Class Clowns

Claire's POV:

"Claire! Oh my god Claire!" I hear a horrified scream from a short distance, but my body is frozen on the hood of the car. I know that if I move, it could be very dangerous if I have internal injuries. I know that if I breathe, I could hurt something worse than I might have already. If I fall asleep, I could die. I can feel shards of glass on my face, in my skull and the palms of my hands. There's a slow drip of red sliding off the side of the car, probably my blood.

I'm alive.

"Craig." I choke, squint my eyes and I see him sprint to my side, pure panic and fear written all over his cut up face. I try to study his body for injuries, however all I see is him clutching his shoulder, maybe a dislocation?

"I'm sorry, oh my god... I'm such a fucking fuck up! I should be dead! And look at you!" He screams, and continues to cry. I can feel myself getting tired, and instead of concern for myself I can only worry about him. It's instinct.

"Craig... We need help." I whisper, attempting to lift myself off of where I lay, but the pain is excruciating. Craig looks to me, and paces back and forth, mumbling to himself. I notice it's starting to snow, so now I don't even know if I'm just cold or if my body is numb.

"This was never supposed to happen... I'm so sorry Claire." He whispers coming beside me and taking my hand. "You know how I feel about you..." He continues staring at me, perhaps my injuries, but does nothing to help.

"Craig... Damn it Craig, call me an ambulance!" I cough, my eyelids growing heavier with each second. Considering the fact that I got hardly any sleep last night, I don't know whats happening. I've seen movies like these a billion times, even an episode of Grey's Anatomy or two. The girl, myself, usually dies. Either that or she gets her own wicked musical number and an out of body experience, but that is not the case. (A/N if you watch Greys you know what I'm talking about!!!!)

Craig stumbles back to the car, and I swallow the lump in my throat but cough, and when I do it's pure blood. I can't lay like this anymore, I can't lay on top of his car and wait for him to decide to get me help, if I'm going to make it I need to do this myself.

My arms make their way towards the sides of the car and I push off, lifting myself up and slowly slide off of the car and onto the my feet. I wobble at first, but try my best to stay standing. When I look around us, I notice we slid off of the side of the highway and down into a ditch in the woods. Snowflakes fall around me as I hear Craig in the car, hopefully searching for his phone.



"Craig... Are you ok?" I ask weakly, and start to feel the effects of my injuries, whatever they may be. My eyes are watering, and my stomach is burning like fire but I find the strength to walk to the the passenger side of the car. Craig is there searching franticly, and at the exact same moment, we both lay eyes on my cell phone on the floor of the drivers side. It's making noises, and when I hear whose voices they are I dive for the phone, but it's too late.

"Hello?" Craig mumbles into the phone, and I collapse into the passenger side of the seat, wanting to scream from not only the pain that I'm starting to feel, but from what's about to happen next. When I hear the panic on the other end of the phone, asking if we're okay, I know Craig knows who it is.

"How did you get this number, Zayn?" Craig shrieks, and points at me. "You're a fucking liar!" He screams at me, and I shake my head in pain.

"Craig... Please." I sniffle, closing my eyes tightly. "Tell him where we are... Tell him we're hurt." I beg, and he rolls his eyes.

"So what, you've been fucking Claire all these months? Is that what this is? Oh hear, let me put it on speaker so Claire can participate in this confrontation!" He laughs a cynical laugh, and I start crying uncontrollably.

"Please Craig, please stop! I'm bleeding, you hurt your shoulder... oh my god, please stop and get us help! You're being crazy!" I scream, and he presses the speaker phone button on my cellphone.

"Claire? Are you alright?" I hear Zayn's voice on the other end of the phone, and Craig bangs his head against the steering wheel in fury.

"Go ahead, talk to your fuckboy!" He shakes my shoulder, and I look down at my hands that are battered and full of glass.

"Zayn... we were in an accident, we need help. We were on the highway not too far from the school, and we just swerved off into a ditch..." I choke out in a rushed manner, and I hear a commotion in the background, hopefully somebody calling 911.

"Harry, they've gotta be down there. No not there, there, by the gap in the road!" I hear Zayn direct Harry, and confusion takes over me.

"You're going to jail, buddy! You're a rapist... You're a, you're a pedophile! You're a freak show, ha, I was right! I knew you wanted to be with Claire! I'm not crazy!" Craig screams, and I see headlights in the distance. "I can't get anything I want, whether it's college, the girl... You know what, fuck all of you!" He screams, and hangs up the phone just as the headlights get closer. Craig jumps out of the car, ripping at his short hair and is looking around the ground.

"Craig... I'm sorry." I sniffle, coming towards him but he just shakes his head. He looks at my phone in his hand still, scrolling through messages.

"So you've been with this... this teacher? This piece of trash, sleazy, douchebag teacher instead of me?" He chokes in disbelief. "I was there for you when your mom committed suicide! I'm the one who loves you, and you don't see that. You decide to fuck a teacher instead!" He laughs in a tone that is hard to distinguish.


"Please..." I beg but before I can respond, headlights flicker in front of us and I see Zayn and Harry jump out of the car and rush towards us.

"Claire, oh my god! How are you even standing up right now?" Zayn gasps, running towards me and gently holding me bridal style so my arms are wrapped around his neck and my legs are in his arms. I cry into his shoulder, mostly because of pain but also because I'm scared.

"It's going to be okay, love. We're here." Harry whispers in the background, and I look up graciously.

"Let's go Craig, you need to go to the hospital too." Zayn growls, marching towards his car with me wrapped tightly in his arms. Craig laughs at him, as if there was no way he would ever get in the car with Zayn, let alone me ever again.

"Please Craig..."

"Don't say my fucking name, you slut!" He barks, using all of his might. I shudder at his words, but I understand why he feels that way.

"Craig... You need to see a doctor, and if you want any chance of getting out of any legal troubles then you better come now." I can hear Harry plead in the distance, and continue to battle back and forth with Craig while Zayn runs me to the car.

"I'm not gonna lose you, Claire." Zayn whispers in my hair, putting me in the passenger seat of his car and strapping me in the seat. I try to sit up straight, but everything is too painful now. My eyes drift in and out, and I'm finally feeling sleepy.

"I'm sorry." I whisper with a sniffle to Zayn, and he panics beside me.

"Stay awake, Claire! You have to stay awake! And no apologies! Talk to me, talk to me about anything!" He shouts, grabbing my face gently and begging me, his gorgeous brown eyes filled with fear and worry.

"You're going to lose your job because of me... and you could go to jail. This was never supposed to happen." I cry, looking away and out the window at Harry trying to persuade Craig to come with us.

"When one door closes, another one opens... If I have to lose my job to be with you, then I'll lose my job." He gives me a weak but reassuring smile, and I squint in pain.

"What about jail?" I inquire, and he shakes his head.

"Don't worry about that... Just know that I love you, okay? It's going to be alright." He mumbles against my lips, before brushing his against mine softly and leaving me a sweet kiss.

"Zayn..." I smile, and look out the window. Harry and Craig are coming towards us now, and I'm so thankful that Harry convinced him to come with us. I could never forgive myself if something happened to Craig while he was out here alone.

"You're going to jail for a long time, buddy." Craig pats Zayn on the back as he slides into the car with his still cynical smile, and I look at Harry who has his worried look on his face.

"Claire, everything's going to be okay." Harry states matter of factly, leaning forward just so I can hear, but as he says it and Zayn flies down the highway to the hospital, I slip in and out of consciousness, and finally when we arrive at the hospital, I'm completely out.

Only time will tell what happens now.

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