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AN: Eeep. Sorry for the wait my friends. Anywhoo, without any further delay……Chapter 4!!
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One week later...
Claire gnawed away at her already stubby nails, silently willing the clock to go faster. Come on... Come on... But it didn't listen. Sighing, she picked up her green ink pen and began to doodle aimlessly on the edge of her math worksheet. Butterfly. Random Blob. Massie with horns, buckteeth, and a pitchfork. While Mr. Greene droned on and on about the difference between the Side-Angle-Side property and the Angle-Side-Angle property she zoned out, and her thoughts came upon the Winter Formal. Wasn't it on every girls' mind? Kristen had insisted that they go shopping together for dresses the previous weekend. She was never the shopping type. Nah, she'd choose comfy jeans, a hoodie, and Keds any day. But she bit back a smile when she thought about the gorgeous teal silk babydoll dress she had gotten from Nordstrom. It had been, in her opinion, way overpriced, but both Kristen and her mother had insisted that she buy it. Suddenly, she felt something light hit her foot and looked down to see a crumpled piece of lined paper. Craning her neck, she saw Kristen listening to the lecture intently, but smirking. Discreetly yawning, Claire bent down and unfolded the note in her lap.
God, this is boring. Anyway, thinking about the dance? Maybe you'll meet your Prince Charming )Claire giggled and hastily slapped her palm over her mouth before her teacher saw her. Quickly, she scribbled back,
Of course I am. But I'd never meet Prince Charming. It's not like I'm Cinderella or something.She crumpled the note, dropped it onto the floor, and kicked it softly so it would slide directly under Kristen's seat, two rows ahead. She watched as Kristen read the note, and suddenly, the bell rang, saving them from the monotony of her math teacher's lecture. Shoving her papers and binder into her Jansport bag, she ran up to her friend.
"What do you mean you're not like Cinderella?" Kristen whispered as they exited the room to go to lunch. "You're sweet, pretty, and probably will be the belle of the ball when you come wearing that hot dress we got last week."
Claire blushed slightly from the compliments, and quickly replied. "Yeah, well, when you come wearing that gorgeous as hell halter dress, Dempsey won't be able to keep his eyes off you," she smirked at Kristen's flushed cheeks, when an arm wrapped around both their waists.
"What about me?" Dempsey asked grinning, his dimples more visible than ever as each and every one of his straight, iPod-white teeth shone.
"Nothing," Kristen blurted quickly. Claire quirked an eyebrow while Dempsey looked confusedly at both their faces.
"Okey, dokey," he replied, shrugging, "Let's go to lunch."
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"Dude, are you sure about this?" Cam asked nervously; his mismatched eyes darting to the door every few seconds. He leaned against the wall, trying to look bored, but his endless tapping foot betrayed his apprehension. A muffled sound came from the closet. Josh and Cam watched as their friend slash leader emerged, a triumphant look on his face.
"I got it," he declared, slamming the fat binder onto the principal's wooden desk.
"Derek! Keep it down! The freaking principal could come back in!" Josh snapped, glancing at the closed door with a hint of worry in his warm, chocolate colored eyes.
Derek rolled his eyes and stroked his hand tantalizingly slow across the cover.
"You guys are such wusses. Now, do you want to see who your date is for the dance or not?"His two friends quickly shuffled over to the desk, eagerness visible on their faces. Derek quickly rustled through the pages, trying to find his own name, but coming up with Josh's instead.
"Massie?" Josh sounded horrified as he leaned over the papers to read them. "No freaking way. You have got to be kidding me! Is this a joke?"
Derek tried to hide the smirk that was crossing his face. Great. Finally someone else could deal with Massie and her pathetically bitchy ways. Before he could turn the page to find his own date, Cam snatched the binder out of his hands and rifled through the pages feverishly, his eyes traveling down the page to find his date. When he stopped, his smiled slightly.
"Kristen Gregory," he said finally. "She's the captain of the girls' soccer team, yeah? Sweet," a small smile worked its way across his face.
Derek yanked the binder away from Cam and began to flip through the pages again, his irritation rising.
Goslen, Grainsley, Gweneth, Hamilton, Harrington.He scanned the page. And there, in tiny letters, was the name of his date.
Claire Lyons.
Huh.
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Derek walked casually into his Biology classroom, unusually quiet, his eyes scoping the room for this Claire Lyons. He was sure she was in this class... even though he hadn't given her a second look from the first day of school. He smirked slightly as the brunette in front of him gasped and dropped her heavy pile of books onto the tile floor when she caught him 'looking at her'. Sidestepping her, he scanned the room, finally noticing a petite blonde girl sitting alone at a lab table by the fish tanks near the back of the room. Sliding over to her, he dropped his bag down in a satisfyingly loud way onto the empty seat beside her, waiting for a reaction. Gasp, squeal of delight, nervous spluttering, anything.
Instead, she glared at him and turned away with a soft huff. What? Shaking his head, causing his shaggy blonde hair to fall into his eyes, he took a seat beside her and shot her a winning smile. The one that made anything with two X chromosomes feel weak in the knees.
"Hey," he greeted in a deep, and what he thought to be a seductive voice. That should do it. Wait. Why wasn't she reacting? If anything, she inched her chair away from his and looked away resolutely. What the hell? "I'm Derek Harrington," he tried again, giving her a cocky half-smile that said, 'Yeah, I know you think I'm hot'.
"I know," she replied through gritted teeth, still not looking at him. Ignoring her tone, he smirked again. Of course she knew him. He was the hottest guy in school after all. "You're the self-centered asshole who's dating that total bitch, Massie Block," she added, an angry look on her face. Again, he chose to ignore the evident jab she implied when she called him a 'self centered asshole'. Probably playing hard to get. Not
what most girls did, but that's okay. Derek always liked a challenge. They'd fall for him one way or another.
This Claire girl was pretty hot. In a punk-ish style way. Her white blonde hair was clipped up in a messy bun, with her overly long side bangs hanging in her icy blue eyes. She was thin too, and was dressed casually in tight, distressed gray skinny jeans, a baby blue and gray striped racer back tank, and navy Converse. Different, but hot all the same. But she was a girl. And all girls, punk or not, fell for Derek Harrington sooner or later.
"You sound jealous," he whispered with his ever-present smirk, even though class hadn't started. She gave a disgusted scoff.
"Jealous? Yeah right. Why would I be jealous of a designer-obsessed ditz who doesn't have anything better to do than curl her eyelashes and torment people who don't worship her?"
Derek blinked. He knew he had seen this girl somewhere. She was the one Massie had tripped in the hallway before the assembly a week ago. Actually, she picked on her a lot.
"And you!" she continued, a fiery glare in her eyes as she swiveled in her chair to face him. "You are an egoistic loser who thinks he's all that just because you have girls falling all over you and are the captain of the soccer team. Well, here's a newsflash! You're not!"
Derek quickly grabbed her arm to stop her from talking. They were beginning to attract some strange looks from the people around them, and he did not want everyone to be gossiping about the girl who -gasp- dissed Derek Harrington.
"Let go of me!" she hissed, yanking her arm away, looking completely disgusted. He smirked again, thinking of a way to regain back some of his dignity.
"Oh," he said in an overly apologetic way. "Sorry. I guess my strength was a bit too much to handle. I usually try not to hurt girls."
"Male chauvinist pig," Derek heard her mumble under her breath as she turned to front of the classroom where the class had just begun. Derek didn't exactly know what that meant, but her tone and the word 'pig' in the phrase gave him the idea that it wasn't complimentary. But there was something that confused him far more than her weird insults. What was wrong with this girl? Who in their right mind would turn down Derek Harrington?
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