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"So how many papers did you sell?" Les asked grinning. "Keep it down, I'm not supposed to be selling papers" Clara whispered. "Oh sorry, how many did you sell" Les whispered. "Twenty" Clara smiled. "That's pretty good for a beginner," Les whispered. "Jack helped me, your brother seemed mad that I actually went" Clara said a little sad. "Don't worry he's like that all the time" Les said cheering Clara up. Clara smiled. "How are you doing" Clara asked looking at his leg. "Okay, Ruth mad me cookies today" Les said pointing at the pile of cookies next to his bed. "Mmmmm" Clara responded. "Well I better change before father comes home," Clara said getting up from the bed. "What does your father do" Les asked curious. "He's a business man," Clara explained. "Oh, so what's his business" Les asked still curious. "That's none of your business" Clara laughed. "Oh" Les said a little hurt. "Go to bed" Clara said tucking him in. "Okay" Les yawned. Clara stared at him for a minute then closed the door to the room.

"Miss where were you all day" Ruth asked angrily. "Me, I was at the library," Clara quickly answered. "Library, what were you doing their with those dirty clothes" Ruth asked looking at her. Clara looked down at her clothes and noticed that she was still wearing her newsie clothes. "Oh this, it's a new fashion trend, do you like" Clara quickly responded. "NO I don't, not the least bit" Ruth huffed "Tomorrow you will wear your nice clean clothes, is that clear" Ruth asked eyeing her. "Yes" Clara said trying to muffle her giggle. Ruth nodded and walked towards the kitchen downstairs.

She quickly turned around "I almost forgot a Mr. Griffin called" Ruth said smiling. Clara frowned "Thank you Ruth" she silently responded. "What does Matt want?" Clara thought to herself. Clara walked to her room at the end of the hall. She grabbed her pajama on her nice silk bed and headed towards the shower. "Nothing like a nice shower" Clara said out loud to herself. She started scrubbing, shampooing herself. All she could think about was Jack. His handsome face and muscular body kept appearing in her mind. "Why am I thinking about him?" Clara thought. She stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. She opened the bathroom door and was just about to step into her room when she saw Matt sitting on her bed. "Ahhhhhhhh, what are you doing in my room" Clara yelled. Matt looked at her and smiled. Clara hugged her towel and gave him a disgusted look. "Who let you I here" Clara yelled. "I let myself in here" He grinned, pointing to the open window. "Well maybe you should let yourself out," Clara growled. "Is that any way to treat your future husband?" he asked in a fake hurt tone. "You are not my future husband" Clara yelled. Clara backed into the bathroom and locked the door. "Creep" Clara yelled. "I love you to babe" Matt answered back, laughing. Clara began to cry; she knew that it was true. He was her future husband.

Her father was in very bad dept before she was born. He promised Matt's father that he would give him his daughter only if he made him partner of his company and pay off his depts. Matt's father agreed and know she has to marry Matt in order to keep her fathers promise. She knew that her father felt guilty for forcing her to marry somebody she didn't love, but he told her that it was the only way to keep them off the street. Clara knew that it was true, but she still felt angry. "Anything is better than marrying him" Clara thought to herself angrily. She wiped away the tears and began to dress. "Bastard" She softly said to herself. She knew that Matt would be waiting for her to come out. Clara grabbed a robe and slowly opened the door.

She was right; Matt was still their staring at her. He walked over to her. Everybody she knew told her she was the luckiest girl in the world. Her friends didn't understand why she didn't like him. He had the silkiest blonde hair that moved in the wind. He had a smile that could brighten any day, but there was a mysterious aspect to it also. He was tall and built. He constantly bragged about how he worked out twice a day. All the other girls drooled all over him, but not Clara. Matt himself never understood why Clara didn't like him. Everything he tried just made her mad.

He attempted to hug her, but she pushed him away. "Let me remind you we are not married yet" She yelled, "Even if we where I still wouldn't touch you," she added. He laughed. He loved it when she got mad. Clara sat on her bed. Matt walked over and sat next to her and leaned in to kiss her. Clara got up and walked to the window. Matt got up and followed her. "I think you better leave," Clara said glaring at him. "Not without a kiss" He grinned. Clara smiled she leaned in to kiss him, but instead slapped him in the face. "Get out" Clara yelled. Matt placed his hand onto his cheek; he knew that it was turning red. He glared at her for a second and smiled. "You'll learn to respect me soon enough" he enthusiastically remarked and climbed out the window. "Clara slapped the window shut and locked it. "Bastard" Clara yelled. She plopped onto her bed and silently cried herself to sleep.



A/N: sorry if it's short. Next chap will be longer. Review please.