Class Clowns
Chapter 6: Seniors
Claire's POV
Friday rolled around faster than I would have liked but it's here, and I'm happier than ever. Tonight is the night of the pep-rally... My senior pep rally, also known as one of the best nights of the year.
"We're gonna get so trashed." Craig smirks across from me at the lunch table.
"Do you have the stuff?" Cassidy asks and I take another bite of my salad. I glance across the room to see Zayn who's on lunch duty, eyeing me up and down like he's a hunter and I'm the prey. It's kinda sleazy but I'm also turned on by it which is weird.
"Duh, I have two handles in the backseat of my car." Craig chuckles matter of factly.
"Yeah. Besides, we all know Claire can't buy anything cause Mr. Styles jacked her fake ID and won't give it back." Luke laughs, taking a bite of his sandwich.
When he says that, a fire lights underneath me. Ever since he 'caught' Zayn and I on Monday he has canceled every extra help meeting we were supposed to have together as well as all the math club meetings. Not only that but I'm pretty sure he hasn't made eye contact with me in class unless I stand in front of his face. I get that he thinks it's wrong and I understand it's wrong, but he's seriously over reacting.
"Math next, right Claire?" Craig nudges me and I stop stabbing my salad to nod.
"I'm gonna go early, I'll see you in class ok?" I smile, standing up and throwing out my lunch. I pick up my bag and head out of cafeteria doors and straight towards Mr. Styles' classroom. When I step inside, he's got his head down and he's grading the tests we took yesterday which I most likely miserably failed.
"Hi Mr. Styles." I say from the doorway. "Do you have a minute?" I ask, but he keeps his head down.
"What is it, Claire?" He asks, and I roll my eyes and close the door. The sound of the door closing makes his head pop up and when it does, I can't help but laugh. The idiot has black pen drawn in the corner of his eye.
"You've got a little..." I giggle, pointing towards my eye. His hands immediately start rubbing the spot and he nervously laughs which makes me feel better. Great way to break the ice.
"Thanks." He mumbles, rubbing hard until it's basically gone. I stride across the room slowly and take my seat in front of him, and we share a gaze.
"So I noticed you conveniently canceled every extra help this week, moved every math club meeting and refused to make eye contact with me during class... Care to comment on that?" I smirk, folding my arms over my chest.
"I've been busy." He bluntly states, and I roll my eyes at that bullshit answer.
"I know you don't like me very much but--"
"But what?" He asks, and my heart kinda drops. I expected him to tell me that wasn't true but instead he went along with it.
"But I would still like my ID back and I do need the extra help so I think we need to straighten our shit out." I insist, and he shakes his head at me. "I mean stuff." I add innocently.
"I don't know Claire... I guess I overreacted." He sighs, running a finger through his curly hair. "I don't agree with what you're doing with Zayn, but it's none of my business." He admits, and I feel a smile coming but I try to hide it the best I can.
"I appreciate that." I smile, and he finally puts down his pencil and looks at me directly in the eyes.
"I'm going to give you a friendly warning, ok?" He asks and I nod slowly, listening intently. "Zayn is... well he's an older guy. You know how older guys can get, and I just don't want to see someone like you get hurt." He whispers, and I nod. My phone is buzzing in my back pocket and I know it's Zayn texting me like he's been doing all week, but I ignore it.
"I don't think he would hurt me, but I really do appreciate your concern." I smile, and he chuckles with a nod.
"Then you don't know Zayn as well as you think you do, but you're welcome." He gives me a cheeky grin, and I ignore his nasty remark about Zayn. I'm starting to think that Zayn and I have a more than just hooking up type thing going on and I'm not going to let Mr. Styles' bad attitude ruin that for me.
"Maybe we should start extra help now?" He pulls me out of my thoughts and hands me my test back.
"Are you kidding me?" I gasp at the 45% written across the top. "That means I got more than half the test wrong!" I groan, sinking down into my chair. I really suck at math.
"Hey, you can do percents!" He smirks, and I roll my eyes as he starts writing on the board and teaching me about the substitution method. I pull out my notebook and take notes intently, but I seriously just don't get it.
"Like this?" I ask, showing him my homework. He takes my notebook and chuckles lightly.
"Not in the slightest." He laughs so hard while handing it back to me. I look at the board and then at my notebook and then back at the board.
"They don't look the same..." I murmur lightly and he laughs even louder.
"No shit." He winks, turning his head and writing on the board again. As a few students come back inside I remember something important.
"I want my ID back soon, you know." I remind him quietly, and he gives me a goofy grin.
"You're gonna work for it." He smirks, and welcomes the rest of the class into the room. "Oh and by the way Claire... I don't hate you." He smiles, and for some reason I get butterflies? What is going on with me? For once I actually think Mr. Styles and I are getting along...weird.
Finally when everyone starts piling in and Mr. Styles is checking the homework, I pull my phone out of my pocket.
Z: You going to pep rally tonight? The lads and I are all chaperoning.
Me: It's the senior year pep rally... Why wouldn't I go?
Z: Are you getting sassy with me, Ms. Saint John? I will have to punish you later.
Me: Ohhhh, I'm soooo scared!
I giggle to myself lightly as I slide my phone back into my pocket. No one has ever made me feel like this before... So scared and reassured at the same time. He really is making his best effort to get to know me outside of our steamy hook ups in the art room and that makes me smile. Besides, Craig never made me feel like he did, ever.
"Do I look ok?" I stand in my moms bedroom doorway as she sits in bed silently. She's been so quiet lately, a little too quiet.
"You look fine." She sighs, and I take another step inside her room.
"Mom, I know we haven't been so close lately but if you wanna talk--" She puts her hand up to protest.
"I could use some time alone, thanks." She states and I nod my head slowly. She is so different, it brings tears to my eyes.
"Well if you need anything you can always--"
"Didn't I just ask you to leave?" She barks, and I give her one last look before before storming out of the house.
Fucking whatever. I don't even care, I don't even care, I don't even care. That's what I have to tell myself the whole way to the school and when I get there, the times at home are completely forgotten. When I step out of my car, a giddy feeling takes over my body. Ever since freshman year I've wanted to be a senior at pep rally and now it's my time.
"Claire, over here!" Luke shouts across the parking lot. I hurry along to catch up with them and they already have the handles of vodka and chasers ready to go-- This is why I fucking love my friends.
"Ready?" I smile, and Cassidy gives me a quick side hug before picking up her shot glass. We're wearing matching outfits; Our red T-shirts that say seniors, our black spandex and black combat boots. Stupid, but cute.
"One, two, three!" Craig shouts and the entire table which consists of about seven of us all down the red solo cups filled halfway with vodka, and then quickly drink our chasers of gatorade. All of the girls at the table including Cassidy bounce up and down fanning themselves and Craig and I smirk at each other.
"Again?" He smiles and I nod, filling both of our cups and clinking them together, chugging and chasing together. The buzz is immediately relevant and I only drink a little more before I'm ready to go. Somehow within all the drinking, Craig's arm made it's way around my shoulder and I didn't tell him to take it off.
"Piggyback?" He slurs, and I roll my eyes at him before taking one last sip.
"What the hell, why not?" I laugh and he crouches down completely so I can sit on top of his shoulders rather than just a piggy back. I don't know how much of a good idea this is considering we're both wobbling back and forth but at this point I don't even care.
"Let's go seniors!" Luke shouts and the whole lot of us make our way into the school. As we walk in we pass Zayn, Mr. Styles and Mr. Horan all leaning against a wall. Zayn's face was beat red when he saw me and Mr. Styles was already shooting me his disaproving glare, meanwhile Mr. Horan was laughing like a blasted idiot.
"I love that Claire Saint John!" He chuckles, clutching his stomach. A twinge of guilt builds up in my stomach but it immediately fades when Craig starts dancing around and making me sing along with him.
Tonight isn't about the teachers, it's about the seniors and I'm looking to have a good fucking time.
Friday rolled around faster than I would have liked but it's here, and I'm happier than ever. Tonight is the night of the pep-rally... My senior pep rally, also known as one of the best nights of the year.
"We're gonna get so trashed." Craig smirks across from me at the lunch table.
"Do you have the stuff?" Cassidy asks and I take another bite of my salad. I glance across the room to see Zayn who's on lunch duty, eyeing me up and down like he's a hunter and I'm the prey. It's kinda sleazy but I'm also turned on by it which is weird.
"Duh, I have two handles in the backseat of my car." Craig chuckles matter of factly.
"Yeah. Besides, we all know Claire can't buy anything cause Mr. Styles jacked her fake ID and won't give it back." Luke laughs, taking a bite of his sandwich.
When he says that, a fire lights underneath me. Ever since he 'caught' Zayn and I on Monday he has canceled every extra help meeting we were supposed to have together as well as all the math club meetings. Not only that but I'm pretty sure he hasn't made eye contact with me in class unless I stand in front of his face. I get that he thinks it's wrong and I understand it's wrong, but he's seriously over reacting.
"Math next, right Claire?" Craig nudges me and I stop stabbing my salad to nod.
"I'm gonna go early, I'll see you in class ok?" I smile, standing up and throwing out my lunch. I pick up my bag and head out of cafeteria doors and straight towards Mr. Styles' classroom. When I step inside, he's got his head down and he's grading the tests we took yesterday which I most likely miserably failed.
"Hi Mr. Styles." I say from the doorway. "Do you have a minute?" I ask, but he keeps his head down.
"What is it, Claire?" He asks, and I roll my eyes and close the door. The sound of the door closing makes his head pop up and when it does, I can't help but laugh. The idiot has black pen drawn in the corner of his eye.
"You've got a little..." I giggle, pointing towards my eye. His hands immediately start rubbing the spot and he nervously laughs which makes me feel better. Great way to break the ice.
"Thanks." He mumbles, rubbing hard until it's basically gone. I stride across the room slowly and take my seat in front of him, and we share a gaze.
"So I noticed you conveniently canceled every extra help this week, moved every math club meeting and refused to make eye contact with me during class... Care to comment on that?" I smirk, folding my arms over my chest.
"I've been busy." He bluntly states, and I roll my eyes at that bullshit answer.
"I know you don't like me very much but--"
"But what?" He asks, and my heart kinda drops. I expected him to tell me that wasn't true but instead he went along with it.
"But I would still like my ID back and I do need the extra help so I think we need to straighten our shit out." I insist, and he shakes his head at me. "I mean stuff." I add innocently.
"I don't know Claire... I guess I overreacted." He sighs, running a finger through his curly hair. "I don't agree with what you're doing with Zayn, but it's none of my business." He admits, and I feel a smile coming but I try to hide it the best I can.
"I appreciate that." I smile, and he finally puts down his pencil and looks at me directly in the eyes.
"I'm going to give you a friendly warning, ok?" He asks and I nod slowly, listening intently. "Zayn is... well he's an older guy. You know how older guys can get, and I just don't want to see someone like you get hurt." He whispers, and I nod. My phone is buzzing in my back pocket and I know it's Zayn texting me like he's been doing all week, but I ignore it.
"I don't think he would hurt me, but I really do appreciate your concern." I smile, and he chuckles with a nod.
"Then you don't know Zayn as well as you think you do, but you're welcome." He gives me a cheeky grin, and I ignore his nasty remark about Zayn. I'm starting to think that Zayn and I have a more than just hooking up type thing going on and I'm not going to let Mr. Styles' bad attitude ruin that for me.
"Maybe we should start extra help now?" He pulls me out of my thoughts and hands me my test back.
"Are you kidding me?" I gasp at the 45% written across the top. "That means I got more than half the test wrong!" I groan, sinking down into my chair. I really suck at math.
"Hey, you can do percents!" He smirks, and I roll my eyes as he starts writing on the board and teaching me about the substitution method. I pull out my notebook and take notes intently, but I seriously just don't get it.
"Like this?" I ask, showing him my homework. He takes my notebook and chuckles lightly.
"Not in the slightest." He laughs so hard while handing it back to me. I look at the board and then at my notebook and then back at the board.
"They don't look the same..." I murmur lightly and he laughs even louder.
"No shit." He winks, turning his head and writing on the board again. As a few students come back inside I remember something important.
"I want my ID back soon, you know." I remind him quietly, and he gives me a goofy grin.
"You're gonna work for it." He smirks, and welcomes the rest of the class into the room. "Oh and by the way Claire... I don't hate you." He smiles, and for some reason I get butterflies? What is going on with me? For once I actually think Mr. Styles and I are getting along...weird.
Finally when everyone starts piling in and Mr. Styles is checking the homework, I pull my phone out of my pocket.
Z: You going to pep rally tonight? The lads and I are all chaperoning.
Me: It's the senior year pep rally... Why wouldn't I go?
Z: Are you getting sassy with me, Ms. Saint John? I will have to punish you later.
Me: Ohhhh, I'm soooo scared!
I giggle to myself lightly as I slide my phone back into my pocket. No one has ever made me feel like this before... So scared and reassured at the same time. He really is making his best effort to get to know me outside of our steamy hook ups in the art room and that makes me smile. Besides, Craig never made me feel like he did, ever.
"Do I look ok?" I stand in my moms bedroom doorway as she sits in bed silently. She's been so quiet lately, a little too quiet.
"You look fine." She sighs, and I take another step inside her room.
"Mom, I know we haven't been so close lately but if you wanna talk--" She puts her hand up to protest.
"I could use some time alone, thanks." She states and I nod my head slowly. She is so different, it brings tears to my eyes.
"Well if you need anything you can always--"
"Didn't I just ask you to leave?" She barks, and I give her one last look before before storming out of the house.
Fucking whatever. I don't even care, I don't even care, I don't even care. That's what I have to tell myself the whole way to the school and when I get there, the times at home are completely forgotten. When I step out of my car, a giddy feeling takes over my body. Ever since freshman year I've wanted to be a senior at pep rally and now it's my time.
"Claire, over here!" Luke shouts across the parking lot. I hurry along to catch up with them and they already have the handles of vodka and chasers ready to go-- This is why I fucking love my friends.
"Ready?" I smile, and Cassidy gives me a quick side hug before picking up her shot glass. We're wearing matching outfits; Our red T-shirts that say seniors, our black spandex and black combat boots. Stupid, but cute.
"One, two, three!" Craig shouts and the entire table which consists of about seven of us all down the red solo cups filled halfway with vodka, and then quickly drink our chasers of gatorade. All of the girls at the table including Cassidy bounce up and down fanning themselves and Craig and I smirk at each other.
"Again?" He smiles and I nod, filling both of our cups and clinking them together, chugging and chasing together. The buzz is immediately relevant and I only drink a little more before I'm ready to go. Somehow within all the drinking, Craig's arm made it's way around my shoulder and I didn't tell him to take it off.
"Piggyback?" He slurs, and I roll my eyes at him before taking one last sip.
"What the hell, why not?" I laugh and he crouches down completely so I can sit on top of his shoulders rather than just a piggy back. I don't know how much of a good idea this is considering we're both wobbling back and forth but at this point I don't even care.
"Let's go seniors!" Luke shouts and the whole lot of us make our way into the school. As we walk in we pass Zayn, Mr. Styles and Mr. Horan all leaning against a wall. Zayn's face was beat red when he saw me and Mr. Styles was already shooting me his disaproving glare, meanwhile Mr. Horan was laughing like a blasted idiot.
"I love that Claire Saint John!" He chuckles, clutching his stomach. A twinge of guilt builds up in my stomach but it immediately fades when Craig starts dancing around and making me sing along with him.
Tonight isn't about the teachers, it's about the seniors and I'm looking to have a good fucking time.
Notes
sooo what do you all think is going to happen at the pep rally? :)Please comment & vote for more! I've been updating this story instead of my others because you guys give me such great feedback so keep it up! x
I had pep rally today so it kinda inspired me lol
love it
1/25/15