Block Estate
Guest House
5:30 P.M.
September 3rd
Claire slammed the door shut behind her, blocking out her mother's reprimands. She slammed her bedroom door and jumped onto her bed. Clutching her pillow tightly she wept her heart out. How could he do that? I wish I never had to be delayed. Could I have even stopped them? I hate Westchester. Why couldn't I have stayed in Orlando forever? Were they secretly dating behind my back for a long time? Have they been dating since the 7th grade? All these thoughts were running through Claire's head, but the loudest one was How could Massie do this to me? Claire finally heard the light tap of her mom's hand to the fine wood door.
"Please mom, there's nothing you can do." Claire pleaded trying to suppress her mother's motherly instinct.
"I know sweetie, but it's good to vent. I read it in The Idiot's Guide to Dealing with Teenagers." Claire rolled her eyes, hating the fact that her mother relied on parenting books that start with The Idiot's Guide to… it just shows how desperate she is.
"Well mom, I am venting, venting with my tears." And so another round began. She cried and cried until finally my mother's cleaning instinct came intact.
"Are you crying on your pillow Claire?"
"No mom, I'm crying on the computer!" Claire said a little too aggressively.
"Well, make sure you use your towel instead. We don't want you sleeping on a soaked pillow." Claire heard the soft taps of her mother's footsteps. I just wish I could get some sleep. Just like Claire had thought, sleep didn't come easily that night. She cried and sobbed until they finally died down. Then, when she tried to sleep, another burst of tears arrived because she let her mind wander to what happened. Claire heard a loud beeping. She stuck her hand out, groping for her cell phone in the dark. She finally felt a vibrating lump and brought it to her face. There was one new text message. Please let it either be from my Orlando friends or Layne. Claire prayed this over and over put let it drop when she noticed the name said Cam 33333. Mental Note: take away the hearts. Claire took a deep breath before opening the text message.
Cam: Claire, PLEASE try 2 understand. PLEASE!!! least reply back so tht I knew u got da txt
~R0Ck oN~
Claire stared at the text message, reading it over and over again. I ended our relationship. I ended the first relationship I had. I broke up with the guy I loved. One of these thoughts alone could have brought tears, but all three together brought her into a crying frenzy. I have to reply back, to let him sleep. Why should he sleep when I can't? Claire shut her phone and put it on SILENT ALL. If I have any text messages from Cam or Massie or even the PC I will not even look at it. Claire huffed triumphantly as she tried to go to sleep.
Claire woke up in a daze, wondering if yesterday was a dream or not. Claire was wishing she was in a random bed in a random Orlando Hotel, about to wake up to the sound of her brother's mumbling and moaning, and to her mom's blow dryer, and her dad on his cell phone, she almost believe it. Instead she woke up to a quiet house. That scenario she played out in her mind was yesterday morning. Good old yesterday morning, the morning when she wasn't heartbroken and still had a boyfriend and the PC.
Claire looked at her alarm clock. The bright red lines made out the numbers 5 and 30. Claire stared at the alarm clock until it became a blur. She scrambled out of her bed, slipping into the slippers she got from her friends, her real friends, friends who wouldn't cheat on her boyfriend. She waited and waited for the waterworks, but they never came. I must have cried out all my tears. Claire thought in amazement. She went to her mirror, to see the damage done that night. Her eyes were red and puffy, and to top it off, she had big dark bags. Her hair was a mess, and so was her face. Dried up tears were splattered all over. She put her hands to her face, shaking her head left to right. Then she scuffled over to the bathroom, and took the longest shower she could. In reality, the shower lasted 1 hour. She breathed in the steam, trying to unclog her nose. She breathed out, and opened the door. After getting dressed, she looked at the alarm clock. 6:30 A.M.
"Ugh, I still have 30 more minutes before everyone wakes up." She tilted her head back, letting out a moan. "Maybe a walk will do me some good, some nice fresh air. Yeah, a walk." Claire nodded in agreement to herself. I must really be bored, because talking to myself isn't usually a pastime. Claire stuffed herself into her winter coat and opened the door. She walked around the guest house and headed for the forest. When she got a couple feet in, she heard light tapping. Claire looked around her, trying to find out where the noise came from. The farther she walked into the woods, the louder it got. Suddenly, she spotted him. He had dark brown hair that was short and lightly spiked. His skin was better tanned than Massie's and he had the face of an angel, a hot, hot angel. Claire stared in amazement, as he kicked the soccer ball at the tree, and then retrieved it. The process restarted again. What did that tree do to deserve such great notice from him? Claire thought as she leaned to her left. Mistaking air for a tree she fell over, screaming in the process. The boy turned to find Claire on the ground. He looked surprised as he ran towards her.
"Are you okay?" He asked. He has a British accent too? Claire just stared amazed, nodding. "Are you sure?" He asked giving her a grin. She almost collapsed. He is too perfect! She stared at his shining, straight teeth. Suddenly she realized how stupid she must look. She mustered up a smile and said,
"Hi, I'm Claire."
"I'm Tom Whinston." He said smiling again. She was ready for this one, but the effect was still as bad.
"Did you just move here?" She asked.
"Yes. I actually just got in last night."
"Wow, that's interesting." Claire said nodding. She got up and realized he was tall and muscular. But a good size muscular, he was thin and totally handsome. "You're from England right?"
"Yes. Is my accent that obvious?" He asked laughing.
"Just a tad." She said laughing too.
"Well, I'll be going to Westchester High School today."
"Me too! Are you a freshman?" She asked hoping with all her heart.
"Actually yes I am. Are you?" She thought she heard a hint of hope in his voice.
"Yeah."
"Well, I'll keep a look out for you."
"Same here. Bye."
"Good bye." Tom said, as Claire turned around and walked back to the guesthouse.