some things just clique
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BRIARWOOD-OCTAVIAN COUNTRY DAY SCHOOL
ENGLISH
WEDNESDAY, JUNE 16th
2:15 P.M.
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"Only five more minutes," Claire whispered under her breath, sitting closely on the edge of her chair. Ms. B was trying to cram some last minute verbs and adjectives into their heads for 'fun' but she had no one's attention.
Many things had been racking Claire's mind lately, the first being Cam Fisher, the second dawning a huge history test on WWII, and third being Cam Fisher and his text.
The biggest problem though: Summer was less than five minutes away and Cam was presumably going to camp, the exact place, with the exact person that began their rough bumpy breakup. Nikki Dalton.
Glancing to her right, she looked out of the glass see-through window into the hallway. Speak of the Devil; Cam Fisher strolled by with his hands jammed infamously in his Diesel jean pockets.
It was kind of a scene straight out of the new movie-modern-version of Romeo and Juliet. It was almost like the moment that Leonardo and Claire shared romantically through the fish tank at the big evening party. Only it was through a modern day piece of thick glass.
Before Cam could read her face expression, she looked away with the feeling of burning in her pocket where her enV sat patiently.
When the clock struck 2:20 P.M., and the bell rang its classic three humming bells, every Briarwood-Octavian Country Day School student leaped from their seats and rushed out the door without bothering to put their seats up.
In the hallway students were hugging each other tightly, promising to stay in touch over the summer, making future summer plans, signing the infamous Yearbook, signing each other's shirts, and ignoring the people they weren't friends with.
Summer had finally begun.
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Immediately the Pretty Committee found each other within heartbeats through the crowds and swarms of the bodies of their peers.
"This is chaos," Massie grunted, shoving her way past the hives of girls that had been swarming her with goodbyes and last minute compliments. "Chaos, I say."
Kristen rolled her eyes with a relaxed smile, "You love it,"
Massie parted her mouth for a second but then smiled good-naturedly, "Busted."
They shared a laugh as they all linked arms and strutted down the hallway; girls parted while boys stared one last good time before the summer break. Things had finally managed to mesh a little better.
Striding for the parking lot where Isaac was waiting, the Pretty Committee stumbled in front of the exes.
"Hey girls," Kemp Hurley wolf-whistled and threw an extra wink for good measure. Josh punched Kemp playfully and threw an arm around Alicia.
She stammered and blushed slightly while leaning against him comfortably.
Derrick and Massie pointedly ignored each other, choosing instead to pretend like the goodbyes of their friends were intensely interesting.
"This year's been fun," Chris Plovert mumbled to Dylan with an apologetic half-smile. The redhead shrugged and he awkwardly looked at his feet. "I'm sorry about the pig pictures."
Dylan glanced up taken off guard but quickly recovered, "It's okay."
Cam dodged the flood of students that kept bumping him and Claire farther and farther apart. He shoved past one guy just to catch up with the speedy blonde.
"Hey," he panted, "did you get my text?"
Claire looked at her Keds for a moment, opened her mouth, closed it, opened it again, and closed it once more. Finally, she locked eyes with him for the first time in what felt like forever. She gazed at her favorable green eye and took a well-needed breath.
"I did," she said slowly. In fact she didn't just get his text, she re-read it over, and over, and over again. He looked at her so eagerly that she had the strong urge to run away from him again. "But—"
"Kuh-laire," Massie yelled with a hand on her slender hip from the end of the now-almost-vacant hallway, "coming?" She stood stoically with Alicia, Dylan and Kristen flanking her with similar stances.
"Yeah," Claire replied immediately. She glanced at Cam one more time and squeaked a quick, 'talk to you later, maybe,' and jogged to the Pretty Committee.
Claire didn't have time to let Cam get in the middle of her and her summer plans.
And that's the truth, so she believes.
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