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Paramore: That's What You Get
When Claire and I walked back into the room, everyone was working on their assignments. I led Claire to her bed and I heard her get her phone out of her pocket, and I knew what would happen would not be good. Ethan previously knew that she wouldn't tell anyone, and when she told me, that must have messed up his entire plan.
I walked over to the stack of notebooks that were fanned out beside Massie and Josh. Claire and I were going to start working on the party mix, but I knew that it would be difficult. There were so many other thing going on inside our head right now, I wouldn't be surprised if Claire chose all Evanescence. Massie wouldn't be too happy if that happened. I looked through the pile to find a blue notebook, thinking that maybe Claire's favorite color would cheer her up a little bit.
When the sound of Claire hyperventilating met my ears, I knew something was horribly wrong.
I knew that that text was worse than I thought.
I quickly turned around to see if I could try to help my love, and my eyes met hers, wide with fear, before closing tightly, and her head fell backwards, bringing her upper body with it.
"Claire," my mouth seemed to shout as I shot forward to catch her before her head hit the wall.
Everyone looked up from their sheets of inspiration as my hand found the crown of her head just in time. Their eyes were large with worry and fear. My eyes were wide with terror, worry, and hate. Not hate that was aimed towards anyone in this room, but hate toward that monster that was known as Ethan Bates.
"Claire, love, wake up." I said while lightly tapping her face. Hey eyes stayed closed.
"Please Claire." I pleaded with her as Josh told Cam to go get an ice cold glass of water.
The Fray: Look After You
Maybe that would help.
"Claire." I tried one last time. No response.
"You want me to pour it on her?" Cam asked as he came out of Claire's bathroom with a plastic cup of water.
"No, don't pour it on her." Josh said with a wary expression on his face as he looked back at Claire. Josh's dad was a doctor, and he wanted to go into the field of medicine as a pediatrician, so I suspected that he knew what he was doing. "Derrick, can you put your hands in the glass, then around Claire's face?" He asked me, his brown eyes, wide.
I nodded quickly agreeing, and letting Massie know that I needed her to take Claire's head and dipped my hands in the cup as Cam held it out for me. I winced as my fingers came in contact with the frigid water.
I quickly put my hands on both sides of Claire's face with my middle fingers hitting her temples. Claire took a quick gasp of air when I pressed a bit harder to her cheek. Her eyes flew open, and quickly narrowed against the light.
"Claire, thank God." I exclaimed at the same time, planting a kiss on her forehead. I breathed out a sigh of relief and took her in my arms.
Boys Like Girls: Dance Hall Drug
"Are you alright Claire?" Kemp asked. Worry was clear on his face, as well as the rest of the guys. All of them viewed her as a little sister, and would be crushed if anything happened to her.
Claire nodded slowly, reassuring everyone that she was okay.
"Why do you think you fainted Claire?" Alicia asked, her brown- almost black- eyes wide with wonder as Kemp wrapped his arms around her.
Claire thought for a minute before answering, trying to cover up the texts. "Probably because I didn't get anything breakfast. I'll be fine once I get an orange, or something." She said moving from my arms and started getting off the bed.
I quickly followed her, making sure that she didn't stumble, or faint again.
"Do you want me to come with you?" I whispered in her ear we stood at her door.
Claire looked at me, her blue eyes filled with the crystal tears that she was holding back. This text was bad.
Really bad.
Paramore: Franklin
I grabbed her cell phone off the bed to give to Claire. I had to find out what this text was.
I walked back over to Claire and grabbed her hand in efforts to let her know, I was still here, and I wasn't leaving.
Claire gave a quick, but weak smile as I intertwined our fingers. We walked out into the hallway, and as soon as the door had clicked shut, Claire started breathing heavily.
"Oh my God…oh my God, Derrick." Claire stuttered. "All my fault. All my fault." She said cryptically.
"Claire, love, nothing is your fault. Nothing at all. No matter what happens. Nothing." I said, even though I didn't know what was going on.
We The Kings: Skyway Avenue
"Derrick, you've got to know… that you're in love with a soon- to- be murderer." She looked up at me with wide eyes, and a gut- wrenching expression on her angelic face.
"Claire, I have to know what you're talking about." I whispered to her, while moving into Todd's bedroom that was beside Claire's. He had went over to Nathan's.
"But Derrick, you might not love me afterwards. After you see the text." Claire said, either stalling, or truly nervous.
"Claire, nothing you could do would me love you less. Nothing at all." I said one- hundred percent truthfully.
Claire slowly took out her phone, letting one of her tears that she was holding back with the strength of a thousand men, slide slowly down her flushed cheek.
She handed me her phone and then quickly closed her eyes, in efforts not to let the tears that were gathered like people in a mosh pit, fall.
Still keeping one hand in mine, I brought up the received messages tab, and clicked on the most recent one I saw.
Saturday, March 13. 10:37 A.M.
And it's all. Your. Fault.
What? That didn't make any sense. What was her fault?
I clicked the back button, and saw the text below. It looked like it would clear up any confusion.
Fortunately, and unfortunately, it did.
Avril Lavigne: Together
I warned you. I
Bile rose in my throat, and I quickly made an effort to choke it back.
The text that I had read before suddenly made sense, and for the second time that day, my eyes widened in fury.
He was seriously going to kill someone.
With this new information, I began to fear for Claire's life even more. If he was going to kill someone for no reason, imagine what he would do for a reason. And, schizophrenic or not, you could not muster up this much hate for a person.
What could Claire could have done to deserve this? Well maybe Ethan Bates himself, but no one else.
Panic at the Disco: Mad as Rabbits
"Derrick? Oh God, I knew I shouldn't have shown you that text. Or any of them for that matter." Claire said while taking her cell phone from my hands. "Nothing is going to be the same. Nothing. Derrick, not even us." She choked out painfully.
It was that sentence that made me switch the decision I had made earlier around. I couldn't let this come between our relationship, so I would prove it to Claire that it wouldn't.
"Claire," I said while getting down on my knees and taking her clammy hands in my warm ones, once again. "It will be okay. I promise you. Will you promise me one thing?" I asked while fingering in my pocket, what I had been carrying around for a few days.
"Anything Derrick." Claire said promisingly, while wiping her tear- filled eyes, clear.
"When all of this shit blows over, and we're out of high school, you'll marry me?"
Yeah, that's right, another cliffy. But we all know what Claire's going to say. Or do we? Just to let all of you know, it's a promise ring. Thanks for the twelve reviews! Oh, and Bailey, I have no idea who emailed who last. And Danyelle, was it worth the wait?
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