Chapter 11: Friday Fairies

(Owen's POV)

I knew Fridays were magical. Forget about them being the gateway to weekends, there has always been something more about this certain day of the week. Maybe it's their ability to persuade parents into ordering in, or because just the thought of this weekday makes everyone smile. All I know is that Friday has never failed me, ever; and today wasn't an exception. It was like the Friday fairies had swooped down from the heavens to sprinkle luck powder all over me. I would usually argue that I hardly need any luck, for my good looks and natural charm have gotten me most places in life. Yet, this time was different. This time it was all the fairies. I mean it's one thing if I had broken the ice with a few sweet words, or had dazed her with a signature look. Then, I would take some credit. However, and I hate admitting this, I was absolutely pathetic. I had no idea what to say, or how to act; to play it cool or kind. I was a mess. Nevertheless, she asked me out. It would be classified as 'lucky' if she accepted an invite, especially in my pathetic state. But since she did the inviting, I can definitely categorize this event under 'magical'.

I practically skipped to my locker. First I got asked out by Clare. Then I easily broke up with Katie. With the luck I was having, I half expected money to fall out of my locker! Just to be sure, I opened my locker very carefully. I didn't want any cash to fall on the floor! I was a little disappointed when I wasn't showered in valuable paper, but I quickly recovered. I guess I had received enough miracles for one day. So, I started to text, using the locker door to hide my phone. When I heard a small, familiar voice call my name, I practically dropped my cell and began to shuffle through my textbooks. For added effect, I stroked my chin and put on a concentrated face. As if I was trying to find something.

"Looking for something?" Clare questioned. Yes, I nailed it! What am I doing at school? I really should be an actor!

"Yah, the textbook for my next class," I spoke casually. Did my confidence just come back? Yes, yes it did. Happy dance in my head, now focus back on her.

"Your next class? But the day is over." Damn it. There goes my confidence once again, running for the hills.

"Oh, yah I know. I just like to preplan. Get all my textbooks in order, for easy use on Monday." That would be a nice save, if it didn't make me sound like a dweeb.

"Oh, that's smart of you. Well, I just had to clear something up." This is the perfect time for a sexy pose. Close locker, check. Lean against it, check. Put left hand in left pocket, check. Give her an attractive look, check.

"Go ahead." My voice comes out velvety, perfect.

"Well, see –" from there her words just kind of mushed together. She was talking a mile a minute and I couldn't understand a thing. So I just stood there, pretending to listen. But really I was fiddling with the fingers in my pocket. It was during that fiddling that I felt something in my pocket. Had the fairies granted me my last wish? Had they given me money? After pulling it out, it became clear. They really did love me! The fairies had given me five bucks! However, because I was gaping at my new found money, Clare realized that I was no longer listening.

"Owen?"

"Hmm?" Look away from the money Owen. "Sorry, yes?"

"Did you hear me?"

"Of course I did! But can you repeat it one more time?"

"Okay. Um, I made a mistake when I asked you out. I thought you were Drew. See, we're kind of…dating now. Sorry." And with that she walked away.

Come on! Was it because I wanted money? Was it because I asked too much of you, fairies? How about this: I return the five dollars and you give me Clare back? I took my five dollars and shoved it in some kid's hands.

"Here," I said to the curly-haired kid.

"Thanks man," he bubbled. Spit flew from his braces and onto my face.

"Ugh," I huffed under my breath and returned to my locker. After waiting a few minutes I decided that this method wasn't going to work. So I stormed out of the school, making sure to shove braces kid against the lockers and take back my money. I really hate Fridays.

(Drew's POV)

I couldn't help but sing in my head. It's something I do when I'm happy. And since I was extremely happy, I even (quietly) hummed along. The song kind of went like this (please don't judge me):

I'm waiting for Clare. Duh, duh, duh, duh. We are going on a date. Duh, duh, duh, duh. 'Cause she kissed me in the hall. Duh, duh, duh, duh. And it was really great. Duh, duh, duh, duh.

Hey, look at that dude's hat. Duh, duh, duh, duh. It's really cool. Duh, duh, duh, duh. I wish I had one like that. Duh, duh, duh, duh. But I'd probably look like a fool. Duh, duh, duh, duh.

Hey look its Owen. Duh, duh, duh, duh. He looks really pissed. Duh, duh, duh, duh. He's coming this way. Duh, duh, duh, duh. Oh shi –

"Torres!" Wow, his voice is deep.

"Yes?" Play it innocent. Act like you don't know what's going on. That always works.

"Don't play innocent with me!" Well that didn't work.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand." Act stupid. Even better.

"I'm pretty sure you do." Just cut to the chase man. "You and Clare?" Thank you.

"You're going to have to be more specific."

"You two are dating," he almost growled.

"Wasn't that the bet? You said I couldn't end up with Clare and I said I could."

"So this is all for the bet? You aren't really dating her."

"No, I am. I'm calling off that whole bet or deed or whatever by the way. But if that was the bet, then why are you so angry? Why are you questioning that we're together? If that was the bet than why are you upset that I actually went through with it? Unless…"

"Don't even go there. Are you dating for real or not?"

"For real," I stated proudly. He let out a furious moan. "I don't see how it should matter. You're dating Katie. Remember?"

"Stop being a smartass, Drew."

"I'm not trying to be smart; I'm just trying to clear things up," deep breath, "You dared me to go for Clare. I went for her, ended up really liking her, and now we're dating. You are dating Katie but for some reason are really mad that Clare and I are together. Is there anything you'd like to add?"

"I'm not dating Katie," he almost whispered, "anymore."

"Okay. So now let me be a smartass and explain what really happened. You dated Katie to piss me off. Then to piss me off even more you wanted to make me do something stupid. The guys suggested the whole Clare thing, but you were against it. However, they talked you into it. You thought it would never work between us and have been sabotaging the relationship just in case. Sabotaging it, making sure it didn't work out, because you have liked Clare this whole time."

"Hold on –"

"Then when Clare 'asked you out', you ditched Katie as fast as you could. But now you know she didn't ask you out and she and I are together. In simpler terms: you tried to screw me over but ended up screwing yourself."

And this is where it got scary. Owen (super mad, by the way) marched right up to me and put his face centimetres from mine. Seriously I couldn't breathe! He looked all red and his eyes were huge. His hot breath danced all over my face as he whispered:

"Do you think Clare will be happy when she finds out why you took an interest in her? Do you think she'll be happy when she finds out that she was just some stupid bet? Because I don't." That's when my heart stopped. My hands went numb and my legs turned to jelly. I couldn't move, but apparently Owen could. Because he went running.

I had to find Clare; I had to tell her before he did. Where was she anyways? Why was she taking so long?

(Eli's POV)

I wasn't stupid enough to wait until the end of the conversation. I understood the situation, the moment the word "bet" was spoken. See, apparently those two blockheads don't know how to keep their voices down. I needed to tell Clare. I needed to be the one who saved her. So the moment I was sure about the whole "bet" thing, I began sprinting back to the school. Of course she was at her locker, just like I thought she would be.

"Hey Clare," I spoke coolly. "What are you still doing here?" Her head poked out from her locker.

"Oh, hey Eli. Just sorting my textbooks; for easy use on Monday. Someone else was doing it, so I thought I'd give it a try."

"Oh. Well, that's a good idea." She nods awkwardly.

"So what's up?" She questions (obviously this is not a usual occurrence). Deep breath Eli, just say it.

"Clare, I've got to tell you something."


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