Why, herro.
So, this chapter was kind of a filler, so it might be a little boring...
I tried adding humor so make it less boring!
Anyway...
Not much to say...so on with the story!
*Disclaimer* I do not own Degrassi, Maroon 5's If I Never See Your Face Again, or Teenage Dream by Katy Perry.
Love Always,
~Pho:)
Chapter 2
Can't Believe I'm Right Behind You
"Okay, girls, do you have everything you need?" Helen Edwards asked Clare, Bianca, and Ali as their mothers stood in the driveway to see them leave for University.
"Yeah, Mom, we're good to go." Clare said enthusiastically, ready to get on with a life that didn't consist of living in her mother's house.
"You've got a full tank of gas?"
"Yes."
"Money in case you need to stop for gas or food?"
"Mom, it's not that far."
"Bianca, asegúrate de que tienes todo lo que necesita, y recuerde: tu no necesita más problemas, por lo que despedirá a los chicos por un tiempo, se centran en tu." Rosina De Sousa spoke quickly to Bianca.
"Mamá, lo sé, lo sé, no soy una niña más, puedo cuidar de mí misma." She answered annoyed.
"Alliah, make sure you've got your father, Savtaj, and I on Speed dial!" Jahida Bhandari said worriedly to her daughter.
"Yes, Mother, I've got everything I need." Ali said assuringly.
"Aww, our little girls are growing up so fast!" Helen said sniffling.
"Mi bebe!" Rosina cried.
"Mom, I'm the only one who understands you, English please.
"Aliah. Your father and I are so proud." Jahida said, crying as well.
"Call us when You get there!"
"Do not worry mom, we'll be fine. But we have to go because we have to get settled in and find our dorms; we start classes tomorrow." Clare said.
"Alright College Girls. Drive safely. We love you!"
"We love you too. Bye!" The three said at the same time. Clare started pulling out of the driveway, having a rather difficult time being all of their stuff was packed as tight as it could be in the back of her Honda Civic.
"Finally!" They said in unison as their weeping mothers disappeared in the rearview mirror.
"Bianca, I love your mother but I understood nothing of what she said." Ali giggled in the backseat.
"Yeah, that's because you paid more attention to Owen in Spanish class then Señora." Clare countered.
"That was in like…tenth grade."
"You still didn't pay attention." Said Bianca.
The car was quiet until Clare's curiosity got the best of her.
Clare turned to Bianca, "He's…not going to TU, is he?" She asked.
"From what I heard from Owen, he's going to some Trade School in the states. He'll be far away from you, Clare Bear, don't worry." Bianca soothed.
"Okay, enough of the heavy! Turn up the tunes!" Ali cheered.
Clare turned up the radio to Katy Perry's, Teenage Dream. The three of the rolled the windows, blasting and singing along to the music as they drove down the highway.
xXx
The girls made it to the main office building to get the schedules and room numbers. Luck was with them, and it turned out that Clare and Bianca would be sharing a dorm and Ali was only down the hall. They were in building C4, Terrence Hall, and Ali and Bianca were excited to see that this specific hall was co-ed.
"Ali, you might be lucky enough to be roomed with a guy—a hot guy." Bianca said as the trio carried their things to their dorms.
"Yeah but what if I'm not? What if it's an ugly guy?" She asked causing Clare to roll her eyes.
"Then pray to God it's a girl." She said.
"Well. Here's my stop. Room 258. What room are you guys again?" she asked.
"Room 262. We're right down the hall," Clare assured.
"We'll meet for lunch at three thirty, okay? We'll go to the Dot." Bianca said.
"Okay. See you then." She said. They waved their goodbyes and continued walking down the hall, until they reached their dorm.
They looked to each other, "Ready?"
"Ready." Clare unlocked the door to a light purple room with two small closets, dressers, two twin beds, and two desks.
"Finally," Bianca murmured as she dropped her boxes and plopped on one of the beds.
"Come on, Bee. Get your lazy ass up, we have to get settled in now because we won't have time later." Bianca said.
"No…" She groaned in response.
"You asked for it," Clare smirked sinisterly as she jumped on Bianca.
"Oof, Edwards! Get off of me before I bite you!" She laughed.
"Then start unpacking!" Clare demanded with a giggle.
"Jesus Christ, for a tiny person, you fall hard, Escritor Pequeños."
"Are you ready to unpack?"
"Yes?" she answered meekly, afraid Clare would jump on her again.
"Good." And she hopped off. The first thing Bianca pulled out was her iHome and iPhone, playing music loudly for she and Clare to dance to as they passed.
They put all of their clothes and dresser drawers and closets and made out their beds. They saved the best for last; decorating their room. Though their tastes differed slightly, their walls consisted of band posters of The Dead Hand, Maroon 5, P!nk, Katy Perry, and Eminem. They were a diverse group of people. They saved their knick knacks, precious valuable, and photographs for last, cherishing the memories of their childhood. When Clare came across a picture of her, Bianca and Ali, she realized she had to tell someone about what happened with Eli.
"Bianca, can I tell you something? No judgments, no making me feel bad?" She asked quietly.
"Of course, Clare." Bianca said, turning down the music and giving Clare her full attention.
"Well, you know that Rave we went to last week?"
"Not really, I was wasted, remember?"
"Right. But do you remember the guy I was talking to? Eli?" She asked.
"Kinda short? Skinny? Wore all black?"
"Yeah him."
"Yeah. Clare…"
"Ihadsexwithhim." Clare breathed out quickly. Bianca almost didn't catch it, but when she did, she practically had to pick her jaw up off the floor.
"You mean to tell me, my sweet, innocent, Saint Clare Bear, fucked a random party goer?" She asked, smiling, "I'm so proud."
"Bianca, this is serious."
"Wait, he did use a condom, right?" She asked becoming worried.
"Yes, Bee, of course, I made sure." Clare assured her.
"Then what's the problem?"
"The problem is, I don't go sleeping with someone I met five minutes ago. The only other man I've been with was Mark, and it was after a year of dating. But with Eli, it was different. I really wanted him. Not just wanted him like that, but actually wanted him. There was something about him that I found intriguing and I actually liked him. And then after he got what he wanted, he was abruptly gone. And I felt used. Like I was just a random fuck for him and that he felt nothing for me. That everything he said to me was a lie. So I was going to treat it just like any other one-night-stand and forget about him, but Bee, I had to tell someone and you're more understandable in this situation than Ali would be so you can't tell her." Clare concluded.
"My lips are sealed," She said, zipping her lips with her fingers, "So. How was it?" She asked smirking.
"Bianca!" Clare exclaimed, throwing a pillow at her.
"It was a question, Edwards, I want to know how good he was!" She said shamelessly. This is why Clare loved Bianca. No matter what Clare did, Bianca was always her solid ground. Sure, she had Ali, but she didn't understand. After her parents split, Clare's 'Holier Than Thou' reputation was forgotten, forming into her own woman. She gave up her purity vow and was more free with herself, but she still wasn't one to hook up all the time. Her clothes became less conservative and her cross necklace was placed in a frame she left hanging over her bed to remind her no matter where life takes her, she'll always have Jesus, even if she wasn't a Bible Hugger anymore. And when Clare had her falling outs, Bianca was who she went to. Her parents had split up when she was a Freshman, and she and her mother moved out of the states and to Toronto to get away from it all. Bianca was a free spirit and did whatever she damn well pleased, and understood when all Clare wanted was a drink.
Clare smiled shyly and blushed at the memory, "Really…really good."
"Clare Edwards, you little vixen!" She giggled.
xXx
Ali was knocking on their door at promptly three thirty, eager to see how her two besties were adapting to dorm life.
"So I walked into my room and half of it was already filled. I knew right away it was a girl, and a stylish one at that," Ali began as the three split a basket of free fries thanks to their employee discount (which happened to be extended seeing Clare's brother-in-law owned the place), "And she was sitting on her bed talking to another girl and I thought I was in the wrong room but I wasn't. It was her girlfriend." Ali said, shrugging her shoulders.
"Your roommate's gay?" Bianca asked, flabbergasted.
"Bee, is it really such a big deal?" Clare asked, suddenly embarrassed by her friends behavior.
"No, no, no, not at all. It's just…I don't think any of us were expecting that."
"I sure know I wasn't. But her name is Fiona Coyne and she's really very sweet and she is a sophomore. Apparently, her daddy is a big diplomat in New York and she is loaded." Ali said, exaggerating her expression.
"At least you don't have to worry about getting along with your roommate," Clare said, "I've read a few articles on the Coyne's and Fiona is a huge fashonista." She quipped, sipping her vanilla milkshake.
"I know! That's the best part! She never wears the same thing twice and she said I can keep the rejects!" She squealed in excitement. Bianca and Clare laughed at her and continued chatting.
"So Clare, what about guys?" Ali asked.
"Guy? What guy?" Clare questioned, practically sweating.
"No Clare, guys. Have you seen any on campus that you're interested in?"
"Uh, no, it's our first day on campus. Besides, I'm not really up for a relationship." Clare said and all she could think about was Eli's eyes, his smirk, the way he'd swipe at his dark brown hair to get it out of his eyes. Ah, swoon.
"C'mon Clare. You're not going to be young forever; get over him." Ali said, not specifying.
"Yeah Clare, get over him." Bianca said with a double meaning. Clare looked to her.
"I'm trying. And I am. I'm just going to forget about E—errr, Mark." She said catching herself. Bianca giggled and winked at her, mouthing, Nice save.
"Clare, can I talk to you?" A deep voice said from behind her. She turned around to see Owen, standing behind her, not meeting her eyes and looking ashamed. Owen was another person in her group of close-knit friends which consisted of Bianca, Ali, and Owen. But Owen knew that Fitz was cheating on Clare, and said nothing.
"Why should I talk to you?" She snapped.
"Because I'm your friend!"
"You weren't my friend when you didn't tell me Mark was cheating on me!"
"Clare, he was my friend too, what was I supposed to do?"
Clare laughed humorlessly, "Bros before hos, right?"
"C'mon, Clare Bear, you know it's not like that." He pleaded. Finally looking at her.
"Yeah? Well it sure feels like it," She said as she stood up from the table, "Come on guys, let's go." She said angrily seeing Owen interrupted their much needed girl time before school started. She began to walk past when he pulled her arm back.
"I'm sorry." He said earnestly.
"You weren't sorry while Fitz was cheating on me."
"I couldn't tell you; I couldn't hurt you like that."
"Okay, so you sat there and watched me hurt over how he treated me, watched me cry, watched me beg, watch me try and figure out what the fuck was going on and you still didn't think it necessary to tell me what the fuck was happening? Did you?" She asked in a hushed yell.
"All the time! But I couldn't bring myself to do it." He said shamefully.
"Then why am I standing here? Why am I listening to this?" She questioned.
"Because I'm sorry. How many times do I have to say it."
"Until I believe you." Clare answered.
"Clare, you know I love you and you're like a sister to me—"
"You should of thought of that before."
"I'm sorry! Okay? I'm sorry! Please, please forgive me." Never in her life had Clare seen Owen Milligan grovel for anyone's forgiveness. She believed he was sincere, and she wanted to forgive him but there would always be a small part of her that felt betrayal when she saw him. She stood there for what Owen thought was forever. She thought truly hard on her decision. She turned back to him and groaned.
"Fine," She muttered,
"Really? You're not mad anymore?" He asked, confused.
"Oh I'm mad, but I forgive you. I'm turning over a new leaf; forgetting about my past and moving on with my life," She said, "I figured I'd need my best friends in it." She smiled softly.
"Thanks, Clare Bear." She smiled at him and she left the Dot to Ali and Bianca who were waiting outside.
"So did you forgive him?" Ali asked.
"Yeah. I wanna forget about my past problems and to do that I need my friends by my side," She said shrugging her shoulders, "I don't want to start the school year off with enemies.
"Great. So now we can go to your dorm to pick out our outfits for our first day of our first year of Toronto University!" Ali squealed.
Clare shook her head at her, "Ali, Ali, Ali. I'm calling together an intervention. Your love for clothes is unhealthy. Bianca and I are putting you in Shoppers Anonymous. You need help." Clare said sarcastically.
"No, no, no, one more, just one more shopping spree! After that I'll stop, I swear!" Ali played along, pretending to beg Clare in the middle of the street.
"Alright, you shopaholic. Let's go." Bianca laughed.
xXx
"Push up."
"Push up." Ali and Bianca had finished picking their outfits and were now picking Clare's, sitting on Clare's bed so the had a good view when she came out of the bathroom, clothes strewn over Bianca's bed.
"But it make my boobs look fake." Clare argued.
"Exactly." Bianca mused.
"You've got to dress to impress." Ali said.
"Who am I impressing?" Clare asked.
"Young, hot teachers," Bianca began.
"Cute classmates," Ali mused.
"Sexy bedmates," Bianca said with a wink.
Clare groaned internally, "Bee…"
"Okay, okay. But you're wearing the push up bra." She smirked at her. Clare groaned again, this time aloud, and walked back into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
xXx
"So you have no idea what's gone on with her in the past three years?" Eli asked Adam as they walked out of dorm 269 in Terrence hall for their first class of the day.
"No. We lost touch a few months after I moved. Did she give you any info?"
"All she told me was she was nineteen, getting over a break up, and was going into college."
"Yeah man, but don't get your hopes up. Just because she said she was going to college doesn't mean here. She could be going anywhere in Canada, hell, with the grades she got, she's probably going to Yale or Harvard in the states." This news caused Eli to frown. Maybe Adam was right. He'd probably never see Clare Edwards again. Was that even her name? Yeah Eli, who're you trying to kid? He remembered everything about. The way her body moved with the beat of the music. The way her cinnamon curls framed her face. The way her ocean blue eyes glistened in the low light.
God, she was beautiful. And his memories probably wouldn't do her justice.
"So what your saying is I should just get over her?" He asked.
"Yeah. Clare's my friend and all but you shouldn't be stressing over a girl you met at a rave. And man, did Drew bitch! He wishes he was as lucky as you; nails a girl who actually leaves when he's done."
"I'm not Drew." Eli growled.
"Okay, okay, just chill. Besides, he's just pissed that you got lucky and he didn't." Adam chuckled.
"You and your brother are the nastiest people I've ever met." Eli joked.
"I may be nasty, but Drew's dick is going to fall off it'll get so heavy with warts."
"Ooh, I get to tell him!" Eli joked as they walked into the Creative Writing classroom.
"So do you know anything about the teacher…Miss Dawes?" Eli asked.
"Nah, you know Drew didn't get in by his classes, you think he took extra ones? He may be a sophomore, but I know grade twos smarter than him." Adam said as they took their seats.
"Good point."
Eli looked around the classroom. There really weren't many people there. Most people minored in classes like this one, but not Majored. However, Eli did. His love for literature and fictional writing was what landed him a seat in this class, and though he
was sometimes a slacker, he wasn't complaining whatsoever.
Eli and Adam were interrupted from their conversation when the teacher flew in like a bat out of hell, slamming the door behind her, dropping different papers and texts onto her desk and writing an introduction on the board.
As she wrote, she began to speak, "No now, this class is to be taken seriously. Don't think you can just get by the semester and give me your bare minimum. If that's what you expected, I suggest you get out. Now," Adam and Eli looked to each other and shook their heads. Miss Dawes turned back to the class, a whole new attitude protruding her, "Now that that's all settled, welcome to my writing class. Remember, this is not high school. I want your best, and I want your all. I don't tolerate excuses, bad attitudes, or disrespect so leave it all at the door or don't come in at all. If you must, put it into your writing. Great writers are able to use their emotions in their works, creating true master pieces," She said as she lent down on her desk, smiling at us, "With that said, I'm assigning you writing partners. In all my years of teaching, I've never done this before. You are my guinea pigs. I want to see improvement in your work with the help of your partner, so let's start."
At this point, Eli was starting to grow bored. The Miss Dawes went around to each desk, giving a piece of paper that had their Assignments and partners on it. Miss Dawes came to he and Adam and handed them each their paper.
Eli looked down at his and was shocked. His eyes bulged and he almost thought he was dreaming.
"You'll have the rest if class to get with your partners and get started." Miss Dawes said.
He looked down at the paper again,
Student: Elijah Goldsworthy
Assignment: Write a short story on your most pleasurable hobby.
Partner: Clare Edwards
"Hey man, who'd you get?" Adam asked but Eli simply ignored him, instead looking around the classroom. There was no way she was here—in this class. He didn't see her. Maybe it was a different Clare Edwards.
Not Likely.
"Ahem." A too familiar voice said from behind him. He turned around to be met with his favorite pair of blue eyes.
You feel my breath on your neck, can't believe I'm right behind you.
Well...
Not a total bust, right?
Eh, it'll be better next time.
Translation:
Rosina: Bianca, make sure you have everything you need, and remember: you don't need any more problems, lay off the boys for a while, focus on you.
Bianca: Mom, I know, I know, Im not a little girl anymore; I can take care of myself.
Jahida? Rosina? I like those names. Actually I had to look up a name for Ali's mom because I didn't know any Indian/Muslim names, but I like it.
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