Chapter Three - PASSING NOTES
A/N - This is my story and I'll depict Philip and Belle however I want to. This is my vision, and to me, the story necessitates their personas as I have described them. That is all. Thank you.
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Her first class of the day was Algebra, which she hated, and today was no different. Math was never one of her strong points. She didn't see how it could be anyone's strong point. Most of the time, she busied herself with homework for other classes, and, in the rarest moments, she'd drift off to sleep, dreaming of things that she could never quite remember when she roused.
Today, she just sat, doodling in her notebook, not really drawing anything so much as fooling around. Then, out of nowhere, she found herself writing Shawn's name at the top of a clean sheet of paper. She couldn't recall wanting to write the name, she just remembered the action of swiping the pen across the page. And now that she was staring down at the black letters, she had to question why she had wrote the word.
To write him a letter, she told herself. Chloe set out to do so, but the words would not come. What could she say to Shawn? She didn't want to talk about Philip or Belle, nor her classes or her parents. Perhaps there wasn't a reason she wrote his name. Perhaps it was just something that she had done out of boredom with no real logic behind it.
Instead of wasting the rest of the class period contemplating a name, she poured herself into her work, doing her very best to just avoid any motivation to write his name again. Or worse, analyze why she had done it at all.
It was astonishing to know how quickly the period passed when she actually did her work. The bell rang and she fell in step behind everyone, knowing good and well that Philip would be standing at the door, waiting to jam his tongue down her throat, and walk her to their next class. She hated having a class with Philip. He insisted on sitting behind her so that he could run his fingers through her hair, rub her back, or anything else he could get away with. She recalled one time while the class watched an A and E documentary about Shakespeare, he had palmed her breasts in his hands, trying to get a hand between her legs before she pushed his hands away.
Philip was standing at the doorway, leaning on the frame, smiling at her as she approached. Chloe allowed him to kiss her, to run his hands along her chest through her shirt. He broke the kiss, smoothed his hands down her back and stuck them in her back pockets.
"You ready to go?"
Chloe forced a grin. "Yep."
The only positive thing about English class was the fact that Shawn sat right next to her and was a habitual note-passer. Chloe enjoyed reading his little jokes, which were mainly about Philip. Shawn didn't seem to mind that Philip was sitting directly behind her. As he had said in one of his first notes to her:
'It's not like he's paying attention to what we're writing anyway. He's too busy sucking your neck and trying to cop a feel.'
Chloe smiled at the memory. He had also mentioned that Belle and Philip seemed incredibly similar in the way they show affection - both felt the impulsive need to see how many people will watch them grope their significant other.
Shawn didn't seem too pleased when he saw that Philip was up to his usual antics that day. As soon as Philip sat down behind Chloe, his hands started rubbing her shoulders, occasionally running through her hair. Almost instantly Shawn whipped out a piece of paper and pen. He scribbled something, then slipped the folded sheet of paper onto Chloe's desk.
'Why don't you tell him to stop?'
Chloe reached for a pen from her bag.
'I'm doing my best to avoid arguing with him today. If I tell him to stop, he's going to give me his whole 'If-you-loved-me-you'd-let-me-do-it' speech. I'm not in the mood.'
Shawn's brows knitted as he read what she had wrote. 'Guys give that lecture when they want sex. Are you going to let him fuck you to avoid an argument, too?'
'Be nice, Shawn. And you know good and well I wouldn't sleep with Philip. I'd rather be slathered in honey and stuck down an anthill.'
Shawn couldn't suppress his smile. In fact, it took great effort on his part to keep from laughing out loud. 'All right, but you should really say something to Philip for my benefit. I'm getting rather sick at the sight of him with his hands up your shirt. It's gross. Not what's under your shirt, but him feeling them.'
It was Chloe's turn to laugh.
'Are you giving my cleavage a compliment.'
'Yes. You also have some other startling attributes, Pretty Eyes.'
It was meant as a joke, but Chloe found it really hard to take it as such. After all, Shawn was the only person in Salem that she remotely got along with. It took her a moment to find the words to reply.
'Thanks, Shawn.'
A very silly response, especially since she had put so much time into thinking of an answer.
'No problem, Chloe. I'm really sorry about the nasty comments about Philip, though. It's just… you're one of my closest friends, and I just feel this overwhelming need to protect you. I don't like Philip, and I REALLY don't like the way he tries to manipulate you. You don't deserve that, Chloe. You warrant so much more than an asshole like him.'
There were no words for the feelings she felt for Shawn after a remark like that. He wanted to protect her. He thought she deserved better than a person like Philip. Was he talking about someone specific? Was he talking about… him?
'Well, I'm just glad that you're with Belle. She seems to make you happy.'
There was a hesitation on Shawn's part before he began to write.
'I hope that was sarcasm, Chloe. You know good and well that Belle irritates me half to death. You know the more I think about it, the more I really want to break it off with her. I just don't know how to do it. You know me, Chloe. Tell me what I should do.'
Chloe had never broken up with anyone before. And at the moment, she was just pretty dazed at the fact that Shawn was saying some unbelievable things to her, and that he wanted to break up with Belle in the same breath. Could the two be somehow related?
No. She pushed the thought out of her head. Shawn was a friend. A close friend. Why would someone like him be interested in a person like HER?
'I think that you should tell her the truth. Tell her exactly what you feel. If you don't, it's just going to sneak up on you again.'
Then came his response:
'Thanks, Chloe.'
A/N - This is my story and I'll depict Philip and Belle however I want to. This is my vision, and to me, the story necessitates their personas as I have described them. That is all. Thank you.
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Her first class of the day was Algebra, which she hated, and today was no different. Math was never one of her strong points. She didn't see how it could be anyone's strong point. Most of the time, she busied herself with homework for other classes, and, in the rarest moments, she'd drift off to sleep, dreaming of things that she could never quite remember when she roused.
Today, she just sat, doodling in her notebook, not really drawing anything so much as fooling around. Then, out of nowhere, she found herself writing Shawn's name at the top of a clean sheet of paper. She couldn't recall wanting to write the name, she just remembered the action of swiping the pen across the page. And now that she was staring down at the black letters, she had to question why she had wrote the word.
To write him a letter, she told herself. Chloe set out to do so, but the words would not come. What could she say to Shawn? She didn't want to talk about Philip or Belle, nor her classes or her parents. Perhaps there wasn't a reason she wrote his name. Perhaps it was just something that she had done out of boredom with no real logic behind it.
Instead of wasting the rest of the class period contemplating a name, she poured herself into her work, doing her very best to just avoid any motivation to write his name again. Or worse, analyze why she had done it at all.
It was astonishing to know how quickly the period passed when she actually did her work. The bell rang and she fell in step behind everyone, knowing good and well that Philip would be standing at the door, waiting to jam his tongue down her throat, and walk her to their next class. She hated having a class with Philip. He insisted on sitting behind her so that he could run his fingers through her hair, rub her back, or anything else he could get away with. She recalled one time while the class watched an A and E documentary about Shakespeare, he had palmed her breasts in his hands, trying to get a hand between her legs before she pushed his hands away.
Philip was standing at the doorway, leaning on the frame, smiling at her as she approached. Chloe allowed him to kiss her, to run his hands along her chest through her shirt. He broke the kiss, smoothed his hands down her back and stuck them in her back pockets.
"You ready to go?"
Chloe forced a grin. "Yep."
The only positive thing about English class was the fact that Shawn sat right next to her and was a habitual note-passer. Chloe enjoyed reading his little jokes, which were mainly about Philip. Shawn didn't seem to mind that Philip was sitting directly behind her. As he had said in one of his first notes to her:
'It's not like he's paying attention to what we're writing anyway. He's too busy sucking your neck and trying to cop a feel.'
Chloe smiled at the memory. He had also mentioned that Belle and Philip seemed incredibly similar in the way they show affection - both felt the impulsive need to see how many people will watch them grope their significant other.
Shawn didn't seem too pleased when he saw that Philip was up to his usual antics that day. As soon as Philip sat down behind Chloe, his hands started rubbing her shoulders, occasionally running through her hair. Almost instantly Shawn whipped out a piece of paper and pen. He scribbled something, then slipped the folded sheet of paper onto Chloe's desk.
'Why don't you tell him to stop?'
Chloe reached for a pen from her bag.
'I'm doing my best to avoid arguing with him today. If I tell him to stop, he's going to give me his whole 'If-you-loved-me-you'd-let-me-do-it' speech. I'm not in the mood.'
Shawn's brows knitted as he read what she had wrote. 'Guys give that lecture when they want sex. Are you going to let him fuck you to avoid an argument, too?'
'Be nice, Shawn. And you know good and well I wouldn't sleep with Philip. I'd rather be slathered in honey and stuck down an anthill.'
Shawn couldn't suppress his smile. In fact, it took great effort on his part to keep from laughing out loud. 'All right, but you should really say something to Philip for my benefit. I'm getting rather sick at the sight of him with his hands up your shirt. It's gross. Not what's under your shirt, but him feeling them.'
It was Chloe's turn to laugh.
'Are you giving my cleavage a compliment.'
'Yes. You also have some other startling attributes, Pretty Eyes.'
It was meant as a joke, but Chloe found it really hard to take it as such. After all, Shawn was the only person in Salem that she remotely got along with. It took her a moment to find the words to reply.
'Thanks, Shawn.'
A very silly response, especially since she had put so much time into thinking of an answer.
'No problem, Chloe. I'm really sorry about the nasty comments about Philip, though. It's just… you're one of my closest friends, and I just feel this overwhelming need to protect you. I don't like Philip, and I REALLY don't like the way he tries to manipulate you. You don't deserve that, Chloe. You warrant so much more than an asshole like him.'
There were no words for the feelings she felt for Shawn after a remark like that. He wanted to protect her. He thought she deserved better than a person like Philip. Was he talking about someone specific? Was he talking about… him?
'Well, I'm just glad that you're with Belle. She seems to make you happy.'
There was a hesitation on Shawn's part before he began to write.
'I hope that was sarcasm, Chloe. You know good and well that Belle irritates me half to death. You know the more I think about it, the more I really want to break it off with her. I just don't know how to do it. You know me, Chloe. Tell me what I should do.'
Chloe had never broken up with anyone before. And at the moment, she was just pretty dazed at the fact that Shawn was saying some unbelievable things to her, and that he wanted to break up with Belle in the same breath. Could the two be somehow related?
No. She pushed the thought out of her head. Shawn was a friend. A close friend. Why would someone like him be interested in a person like HER?
'I think that you should tell her the truth. Tell her exactly what you feel. If you don't, it's just going to sneak up on you again.'
Then came his response:
'Thanks, Chloe.'