CLARE'S P.O.V.
I stepped in to school, Eli on my side, five minutes late. Eli made up some false excuse about the car breaking down, and we got an excused tardy. Thankfully, my parents wouldn't be imformed. I sat down in my Media-Presentations class next to Alli, ready to get to work on our final project. Alli filled me on about all the gory details of her date with Drew, while I was pressing to tell her about my encouter with KC via chat last night, when somebody walked in to the classroom.
KC.
"Mr. Gunthrie, I'm assuming you have a pass, since you're," Ms. Parker, the long-term sub for our Media-Presentations class, said- looking at her watch, "15 minutes late."
KC sunk his hand in to his baggy jeans pocket, and took out a crumpled piece of paper, shoving it in to her hand.
"My mom overslept. She's my ride to school." He said, obviously pleased with himself, and placed himself down in the chair two seats away from mine.
"Alli-" I interrupted her with her long, detailed story about how Drew took her to a river for a picnic, "Alli- I have something big to tell you."
"Bigger then my night with Drew? Spill." She said, obviously distracted by her own story and uninterested in mine.
"Alli- KC wants me back."
Alli's head shot up like a rocket, and I feared she was going to get whiplash.
"WHAT?" She screamed-whispered, and I retold the story of our chat-conversation.
"He's crazy, Clare! He'll like... kill Eli or something!"
"I highly doubt he'll kill him..." I said, although the thought had crossed my mind. Ever since Jenna and him broke up, KC had sort of... well- fallen over the edge. He was still the football and basketball star, still bragged about hooking up with girls from the power squad (although it was all talk) and acted like a normal guy. But in his private life, I heard from Alli who heard from Jenna who knew because he told her pre-breakup, he was beginning to hang out with some of the guys from his group-home again, and guys from his neighbor. It was rumored that KC and his band of 'friends' had gotten arrested for battery-and-assult to two teenagers walking home.
"Mh... I wouldn't doubt it. You know about those teenagers-"
"Eli can handle himself." I said, cutting her off, not wanting to think about it. "Besides, if he starts anything, we can just... tell Mr. Simpson." I said, and we left it that, as we began working on our presentation.
Because sometimes, that's all you can really do.
Hey guys, thanks for hanging in there! This is where the waiting begins, but as it's still summer, and I don't have a job, NOR a social life- it shouldn't be long. Probably about… until this evening. Hahah (: Much love for you, and reviews!