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Chapter 3

Eve drove her Cadillac to The Glass House. Wow, Claire was gob smacked. It looked like something from the civil war times. It had big greying columns, and a wide front porch and two stories of windows. It was really big, huge even. It look deserted, but so did every house on the block. Eve stepped out of the Cadillac. Claire finally realised what kind of goth get up she was wearing. She had a red vest under a netted, skin tight top. Her skirt was down to her knees. It was torn and tattered looking, must be brand new, Claire thought. Her tights were ripped, with red ones underneath. She had the classic goth boots on. Her hair was a pure black, dyed? Her jewellery consisted of skull earings, a necklace with a coffin on it and bracelets with spiky studs. Eve's face was whiter than a ghost, with eyeliner ringed around her eyes. Her lips parted into a black smile as she turned to Claire.

"Come on!" She yelled. As Claire got to the front of the car, Eve was almost at the door.

Claire caught up, though her heavy bag was dragging her down. Once she was inside the house, she felt warm, fuzzy. Eve took her bag and placed it next to a few pairs of boys shoes: running shoes, converse and vans. The smell of tomatoes, meat, with some garlic and vegetables rose in her nose and sent her into the most hunger known to man.

"SHANE! SHAAAAAAANE!" Eve yelled, searching into every room. Claire wandered into the living room, and went to sit on the sofa. She was still so tired. Maybe a little nap as Eve went to find Shane. She was just about to sit, when something stirred under a blanket. She stood up and bolted to the other side of the room before she saw his face.

"Aw man, the wicked witch of the Glass House is back." He said. Claire couldn't help but giggle. The boy put a finger to his lips in order to silence Claire.

"SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE! I KNOW YOU'RE HERE, DUDE!" Ah, Claire thought. The boy must have been Shane! His hair was long-ish and brown, cut into shaggy layers. He was older that her, eighteen maybe? He was tall, which made Claire feel smaller than usual. His eyes looked brown. He was quite hot.

Claire snapped out of her dreamlike state and realised Eve was returning to the living room. Shane ducked under the blanket and stayed as still as possible. It didn't look like he was there at all. "There you are, Claire!" Eve said. She wandered over to the couch to take a seat, when Shane jumped up and screamed from under the covers. Claire almost fainted with fright, and once Eve had collected herself she gave Shane a glare. A death glare.

"Aw, Eve, c'mon! You walked right into that one!"

"Shane, you dick!" Eve cleared her throat. "You've left chilli on the stove."

"Ah, yes! A little surprise for you and Michael."

"Surprise, Shane? You make it every night!"

"It's not my fault Michael sleeps all day and you never go to the store!" All of a sudden, Shane turned his attention to Claire. It made her feel uneasy. Nauseous. "Er, who are you?" Claire opened her mouth to speak, she was surprised he was talking to her, no boys ever talked to her. But before she could say something cringey, Eve stepped in.

"This is Claire, Claire Danvers. She's a student at TPU."

"More like TPEww!" Shane said. Claire hid a grin. "So Claire, your looking for a room to rent then I guess. Spot of bother at the dorms?"

"Uh, no. I, er, just fell." Claire said. Wow could she sound any geekier?

"Well Claire, you look starved! I'll go get you some of Shane's special chilli. God only knows what he's put in there!" And Eve hurried off to the kitchen.

"Wow, how'd you get that black eye?" Shane asked.

"I, told you I fell. It it off a chair."

"Really Claire? 'Cause it looks like someone punched you. Did they?" Shane looked slightly worried, worried for someone he just met.

"I, um, no, uh. Maybe."

"Claire, was it a girl? Cause if it was a guy, that's just sick. I mean I like fighting, hell, I love fighting, but never, ever would I hit a girl!"

"Er, yeah. Well three. But its not that ba-"

"To hell it is! Who was it?"

"Um, Monica, and er, Gina and Jennifer."

"Ah, those bitches. What did they do?" But, before Claire could reply, Eve cam through with three bowls of chilli and three cans of coke under her arm.

"Here you go." And she handed the plate to Claire. It smelt divine, and she tucked right in.

"Eve, you gotta let Claire stay here, she got beaten up!"

"I want to let her stay, I really do! But we need to talk to Michael first."

Eve and Shane let the topic slip away, where the chatted for hours, until Claire realised it was getting dark.

"Michael's getting up soon." Eve said, slightly giddy. Her eyes twinkled at his name. And, as if on cue, someone padded down the stairs. Barefoot. He entered the room. Claire saw he was blond, hair cut kinda like Shane's. He wasn't as big or as muscly as Shane, but he was tall and strong looking.

"Er, Eve, Shane, who is this?"

"This is Claire Danvers," Eve said. She's here to see about the room."

"No way am I letting someone underage live in this house."

Shane and Eve stared at each other, then at Claire. Claire felt burning in her cheeks and dodged their stares.

"No, she may be small, but she's at TPU."

"Yeah, placed on early admission I guess. You look like one of them smart kids."

"Is this true?" Eve said.

"Uh, well. I - I, er. Um, yeah."

"CLAIRE!" Eve and Shane yelled. "But Michael," Eve pleaded.

"No."

"Please can we keep her, please, please, please, please pleeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaasssssee!"

Claire felt like a homeless puppy.

"She has nowhere to go!" Eve protested.

"Yeah," agreed Shane. Claire was beginning to like him. "We'll feed her, and water her and keep her safe!" Okay, that was just ripping it.

"Please." Claire said. Everyone looked at her. She realised she hadn't spoken the whole time.

"Hm, if I were to say yes, which I'm not saying anything at the moment, but would you agree for it to be temporary? As in, when the whole dorm thing blows over or you find somewhere else to stay?"

"Um," Eve and Shane stared at her with begging eyes. Another mental note, I don't like staring. She sighed. "Yes. Please Michael."

"Well, I guess so."

Eve screamed and everyone looked at her. "I'm not the only girl! No more idiotic banter!" Again, everyone stared. Claire was applauded and cheered. I like this, she thought. A sense of home. And with that, Claire became the newest member of The Glass House.