Finding Another Chapter 3: Student Showcase

Do you really need to know everything that went on before school? No, I didn't think so.


So, I drove up, parked Morty, etc. Oh, Clare's at her locker. I'll go have some fun with her.

"Missed you last night, was Twilight on TV?"

"She thinks she's protecting me by lying, but she's just making it worse!"

"Wha-?"

I took her arm and spun her around so we were face-to-face.

"Stop. Rewind and…play."

"According to my mom, everything's fine between her and my dad but, anyone could see that it's not."

"Do you think they're getting divorced?"

"Divorced? My parents would never get divorced! My mom's just…sad because my dad's always in a bad mood."

"Well, have you told them how you feel?"

"I've been trying, but they don't want to talk."

"You could write how you feel in that letter for English class. Kill two birds with one stone."

I could tell she was thinking about it. That was a good thing, for she was going right along with my plan. She didn't know about the plan of course. But I did.


The next day, Clare took my advice, as I presumed, and wrote the letter. Much improvement.

"Wow. How did it feel to write this?"

"Good. It felt really good. It's everything I wanted to say."

Just then, Ms. Dawes came in and told us we both had detention for skipping. Yeah…I'm not going to repeat any of that conversation. Clare was chosen to read first. She got choked up, but I think her words moved the class. Ms. Dawes let her stop short and asked for my opinion. I will gladly repeat this conversation.

"I think…it deserves a larger audience. Like at the student showcase tomorrow."

"That's a fantastic idea. Clare?"

"Well it's kind of personal." She shot daggers with her eyes at me. I just smirked back at her.

They talked a while more and Ms. Dawes insisted that she would sign Clare up for the showcase. As she was taking her seat, she whispered to me, "My mom's going to be at the showcase!"

I turned around in my seat.

"Which means she'll be forced to listen to you. Isn't this what you wanted?" I turned back to the front of the class.


The next day,I went through the normal day, then I met up with Clare for the showcase. We went backstage and saw her mom in the audience. They waved at each other and Clare and I started talking.

"Okay, you wanted to talk to your mom and this is your chance!"

"Maybe I am a worry wart, maybe there's nothing wrong at home!"

"Or maybe you're scared!"

"Of what?"

"Finding out what's really wrong with your parents."

"That's not true."

"Then prove it. Dawes assigned us as English partners because she thought you needed to take risks."

"With my writing! Not my life! This isn't me, shouting in a park in front of a bunch of strangers. This is my family. It's personal."

Sav announced Clare to come up. She shook her head at me and left. I looked after her and realized she just needed some time alone. And I couldn't shake off the feeling that I had wanted to kiss her right then and there.


A couple hours later, I decided to go to her house. Yeah, we have a thing called the directory, you know, the book that has everyone's address in it? Anyway, I drove up. I got out of the hearse and as I walked to the door, she came outside. Perfect timing.

"What are you doing here?"

"Hi Eli, how are you? Fine, Clare, thanks for asking."

"Hi."

A moment of silence.

"If you don't want to tell your mom how you're feeling, I respect that."

"Too late."

"You read her the letter?"

"And she wants to know what's wrong as much as I do. She and my dad are talking right now." She pointed back at the house.

"So what you're saying is…my plan worked?"

"Could you be more smug?"

"Absolutely!"

She laughed.

"Here." I took off the headphones from around my neck. "You might want to borrow these. They're a noise cancellation. Might come in handy if things get worse with your folks. Or if you need to ignore an English partner."

"Thanks."

"And I'm sorry for interfering. Promise not to do it again." I headed back toward Morty. But before I got in, her hand went on top of mine at the top of the door.

"Um… you can interfere every once in a while." I glanced down at her hand on top of mine. I could get used to that. "But I'm still gonna do whatever I want."

"Wouldn't expect anything less."

Her hand left the top of mine and I got into the hearse. Before I drove away, we locked eyes for a minute. Then, I took up enough courage to leave. I knew this was bad, since I was falling hard again, but I couldn't have cared less at the moment.


So...sort of fluffy...sort of...and when i said, "i couldn't shake off the feeling that i had wanted to kiss her right then and there", i got that from one of those images from muchmusic. like, they have words on them, and one of them for that exact scene had a little caption thingy that said, "If I kiss you, will you feel better?" or something like that. anywho, thx 4 reading, plz review, follow me on twitter MusicRox526. :)