Title: For Those Nights I Can't Remember
Rating: PG-13
Chapter: 3. LoveDrunk
Fandom: Degrassi: The Next Generation
Summary: It's been almost a year and finally, Clare's back at Degrassi, but she won't talk to anyone, but Alli. KC will do anything to figure Clare out, even break up with Jenna. Klare. Kenna. Jalli.
Comments: Listen to the song "For Those Nights I Can't Remember" by Hedly. It reminded me so much of KC and Clare and fitted this story. This chapter was written while listening to the song "LoveDrunk" by Boy Like Girls so you guys should check it out!
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the idea.
Clare walked up to her locker and stopped several feet in front of it, arms crossed over her chest as she watched KC leaning forward against her locker. The thing that upset the teenage mother about this situation was the girl that stood between KC and the locker. Jenna Middleton. Jenna and KC were practically eating each other's faces off and of all places to be doing so; they were doing it against Clare's locker.
Clare cleared her throat as loud as she could.
KC pulled back at the sound and looked back over his shoulder. He had shimmering pink lipstick stuck to the area surrounding his mouth. He had a look in his eyes that was stone cold, but Clare wasn't sure if it was to her or to Jenna for having put KC at Clare's locker.
"Stop making out against my locker," Clare demanded, her voicing getting louder with every word.
"Oh, this is your locker," Jenna said nonchalantly once she had caught her breath. "My mistake," she lied in even too sweet of a voice for Barbie.
Clare rolled her eyes, "Just get out of my way."
KC moved quickly out of her way while Jenna decided to take her time, stopping to fix her hair, lips, and clothes ever so slowly before moving out of Clare's way. She couldn't help but smirk at the thought of annoying Clare. "Welcome back, Clare," she said in a chipper tone.
Clare watched Jenna, with her glittering yellow and blue pom-poms, walk away with eyes that could kill.
KC watched Clare eye Jenna and sighed, shaking his head. "She means well," he assured. "More than some people." He turned to walk away.
"Excuse me?" Clare looked at him in disbelief, her eyebrows raised and her eyes now narrowed at KC.
"She's not a bad person," KC stated in Jenna's defense.
"Yesterday she dropped her pencil in Psychology and instead of getting her pencil, her huge clown feet stepped on your foot," Clare reminded, the look of disgust and, again, abandonment back on her face.
"You know what, Clare? You do not get to look at me like that. You left me," KC shouted. "You. Left. Me. Not the other way around. So stop looking so hurt! This is all your fault!"
Clare shook her head, her eyes stinging with tears, "My fault!?" She looked at him, forcing herself not to cry and bit her lip before saying, "Fuck off, KC. I didn't even want to see you. You think it's all about you. That you're all I think about. Fuck you." She gritted her teeth together and then flung open her locker.
KC punched a locker nearby and screamed before rushing off in a fuss. He ran as fast as he could, trying to get away from her as far away as he could before he did anything that could hurt her. As much as he couldn't stand her right now, he did love her.
D:TNG
Alli walked down the front steps of Degrassi and sat in front of the sign next to her best friend. "Clare…" she said softly. "Connor told me what happened."
Clare shook her head, pushing her hair out of her face. "I'm stupid," she stated. "I came back thinking that he'd be mine again and… I should have known he'd hook up with that fucking bitch." She bit on knuckles to fight the urge to cry.
Alli rubbed her arm gently and sighed, "Maybe he'll come around."
"Yeah, and maybe the Shep will come back to Degrassi," Clare said, taking a venomous, sarcastic tone.
Alli shook her head, "Isn't Darcy back in town tonight?" She didn't wait for her friend to respond, "Maybe if you go see your sister, talk to her. She might make you feel better."
Clare looked at Alli and shrugged, rubbing the bit marks she left on her head, "Maybe…"