Title: For Those Nights I Can't Remember
Rating: PG-13
Chapter: 5. Damned If I Do Ya (Damned If I Don't)
Fandom: Degrassi: The Next Generation
Summary: It's been almost a year and finally, Clare's back at Degrassi, but she won't talk to any*one, but Alli. KC will do anything to figure Clare out, even break up with Jenna. Klare. Kenna. Jalli. "Damned If I Do Ya (Damned If I Don't)" is by All Time Low.
Comments: Listen to the song "For Those Nights I Can't Remember" by Hedly. It reminded me so much of KC and Clare and fitted this story.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the idea.
KC stood around in the gym, waiting for the game to start. He had his headphones in his ears and bobbed his head to the music blaring in his ears.
He stopped abruptly at the sight of the blue-eyed red head taking a seat in the bleachers with her friends and an infant. He couldn't help but smile at the sight. He waited to see if he'd catch her eye and felt a surge go through him when her eyes met his. He lifted his hand, giving her a little wave. Clare gave him a wave back and a half smile, nodding a little. KC smiled a little more.
The smile faded when Jenna stepped in front of KC, distorting his view of Clare. He sighed, rolling his eyes at her.
"What the hell are you doing?" Jenna demanded, her arms crossed over her chest, but you could barely tell with her pom-poms in her hands all over her chest. She turned around before he could answer and quickly spotted Clare, who busy playing with some baby. "Ew. Really?" she couldn't help but laugh.
"Really what?" KC asked, trying to play it off that nothing was going on.
Jenna turned back to KC. "Shut up, Loser, and go warm up." She moved closer to KC, leaning up on her toes and whispered hotly, reaching out and holding onto his head phones, "Or should I help you warm up in the locker room?"
KC swallowed hard, fighting the urge not to give in to Jenna and her womanly wiles that she had been using on him all year. He pulled out his headphones and stepped back from her. "I'm good," he assured coldly, not wanting anything to do with his own girlfriend. He put his iPod in his towel under the bench and rushed to join his teammates on the court for warm ups.
Jenna crossed her arms back over her chest with a pleased smirk as Dave walked up behind her.
"What are you up too, Jen?" Dave asked her quietly.
Jenna grinned to herself at the sound of his voice. "Nothing, Dumbass." She started walking away, "C'mon. Let's go make out in the locker room before the game." Dave only followed her like a lost puppy to the locker room.
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Alli picked up Kent, brushing noses with him. "Well aren't you just the sweetest little angel in the world," she cooed to him.
Johnny quirked an eyebrow, speaking up for the first time since Alli picked him up for the game, "You're not getting one."
Alli frowned, jutting her lips out in a pout, "Why not?"
"Because you're not ready for one," Johnny stated in reply.
Clare smiled; nodding from where she was on Alli's other side, "For once in my life, Alli, I agree with him. Babies are a lot of work."
Johnny smiled, seeing that Clare took his side, "See, even the mommy knows that Auntie Alli can't handle it."
"Mommy?" Connor spoke up from where he was next to Clare, furrowing his brows.
The three turned to look at Connor.
"Whoops," Johnny shrugged when Clare turned and glared at him.
Clare sighed, running a hand through her hair, "God help me."
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KC walked into the locker room. Coach Nash had sent him on a mission and it would be his head if he didn't return with Dave. He sighed, looking around and stopped when he the corner into another section of the locker room. There stood Jenna and Dave, pressed up against each other with their mouths eating each other's faces off.
KC didn't feel his heart break or even the least bit sad. In fact, he felt the opposite. He felt relieved. Now he had an actual reason to break up with Jenna instead of just his confusion that was going on in his head recently. He sighed, running a hand through his messy brown hair and shook his head.
Jenna heard him sigh and turned her head away from Dave long enough to see KC. "Oh god. KC, I…" she started sweetly in surprise with a bit of a stutter, shoving Dave off of her.
KC rolled his eyes, shaking his head, "I don't think so. I have a game to get to."
"Give me a kiss first, Loser," Jenna demanded, hands on her hips and pouting her lips out for a kiss.
"In case you didn't notice, Jenna, we're over," KC stated and couldn't help but smile. "Wow, that feels good." He looked at Dave, mumbling, "Game starting." With that, he walked away.
Dave looked at Jenna and just followed KC out to the gym in silence.
"Dammit, KC!" Jenna shouted, stomping her foot on the ground. "Get back here, you asshole!"
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Clare was standing by the locker room with Connor and Kent in her arms, explaining the actual truth of why she was back and what was going on with her for the past several months when KC walked out of the locker room.
KC smiled at immediately seeing Clare. "Clare," he said to get her attention.
Clare turned around and smiled at such a pleasant surprise, "KC. Hi."
"You busy after the game tonight?"" KC asked hopefully, giving her a bashful yet charming smile. A smile that she knew very well and had suckered her into many a thing in their relationship.
Clare shook her head, handing Kent over to Connor, "Nope."
KC nodded with a grin, "Awesome. Want to go out with me?"
Clare's eyes went wide and she couldn't help but become speechless at the request. She looked at him with a grin that matched his and nodded enthusiastically in reply, her short, red hair falling in her face.
KC nodded, brushing her hair carefully out of her face, "Sweet." He kissed her softly on the cheek and then walked away with a confidence no one had seen since Clare disappeared.
Clare waited until he was gone before jumping up and down in excitement, squealing like a little girl.
Connor raised an eyebrow and held Kent out to her to take him because he had no idea what he was doing with her son.
Clare took in a deep breath to calm down and took Kent back, running to their seats. "Alli!" she shouted.
Jenna walked out of the locker room, red in the face with her makeup and hair back in perfect order. She glared at Clare's petite form as the brainiac rushed away. "This isn't over," she swore under her breath.