The next morning Clarion awoke to the channel news playing on the tv. She and Snow must have fallen asleep watching Big Bang last night. Considering she was leaned up against her friend's shoulder. What time was it? Clarion sat up to see the digital clock across the room. 8:50. Crap! She had a class in ten minutes!
"Snow! Snow! Wake up!" Clarion was shaking her wildy.
"I'm up! I'm up!" the young woman sat up and rubbed her eyes, "What's going on? Why are you freaking out?"
"We have education leadership in ten minutes!" Clarion got up and ran into her room.
Snow was still busy processing what was going on. She heard sudden thuds and looked to Clarion's room. With a toothbrush in her mouth, Clarion came hopping out of her room pulling up her jeans. "Come on!" she mumbled, "Get dressed!"
"Alright! Alright!" she stood up and went into the bathroom, "Tell Wiggins I'm in the nurse's office! I'll be late."
Clarion buttoned up her jacket and grabbed her laptop bag. "I'm not going to lie to him!"
Snow opened the door and shot her a glare.
"Fine!" she left and slammed the door.
Snow finished getting ready and exited the bathroom. She tossed a hot pocket in the microwave. Her phone started buzzing erratically and Snow grabbed it off the counter. Twenty new facebook notifications. "What the!"
Beep! Beep! Beep!
She popped the door open and grabbed the cheese and sausage bread pocket. Snow flicked her screen and typed in the passcode. Her dashboard was covered in gossip involving Clarion and... MILORI! "She kissed him, a freshman kissed him, blah blah blah," she read, "Why am I even friends with these people? Wait Clarion kissed him, ha ha, knew it!" Then she continued reading.
Snow took a bite out of the meat pocket and grabbed her bag before running out the door. Then something caught her eye, a jacket. It was the one Clarion had been wearing last night, but she didn't remember Clarion wearing it before or buying it recently. It had to be Milori's, and knowing Clarion, she would want to return it to him.
She was halfway across the courtyard when the bell signaling that class had started rang. Oh well, didn't really matter anyway if you were late to Wiggins' classes. He was such a pushover when it came to just about anything.
The one thing you did have to worry about was the security guard posted in the hallway. He didn't tolerate students roaming the halls between classes, but he could be bribed and every morning she would bring him a donut.
"Morning Miss Snow, you're running late today," the man sitting in the chair checked his watch, "You're gonna break the record if you don't get to class. What's that?"
He was asking about the brown paper bag in her hand. She tossed it over to him, "Boston cream, I know it's your favorite, Charlie."
Charlie had been the security guard for the past few years. "Thank you, smells delicious."
"No problem."
"Now get to class."
She nodded and went to class. Snow entered the lecture hall and scanned the seats for Clarion. There, in the middle row! She had her laptop out which she was presumably taking notes on. An empty seat was beside her. Snow quietly made her way to the seat and sat down.
"Hey, you left this in the dorm," she whispered to Clarion.
"What?" She finished what she was typing and looked at her. Snow put the jacket in her lap. Milori's jacket, I forgot to give it back to him last night, but why did Snow bring it here? "Why did you bring this?"
"Oh come on! I know you kissed Milori and that this is his jacket!"
"I had no idea who he was!"
"I know."
"Wait, you know?"
"Of course I know."
"Ladies!" Mr. Wiggins called up to them, "Is there something you'd like to share with the class." Mr. Wiggins was average height and always wore khakis and button up shirt. Whenever he was holding his textbook his sleeves were always rolled up to his elbows. Even now he was doing this, the book was on one arm and he flipped pages and pointed with the other.
"No, Sir," Clarion answered quickly and opened up the book everyone else now had on a specific page.
"Well unless you're talking about today's lesson, keep it down."
"Yes, Sir."
For the rest of class, they sat there in silence taking notes. Occasionally Snow would smile and Clarion would look over to see what she was doing, because this listen was not fun. Snow may have been taking notes, but in the corner of her screen she was messaging her boyfriend, Mason.
The bell suddenly rang and everyone began to pack up. Mr. Wiggins stood at the door handing the homework out. Both Clarion and Snow were one of the last to leave. As they waited for the people ahead of them to grab the homework and leave. The girl in front of them smile and put a note in Wiggins' shirt pocket before taking the homework and winking at him. A smile came across his face. Snow made a gagging sound and they tried to hold in their laughs. The man glared at them, "Ladies."
"Wiggins," Snow shot back at him as they grabbed the papers and left.
He shut the door to his classroom and the girls burst into laughter, "Oh my god, is she for real?"
"I have no idea what the girls in this school see in him," Clarion stated, "He's such a pervert."
"Why do they even let him teach here?"
"No idea, but the girls are just as bad. Remember when Annica 'fell' and just so happened to be wearing a short skirt."
"The look on his face was gross!" They burst into again.
The two immediately stopped when they her more laughing ahead. As usual it was a good ten minutes between classes, and everyone had the chance to chat. Leaned against the wall was Milori, and a girl was talking to him.
"Go on, now's your chance," Snow encouraged.
Clarion glanced down to see herself carrying his jacket, "Oh no, no, no, no. I can't just go up there and give it to him."
"Yes you can," she shoved her forward, "Now go!"
Clarion let out a sigh and approached the group, "I can do this."
Milori stood there wearing a pale blue shirt and dark pants. His eyes were a shining silver and his strong looking hands grasped his messenger bag. He seemed to be listening to the girl who was talking to him. For a moment it seemed like he was looking over at her. She froze and a smile came across his face.
Clarion regained her courage and walked up to him. The girl stared at her wide eyed. "You forgot your jacket, well, technically I forgot your jacket, but-"
She was interrupted by him chuckling, "That's quite alright, I think you needed it more than I did."
Her cheeks began to turn red with blush, "Uh, here." She handed him the jacket.
His smile grew wider as he slung the jacket over his shoulder and stared intently into her eyes. The girl beside them scoffed and stormed off. Her golden hair flipped behind her and the red dress she wore tightened around her body further. There was a sudden thud and they looked over to see she had face planted in the ground.
"Ouch!" Clarion said.
Then several girls went running up to her, "Holly! Are you alright?"
They helped Holly to her feet. She was the most popular girl in school and according to the Milori Wintris fan club she was the most eligible and suitable to date Milori. So she's been all over him since day one and acts like she owns him. No one else was allowed near him. "Who the hell is she?" Holly pointed at Clarion.
The girls all looked over, "Oh my god! It's her! It's Clarion are!"
"What's so special about her?"
"Didn't you hear? It's all over Facebook! She kissed Milori Wintrix!"
"Kissed... She kissed him!"
"I know, she's so lucky. Maybe she'll let me take a picture!" The girls proceeded to run up to them.
"That- That freshman kissed my Milori! Ugh!" she scoffed once more and walked off.
Meanwhile Milori and Clarion were being bombarded by dozens of girls who were taking pictures. The flashes were blinding them so they used their arms to block it. Milori grabbed her hand.
"OMG, they're holding hands!"
Milori whispered in her ear, "Let's get out of here." He tugged her arm and dragged her down the hallway. The girls chased after them.
They turned right and left down the hallways, trying to give the girls the slip. At one point Milori realized that they had to find a place to hide and began to check for empty rooms and unlocked doors. The girls were getting closer and closer and it looked like all hope was lost that they wouldn't be swarmed.
Suddenly one of the classroom doors opened when Clarion quickly pulled on the handle. The two dove into the room and shut it behind them. It was dark inside and the only light was what was coming from the hallway. They stood on either side of the door. Soon they could hear the rumbling footsteps of the girls coming closer. Milori crossed his fingers, hoping they wouldn't think to check the rooms.
The rumbling receded and he let out a sigh before sliding down onto the floor. Clarion did the same. Milori was panting like crazy, and she began to wonder why. They hadn't run that far, so why was he acting like they just ran a marathon. He turned to her, "Are you alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine."
"Thank goodness, and sorry about them they're a little-"
"Obsessive."
"Yes, and they'll probably be back. Do you know of a place where we could hide?"
"I think I have one place in mind."