Authors Note: Hello! First, thank you Borshy, KeepCalmAndDon'tBlink97 and Mad-Man-With-A-Snogbox for following! This is not going to be a very long story, I dont think, because I'm not a very good writer and because I want the story to stay interesting. Alright, enjoy chapter Two, bye!
Decaf Mochas and Chocolate Frappucinos
It had been a week since Clara had taken the Doctor out for coffee, and they had slowly become best friends. They did go out for coffee again, and they had both insisted this become their tradition. So, every Wednesday, they went to 'Café Coffee' at 11:00, after they finished their lessons, Clara had a decaf Mocha with one shot of cinnamon syrup and with soya milk, whilst the Doctor had a chocolate frappucino. One time he managed to get cream on his nose, which ended up in endless teasing by Clara.
"Ah, Miss Oswald!" The Doctor shouted.
Clara had just finished a cover lesson, Maths, and she wasn't looking as happy as she could be. The Doctor didn't ask why, he already knew she wouldn't tell him.
She was so self dependent that she convinced herself she didn't need any help from anyone, even if she needed it. But the Doctor knew her well enough, so he let her do what she wanted.
"Mr Smith!" Clara called back, instantly brightening up.
He burst through the door as Clara tidied up the desk.
"I swear to God I could kill those Year Eleven's! Who do they think they are, gifts from God?" She said, angrily and annoyed.
"So I take it you've had a bad cover, then?" The Doctor said, following as Clara left the room.
"Are you having a bloody joke? They're awful! I ended up giving three of them detentions!" She cried, suddenly seeming sad.
He grabbed her face, which had become buried in his shoulder, and lifted it up.
"Clara, don't let yourself get down, please?" He pleaded, giving her his best puppy eyes.
She sighed, and pried his hand off her face.
"Fine, fine, fine. So, takeaway lunch then?"
"Yay!" He said excitedly, jumping up and down.
"Down boy, stop having those thoughts!" She smirked.
Clara Oswald was honestly a flirting machine. She needed to meet Jack, they would become best friends instantly. Who could flirt the hardest?
He shoved her gently as they walked up to the canteen. They were in and out of there in a matter of minutes, thanks to a selective choice of sandwiches.
When they walked out of the school gates, they both breathed a sigh of relief. The holidays, for them at least, had begun.
The Doctor's phone rang.
"Oooh!" Clara gasped, "Maybe it's one of your girlfriends!" She mocked.
He blushed and quickly picked up the phone.
"Hello? Oh yes, hello Jack. Wait, what? No, no, no Jack! What have I told you? Okay, okay fine, I'll come. And I'll bring my 'lady friend'! But don't flirt with her Harkness!"
And like that, the call was over.
"Ooh, Jack. And who's your 'lady friend', Doctor?" Clara mocked yet again.
"Jack invited me, well, us, to a party." He grimaced.
"Nice. When, exactly, is this magical party?" She grinned, geniunely excited.
"Um... Tonight?"
"All the better. I can't wait to meet this mystical Jack of yours, he might be boyfriend material!" She joked.
She didn't tell that the Doctor instantly felt worse. She may have been joking, but that hurt him more than he expected. Of course Clara could look for a boyfriend, she was allowed to. The Doctor started to doubt himself. He started doubting how he likes Clara, because he now wanted to be more than friends.