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Steve was the most popular guy in a small New York City school. Of course, he was popular with all the girls. But he didn't let that get to his head. He wasn't exactly counted as popular material. He lived in a one- story house that was so bad his bedroom didn't have a door. The windows were broken, the paint was coming off (you could barely tell the house was painted), and the walls and carpets were in bad shape.
But there was one girl who did know this, and despite all of that, she was in love with Steve Burnside. Claire Redfield was rich and could have anything money could buy. She wasn't popular and had no boyfriend. Steve had no girlfriend either. Claire lived with an older (and rich) brother Chris. Claire had been admiring Steve from afar, as all the popular girls moved in on him.
Claire was in all his classes. She let herself get distracted by him. The teacher yelling her name brought her out of her daze. "Claire," she said trying to be calm, "What is the answer?"
"Ummmm, eighty six," Claire answered? The people in her class laughed. Claire was humiliated. Not because they were laughing, because he was laughing. Steve Burnside was laughing at her. She sunk down in her desk and groaned. The bell rang, and everyone, but Claire, got up and left. She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up. Steve was standing next to her.
"Don't worry," Steve said. A grin spread across his face. "I'm failing math." Then he left before she had time to respond.
"Steve Burnside actually talked to me," she thought to herself as she left the room. "He didn't even wipe his hand off after touching my shoulder." She felt herself blush when she reached her locker. She put her head against the cold metal. "Get a grip, Claire it was one little thing." She grabbed her notebook from her locker and threw her math book in there.
"Hey, Claire," a voice behind her spoke. She turned around; ready to yell at another group of boys thinking they were pulling a funny joke on her. Then she froze. Steve called again as he walked by, "See ya next hour, Claire."
Claire was shocked. He actually knew her name? Out of all the other girls that liked him, she was the only one who stood in the corner and watched. Could this be a joke too? She wasn't sure, but she was positive she didn't want to know.
Claire decided she could always hold the sweet time of pretending and daydreaming. She skipped off to class. The first thing she noticed was Steve when she got in the doorway of the classroom. The second thing was that he was walking toward her. She backed up thinking she was in someone's way. "Is something wrong?" Steve asked. She couldn't force herself to talk. "Where are you sitting?"
"Uh," Claire answered. She pointed in the direction of her desk. "There."
"Great," Steve said, "I'll sit by you." They walked over to the desks and sat down. Claire tried as hard as she could to keep her eyes on the English Teacher. Everyone thought the English teacher was gay. Who wouldn't think a guy wearing a pink shirt with a sweater wrapped around his shoulders was gay?
Claire went off in a daze again. This time, Steve noticed. He kicked at her desk when the teacher's back was turned. Claire's desk didn't fall over and neither did Claire.
Claire turned toward Steve and gave him a glare. "Don't, you're gonna get me in trouble," said Claire in a low voice. Steve grinned at her. Obviously, he didn't care. He waited for her to go off in a daze again, then he made his move. He kicked her desk, but this time it fell over. Claire fell along with it.
Mr. Larson (the English teacher) stood up and said, "Young man, go to detention." He spoke in a somewhat girlie voice. Steve rolled his eyes.
"It's Steve," he answered mockingly," not young man." All the kids laughed. Claire's rage was burning inside her. She should have known he was out to get her all along.
"Go to detention now," Mr. Larson said. Steve got up to leave and noticed Claire giving him an icy glare. He was surprised, but kept his cool.
"Why the fuck did you do that," yelled Claire.
"Young lady, you can go too," Mr. Larson said. Claire grabbed her stuff and found Steve waiting in the hall of her. She walked ahead of him and he caught right up to her.
"Someone's pissed," he commented with a smirk.
She never wanted to punch someone this badly. "Shut up," was all she could say.
"Oh, I'm hurt."
"Could you just leave me alone!"
"Whatever." Claire rolled her eyes and they walked in silence into the detention room. Steve at the teacher's desk and pulled out all the drawers. Claire sat down as Steve went through the missing teacher's stuff. Claire figured he was trying to show off.
"What are you doing," she asked?
"I don't know, trying to keep myself busy." She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "It's not like you have to get involved, so stay out of it."
"Do you enjoy those girls crawling all over you?" Steve looked up at her. She was standing over him, waiting for an answer.
"No," Steve said, "I don't." Claire looked a little surprised, but only replied with a simple:
"Oh." They were silent for a few minutes. Then Steve gave Claire a playful punch in the shoulder. She kicked him in the leg and they started play fighting. Steve found the opportunity to sneak a kiss on Claire. Claire stopped and backed away. She put her hand over her mouth. "Why did you do that?"
"What?"
"Why did you kiss me?"
"I didn't ..I mean .. why would I kiss you?"
"Excuse me?"
"Nothing." Claire got mad and sat down at a detention desk. Steve shrugged it off and sat in the teacher's desk. At the moment, Claire was too mad to realize that Steve had blushed a little when denying he kissed her. And at the moment, she didn't give a damn. Steve propped his feet up on the desk. "What a bitch," he thought to himself. Then he realized he'd much rather be stuck with her rather than the mob of girls that surrounded him everyday. It was a relief to Claire when the bell rang. She ran off before Steve could say anything to her. He walked home.
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Steve was the most popular guy in a small New York City school. Of course, he was popular with all the girls. But he didn't let that get to his head. He wasn't exactly counted as popular material. He lived in a one- story house that was so bad his bedroom didn't have a door. The windows were broken, the paint was coming off (you could barely tell the house was painted), and the walls and carpets were in bad shape.
But there was one girl who did know this, and despite all of that, she was in love with Steve Burnside. Claire Redfield was rich and could have anything money could buy. She wasn't popular and had no boyfriend. Steve had no girlfriend either. Claire lived with an older (and rich) brother Chris. Claire had been admiring Steve from afar, as all the popular girls moved in on him.
Claire was in all his classes. She let herself get distracted by him. The teacher yelling her name brought her out of her daze. "Claire," she said trying to be calm, "What is the answer?"
"Ummmm, eighty six," Claire answered? The people in her class laughed. Claire was humiliated. Not because they were laughing, because he was laughing. Steve Burnside was laughing at her. She sunk down in her desk and groaned. The bell rang, and everyone, but Claire, got up and left. She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up. Steve was standing next to her.
"Don't worry," Steve said. A grin spread across his face. "I'm failing math." Then he left before she had time to respond.
"Steve Burnside actually talked to me," she thought to herself as she left the room. "He didn't even wipe his hand off after touching my shoulder." She felt herself blush when she reached her locker. She put her head against the cold metal. "Get a grip, Claire it was one little thing." She grabbed her notebook from her locker and threw her math book in there.
"Hey, Claire," a voice behind her spoke. She turned around; ready to yell at another group of boys thinking they were pulling a funny joke on her. Then she froze. Steve called again as he walked by, "See ya next hour, Claire."
Claire was shocked. He actually knew her name? Out of all the other girls that liked him, she was the only one who stood in the corner and watched. Could this be a joke too? She wasn't sure, but she was positive she didn't want to know.
Claire decided she could always hold the sweet time of pretending and daydreaming. She skipped off to class. The first thing she noticed was Steve when she got in the doorway of the classroom. The second thing was that he was walking toward her. She backed up thinking she was in someone's way. "Is something wrong?" Steve asked. She couldn't force herself to talk. "Where are you sitting?"
"Uh," Claire answered. She pointed in the direction of her desk. "There."
"Great," Steve said, "I'll sit by you." They walked over to the desks and sat down. Claire tried as hard as she could to keep her eyes on the English Teacher. Everyone thought the English teacher was gay. Who wouldn't think a guy wearing a pink shirt with a sweater wrapped around his shoulders was gay?
Claire went off in a daze again. This time, Steve noticed. He kicked at her desk when the teacher's back was turned. Claire's desk didn't fall over and neither did Claire.
Claire turned toward Steve and gave him a glare. "Don't, you're gonna get me in trouble," said Claire in a low voice. Steve grinned at her. Obviously, he didn't care. He waited for her to go off in a daze again, then he made his move. He kicked her desk, but this time it fell over. Claire fell along with it.
Mr. Larson (the English teacher) stood up and said, "Young man, go to detention." He spoke in a somewhat girlie voice. Steve rolled his eyes.
"It's Steve," he answered mockingly," not young man." All the kids laughed. Claire's rage was burning inside her. She should have known he was out to get her all along.
"Go to detention now," Mr. Larson said. Steve got up to leave and noticed Claire giving him an icy glare. He was surprised, but kept his cool.
"Why the fuck did you do that," yelled Claire.
"Young lady, you can go too," Mr. Larson said. Claire grabbed her stuff and found Steve waiting in the hall of her. She walked ahead of him and he caught right up to her.
"Someone's pissed," he commented with a smirk.
She never wanted to punch someone this badly. "Shut up," was all she could say.
"Oh, I'm hurt."
"Could you just leave me alone!"
"Whatever." Claire rolled her eyes and they walked in silence into the detention room. Steve at the teacher's desk and pulled out all the drawers. Claire sat down as Steve went through the missing teacher's stuff. Claire figured he was trying to show off.
"What are you doing," she asked?
"I don't know, trying to keep myself busy." She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "It's not like you have to get involved, so stay out of it."
"Do you enjoy those girls crawling all over you?" Steve looked up at her. She was standing over him, waiting for an answer.
"No," Steve said, "I don't." Claire looked a little surprised, but only replied with a simple:
"Oh." They were silent for a few minutes. Then Steve gave Claire a playful punch in the shoulder. She kicked him in the leg and they started play fighting. Steve found the opportunity to sneak a kiss on Claire. Claire stopped and backed away. She put her hand over her mouth. "Why did you do that?"
"What?"
"Why did you kiss me?"
"I didn't ..I mean .. why would I kiss you?"
"Excuse me?"
"Nothing." Claire got mad and sat down at a detention desk. Steve shrugged it off and sat in the teacher's desk. At the moment, Claire was too mad to realize that Steve had blushed a little when denying he kissed her. And at the moment, she didn't give a damn. Steve propped his feet up on the desk. "What a bitch," he thought to himself. Then he realized he'd much rather be stuck with her rather than the mob of girls that surrounded him everyday. It was a relief to Claire when the bell rang. She ran off before Steve could say anything to her. He walked home.
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