling out of the parking lot once he pried her location out of her mouth.
Clare was staring forward out the window, her chest heaving nervously. "Say Anything," she whispered between breaths.
Drew pursed his lips together and his face wrinkled in deep thought. "Like the movie?"
Clare shook her head, turning to look at Drew. "Like the band." She placed a hand on the dashboard, which Drew figured was because she was drunk. "It's really the only band Eli listened to that I like." She closed her eyes and frowned.
Drew gave a small glance in her direction and reached over, turning the blasting music back on to cover up the silence. If Clare was still listening to the one band Eli had sparked her interest in, was she actually over him? Was she in the mind set to start something new? Did she just want to hook up to get over him again?
Clare leaned forward and turned down the volume. "I'm over Eli." It was as though she had been reading his mind.
Drew furrowed his brow and felt a smile tug his lips again. "Oh, are you?" He pulled up to the hotel and parked in the back of the lot. He turned off the car and turned to face her. He reached out and took a bleached curl between his fingers. "Little Miss Blondie."
Clare winced innocently, wrinkling her nose. "Not my wisest choice."
"Don't blondes have more fun?" Drew drawled, leaning in towards her across the bench seat. She stared up at him with mischievous blue eyes, pressed up against the inside of the passenger door. He smirked at her reaction. "I think we could have a little fun together, Edwards."
Clare almost smiled, but his lips had crashed into hers.
