Claire Redfield
Health was the only class that I actually enjoyed, only because I got to hang out with Dave. Befriending him got me a few perks, he even managed to hook me up with a boyfriend! Steve Burnside, he's been here since Freshman year, but I never really spoke to him, but Dave said he'd had a thing for me. And what can I say, he was attractive. I gave him a shot, why the hell not? We've been dating for about a week now, we haven't really done anything, except kiss a few times. Steve was in one of my classes, fucking geometry, but I was too busy sleeping to actually talk to him. "Claire," Dave waves a hand in front of my face. "Huh? What's wrong," I ask. "You were spacing out for a minute," he says. "Oh, thanks," I smile. I knew I was spacing out, I don't know why he'd have the nerve to snap me out of it. "So, how are you and Steve doing," he asks. "Fine, I guess," I sigh. "You guess," he asks with an eyebrow raised. "I don't know, we don't have a lot of time to see each other," I say honestly. "Well, it's a Friday night. Why don't you guys do something," he asks. "I guess." "Stop guessing, and just do something," he smiles. "Fine," I sigh.
I don't know, I guess he's right. Lunch time! I go to lunch and meet up with my regular friends, who already got their food. Now I had to stand on the lunch line, which seemed longer than ever. Who was in front of me, none other than Ada Wong. She quickly looks back and sees me. "Oh... Hi Claire," she says with little to no emotion. "Hi Ada," I sigh. "How's everything," she asks. "Fine... Fine," I sigh. "What's wrong Claire? Leon still mad," she smiled. "Yeah, thanks to you," I say angrily. "Hey Claire," Jake runs over. He was obviously trying to avoid Ada and I fighting. Ada turns around. "I'll get your food, why don't you go sit with Sherry," he says with a fake smile. I grit my teeth and walk back to Sherry. I'm going to fucking fight Ada one day. I see it coming. Steve is across from me. "What's up babe," he asks. I'm not sure if I actually like him. "Nothing Steve," I sigh. "Ada giving you a problem," Leon asks. I sigh, really loud and clearly annoyed. "Don't worry about her, I'm over her," he says. Sure he is. How many times has he broken up with her? It's hard to keep track anymore. They'll be in love, then break up and they'll be over each other, then they'll get back together and piss me off.
After school, I'm off to hangout with my 'boyfriend'. The more I actually talked to him, the more annoying he became. Sadly... I didn't mean to think like that, I thought it was sweet that he liked me and I thought he was kind of cute, but now I realize it was in like a kid way. He's really not that interesting... And today, I thought we'd hang out alone, but he decided to bring a group of friends. I didn't know them, they must've been from Chris' school. We were hanging out in the park, everyone in the group was smoking, not cigarettes either. I didn't want to, I didn't need that shit on my record. Sure, I'd drink and smoke a cigarette, but weed wasn't my thing. So basically, I'm in the park late at night, with a bunch of high strangers. What could possibly go wrong?
Jill Valentine
Chris, Piers, Dave and I were all in the park, drinking and smoking. We were having a great time, partying it up. Dave and Chris weren't as drunk as Piers and I, but I'd say we weren't too drunk. "I wanna spin," Piers whispers to himself. "Let's do it," I scream louder than I intended to. We get up and Dave and Chris watch as we interlock our fingers. We held hands awkwardly, because we were drunk I guess we didn't know how to hold hands so we spent longer than we needed to trying to figure the simplest part out. "Come on," I yell and start running. Piers follows my lead and we eventually can't hold on and land on our asses. "Ow," I yell. Piers laughs his little ass off. Fuck him! Piers begins to stand up, but is then tackled. I fall back on my ass from shock, and then realize it's Dave. They giggle into each other's faces. Chris then comes and picks me up. "Chris! Put me down," I laugh. He smiles up at me, and I wrap my legs around his waist. We kiss and it feels so amazing! Maybe because I'm wasted, but it was okay! I was enjoying this. Piers and Dave are full on making out close by, and Chris falls backward, landing on his back. I was still straddling him. I laugh and he looks like he's in pain, but lets out a small laugh. I move back in to kiss him and now Piers and I were basically doing the same things to our boyfriends.
Claire Redfield
Two guys sat next to me, they both reek with the smell of marijuana. I loose sight of Steve and I'm really scared now. I don't know these guys, and I don't know if they're rapist or not. "So where do you go to school," I ask trying to make conversation. "Uh... We're in college," one says. I'm so going to get raped. I stand up, "Where are you going beautiful?" "Home," I smile as I lied, "It's really late. My parents asked for me to come home." "You're not going anywhere," someone grabs me. "No! No! Let go," I scream. They don't listen, three other guys grab me. "Stop! Please," I plead.
Chris Redfield
"Claire," I stop kissing Jill. I could swear I heard Claire scream. "What," Jill asks. "Claire's in trouble," I stand up. "I didn't hear anything," she says as she gets off of me. I sober up extremely quick and begin running in that direction, I can't tell if anyone followed me. I get to this dark, suspicious spot. One that's normally home to the potheads. "Claire," I call out. "Stop! Please," I hear her yell. "Claire," I scream and run toward her voice again. I see five guys running their hands on her, one pulling down her pants. She's clearly fighting it, kicking and trying to punch them, but there's enough of them to hold her down. "Claire," I yell and all the men look at me. "Fuck off," one man says to me. I'm ready to kill all of them. "Get the fuck off of her," I yell. "Get him," one says. They all come charging at me.
I flip one of them over my shoulder, another punched me. I swang back and hit him, but there were a lot of them. I wouldn't be able to take them all on my own. Maybe I'd get lucky though. One jumps on my back. "Get the fuck off," I yell and throw him at another one of them. One now has a bat, where the fuck he got that I don't know. He's about to hit me, when someone grabs the bat. The bat is taken out of his hand and swung into the attacker's face. I see who saved me. "Jill," I smile. She smiles right back, "Watch out!" I duck and one of the men trip over me. Jill and I keep fighting them. They just kept getting back up, like they didn't get tired of getting the shit kicked out of them. They'd get some cheap shots, but nothing as bad and Jill and I would do to them. Jill had the bat too! There were two left, the others either ran off or laid unconscious on the ground. I took on one, while Jill got the other. I kicked him in the side of the knee, a very effective move because it pushed the kneecap to the side. Then kicked him in the balls, he was pretty much done at the point and ran off, throwing up as he did. I look over to Jill, who had the kid on the ground and broke the bat over his head.
Jill is such a fucking badass, I love her! I'd hate to get on her bad side! I run over to Claire, who's pants are now up, but she's in a fetal position crying. "Claire, are you okay," I ask, holding her in my arms. She just continues sobbing. "Come on," I pick her up, "Let's get you out of here." She covers her face, and we walk back to Dave and Piers, who are just sitting silently. "What happened," Piers asks. "We need to leave," I say. "Okay, can we get a ride," he asked. "Sure," I didn't care. I needed to take Claire home, make sure she was okay. I'd take her back to Jill's, she didn't need mom and dad right now. Knowing them, they'd make it worse. We get to my car and we drive back, Piers and Dave in the back with Claire. "Are you okay," Piers asks her. "I'm... I'm fine," she says in between breaths. He pulls her into a hug, he's still a little drunk and doesn't know what's going on really.
We arrive at the house, and Piers and Dave go to Piers' house. Claire, Jill and I head into her house. "Hi mom," Jill says, "Claire's sleeping over." "Okay," her mom says and we head upstairs. Claire takes a seat on Jill's bed, and covers her eyes. "What the hell happened back there," I ask her. "I... I was with Steve. He was friends with them... Then Steve must've left and I didn't notice. They were all high, I swear I wasn't! They tried to... Well, you saw, and... You saved me. Thanks Chris," she says. "I didn't do it alone," I look to Jill. "You too Jill," she says. I move next to her, she was my sister, I couldn't stand to see her like this. I pull her into my arms and just hold her for a minute. Jill joins the hug. "I won't let anything happen to you... Ever," I whisper into her ears. "Thanks Chris," she whispers back. That night, Claire stayed at Jill's. We shared a bed, I didn't want to leave her alone, and honestly I didn't think she would want to be alone.
Claire Redfield
We were back in school on Monday, and oh how I was going to fucking kill Steve. That little idiot who left me in the fucking park at night with a bunch of strangers, college strangers. Like, What the FUCK! Who does that? Especially to their girlfriend! I walk in, no one had heard from me all weekend, and no one knew about the events on Friday, except for maybe Steve. And there was the possibility he didn't even know. Sherry was the first of my friends to find me as I stormed through the halls. "Claire," she smiles happily, then she must've noticed how I was storming and not responding because she asked, "Are you okay?" No, I wasn't okay, I was out on a mission. "No! Where's Steve," I ask. "Um... Last I saw him, he was at his locker," she says. "Move," I say and storm past her. She doesn't follow. She knows me better than most, when I'm in a mood like this, you don't want to be around me. I saw him, his back facing me as he talked to his friend. Fucking asshole. I walked up behind him and tapped his shoulder. "Oh, hey Claire," he turns around. "Oh! Hey Claire? What the fuck happened on Friday!?" He raised an eyebrow, "Nothing. We smoked and I went home." He has no idea. "You went home... And I almost got raped," I say calmly. "What," he asks alarmed. "Yeah, by your fucking college friends," I yell. "That's not cool," he says. "Not cool? Not fucking cool? Is that all you're going to say?!" "Sorry," he asks. "Is that a fucking question?! What the fuck is your problem?!" "What," he asks, "I didn't do anything!" Holy shit, this guy's an asshole. "We're done," is all I say. I say it calm and collected. "Claire," he says. "Fuck you! I almost get fucking raped and you don't even give a shit," I yell. "But you didn't," he says. I flip him off as I walk away. I wasn't like Jill, I wouldn't attack him. If I need to, I could always call her to do it for me.
Sherry finds me again later in the day. "What was up this morning," she asks later in our conversation. "Nothing, don't worry about it... All you need to know is that I broke up with Steve," I told her. Lunch was the aggravating step of the day. Steve had the nerve to sit with my friends, I guess he always hooked onto a group because he had no actual friends. But I wasn't sitting with him. I didn't actually realize he was there until I came over to the table. I didn't say one word to anyone, but Sherry looked at me before I turned around and walked over to Dave's table. "Hey Claire! How you feelin'," he asked. "Fine," I smiled, "Mind if I sit with you?" "Sure, my friends are coming soon, but you're welcome to stay," he says. I did think it was strange he was sitting alone. My phone rang, that never happened while I was in school. Dave's phone rang too, this was weird. "It's Jill," he says. "Chris," I say answering the phone. "Claire, I can't pick you up," he says. "Okay, why? What's up," I ask. He sighs, "I have to take Piers to the hospital." "What happened," I ask concerned. "It's not him... It's his mom," he says. "Oh shit." "No," Dave says. "I'll call you later," Chris says and hangs up. Dave hangs up a few seconds after me. We look at each other and Dave looks worried. "This can't be good," I say.