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I opened it and she scanned our faces. She was aware something was happening. She was probably eavesdropping.
“Bradley’s dad texted him. Someone called the station and complained about the music. An officer is coming. Everyone’s leaving,” Amy paused and looked me in the eye. “I could stay,” she licked her lips and swallowed. “Help you clean up”.
“No, thank you. I’m good.”
An hour later, I was enjoying the silence and looked for empty bottles or other garbage, tossed in my front lawn. I didn’t want a used condom to stick to my mother’s fancy shoes. It would make me look bad and cut my credibility in half for other future parties.
I heard a noise coming from Clementine’s front lawn, and I turned my head in that direction. Sylvia was dragging a box. I looked at my phone. It was almost two in the morning. What the hell were those two witches doing in the middle of the night?
Sylvia fell down on her ass, and the knight in shining armor in me almost jumped out of my body to go help her. I had to stuff him back in. I wasn’t helping them. Not with their trash, not with their heavy boxes.
My mother would be disappointed in me, but I left Sylvia Hartley sitting on the grass next to her box and went back inside. I got upstairs to my room and flipped the switch. My gaze fell on Clementine’s window. Her curtains were closed as always. I knew she must have heard some of the noises we were making tonight. At least the music. I wondered what she thought about the fact she was the only person who wasn’t welcome. Well, her and her new BFF.
I turned the lights off again and approached the window.
Why was she trying to make herself invisible? It made no sense. And yet she rarely made any sense. That was part of her charm.
???
Days rolled as any other year. A whole month had passed since the beginning of the season and we were killing it so far. Coach Howard looked so pleased with our performance, he could piss in his pants like a dog, but he kept pushing us. Me in particular. It wasn’t so bad, because it was a distraction from the two lovebirds everyone in school talked about.
Girls were wondering if Dylan and Clementine were together. I tried not to ask myself the same question every five minutes like a normal, sane person wouldn’t. I mostly failed. I observed the situation closely.
Was he coming to visit her at home? He wasn’t.
Were they going out on dates? They weren’t.
I checked. Multiple sources.
Not that the lack of official dates meant anything, I knew that better than anyone, but the fact no one ever saw them making out was a good sign.
A good sign? You hate her, remember? The only sign you should be thinking about when it comes to her is the middle finger.
“What the hell is he seeing in her? It’s just not right,” Chase’s girl for the day supplied, her shoulder on my locker.
“Oh, yeah? How so?” I asked her, itching to pick up a fight with someone. I was feeling restless, and, every time Clementine passed me by with Dylan walking next to her, I wanted to grab him by the fucking neck. Not that I was jealous or anything. They just didn’t deserve to be together, to be happy. And it pissed me off they might eventually be.
In order to prevent a very public strangulation from happening, I needed to take my fury out on someone else.
“She only hangs out with Hannah,” the girl started counting on her fingers. “She doesn’t really like people. And can you imagine how many hours she puts in in order to make those jewelries. How sad is her life exactly?” she chuckled. “And he’s hot. Like a Hemsworth brother hot. It’s weird he’s into her.”
“Don’t you think it’s weird you sucked every dick on the football team and now you have to start from the beginning?” I asked, and her face went blank for a second, then her gaze fell on my crotch.
“If I’m starting from the beginning…,” she made a show of licking her lips.
“No,” I roared. “Also get the fuck off my locker.”
She moved without saying a word and dragged Chase to class. I had English lit with Clementine. For the past four years I never had a problem having classes with her. I pretended she was air.
Now it was a completely different story. I felt her presence in the room with every fucking cell of my body.
I stepped into the classroom ten minutes late. Clementine was standing in front of everybody. She looked my way only for a moment. Her whole face reddened.
She is still uncomfortable around me.
A satisfaction coursed through me. I loved moments like this one. I had a reason to look right at her. She was standing in front of the whole class.
“Sorry I’m late, Miss Brown. Coach How…”
