A/N: Hola, muchachos. Um, yeah. Second chapter. Like it? Dislike it? Have a love-hate relationship with it? Tell me in a review! I don't own Degrassi, nor do I own the amazing song that is The Best Thing. Um, yeah. Yup. Enjoy, lovelies.
"My, my, Clare Edwards," he spoke swiftly; craftily. "I haven't seen you in years." His voice was just as she remembered.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, taking a step backward.
"Just coming to check up on you. Can't a father visit a daughter?" He smiled sickly. She felt sick.
"No," she told him calmly, although she wanted to scream. "Not when that daughter doesn't want to see that father. Get out of here." With every step she took back, he took one forward. She was trapped; she couldn't escape. Her back hit a cool wall, and she knew he had won, yet again.
"I have the right," he told her, "And you can't do a thing about it." He smiled again. She wanted to puke.
"You don't even want to see me." It wasn't a question, it was a realization. "You just want to make me suffer. You're sick." Her voice faltered; she was giving up.
"Hm, maybe. But court doesn't know that. They just know that I have a right to visitation." His smile was never gone from his lips.
"Please, leave," she begged. "I…why can't you just leave me alone?" She asked, exasperated. He glanced over her shoulder, and then locked eyes with her. The smile was gone.
"Fine, I'm gone. But, mark my words, I'll be back. You can bet on that." He left quickly, without a second look back at the daughter he had broken so many years ago. It wasn't until she saw the police car turning the corner that she realized that was why he had left. She sighed, shaking her head, cursing her father under her breath. She didn't even realize where she was going until she got there: the diner. She was there every day for the past few weeks and it was something she could actually look forward to. It was a motivation for her. A motivation for what exactly, though? To see the bus boy who she found so intriguing? To drink coffee and just sit for once, to relax? She had no idea. Maybe it was a mix of both of those things, but whatever it was; she found it nice, refreshing. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts of her jerk of a father, she didn't even realize the reason the whole diner had went quiet was because of her. She hadn't sat in her normal seat, and didn't order quite yet. She smirked internally, knowing that something she did affected people so much. A hush had fallen over the diner, and everything was still. She looked around for a moment at all the customers looking at her. Then she smiled, slid over two seats, and ordered her black coffee. She felt triumphant, like she had restored order in the diner. She felt accomplished. In euphoria of confidence, she met eyes with the mysterious bus boy. Blue crashed with jade, like stars crashing together. It was a nanosecond of eye contact, maybe less. But, she felt like he was seeing her, really seeing her. Like he was looking at her and realizing how messed up she really was. It made her feel special and uncomfortable at the same time. His green orbs were so intense; she had to look away. She drank her coffee like usual, and tried not to cry, like usual whenever her father came for a 'visit'. She couldn't help but notice, though, that the bus boy kept glancing over at her every few seconds. It made her feel…well, she didn't know how it made her feel. It was a new feeling to her, having a boy even glance her way. Well, if it wasn't to push her around and tease her.
Right before she left, she gave the boy the smallest of smiles. Something that spoke more words than any sentence ever could.
"'Cause when I looked into your eyes, and you dared to stare right back, you should've said, 'Nice to meet you, I'm your other half."-The Best Thing, Relient K