Chapter NINE

The suspension was over. It finally ended, with Claire being grounded for a little bit more, which obviously didn't apply on her. She still snuck out, even though she had to take the back door or the front door even.

It was Monday morning and Claire woke up early for some odd reason and decided not to waste a whole amount of time.

She just stayed in her room, huffing everytime she went down on her hands, stressed her muscles and came back up.

She continued doing pushups, eyes focused and sharply looking at the wooden floor until her phone went off on the bed. She tilted her head, not stopping what she was doing, and just breathed harder while staring at the phone. Did she care about whoever was calling? Absolutely not.

Her phone went off multiple times before she rolled her eyes and got up mid-pushup, pushing her self from the ground and walking towards the phone.

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Claire sighed, answering.

For a moment, they both waited for each other to speak up, silence settling down. But not for long.

"Adam." Claire greeted.

"Claire." He said with the same tone in his voice.

"Good?"

"Good. Uh?"

"Hm." Which meant that she was good too.

"School t'day." He mumbled and Claire was about to nod to herself.

"After week of suspension."

"Get it straight. The day to finally beat some ass."

"Not today." And Adam could actually hear the smirk through the phone.

"What do y'Mean?"

Adam and Claire, when they spoke to each other, especially through the phone, they never really cared about the sentences. They just stuck to using short and small lines as much as possible.

When Hailey was around, it always made her confused and she would ask them again. So instead of repeating to the girl, they started talking in big sentences around her.

"Pretty boy. Gotta know his name. Gotta make him mine."

"Whoa, calm the fuxk. He's not the popular guy out there but he is surely one of the richest. As Hail said."

"Do I sound like I give a fuxk? I want to know him. And I wanna have him to myself. Not that bad plan." Claire told him.

"Okay then. Ditching the first class?"

"Probably. Didn't buy art supplies. Gonna ditch."

"Cool."

"Did... Did your dad take it alright?" Claire hesitated because she knew he wasn't that comfortable talking about his dad.

"He-uh- he didn't take it well. I-I won't be staying here for a week."

"Where then?"

"Mom's place. Also her birthday."

"Wish her mine."

"Got you."

"School?"

"School." Claire ended the call and looked at the time. She had half an hour more.She decided to turn the tables and reach school early today. Maybe. Maybe not.

Maybe for a reason. Or not.

She groaned, walking into the bathroom to take a quick shower. In fifteen minutes, she was out and ready to go.

X-x-X

Lucas sighed and picked up the book that just fell off from his locker the moment he opened it. The problem was that, it was overloaded. Full of... Poop. It didn't make it better that Conor wasn't in school today.

He called in sick. Not like it was his job to come to school anyway.

But they would have a really bad progress in their study and attendance if they kept taking leave. And Lucas knew that he and Conor couldn't afford that.

But when Lucas came up, and pushed the book back into the locker before closing it, he noticed something strange.

There were still five minutes for Bell. And people were already going to classes? Since when did this happen?

Or... Was there a fire drill? Should he be running? What if he gets stuck? In this hallway? And no one comes to rescue? And what if he died?

Lucas was so caught up in panicking that he never noticed that everyone were already disappeared from the hall, him alone standing there, contemplating his life decisions.

Suddenly, someone opened the door to the hallway and walked in, making him shoot his gaze up at the person. His eyes widened.

He was looking directly at the person who he didn't see from like... The day they met. He got to know that she was suspended for almost over a week.

He was relieved for once in life.Before he met her again now.

Claire. Claire Cooper.

The name, just made him gulp in fright. How was he going to face her when he trips over nothing but air? Lucas furrowed his eyebrows and turned to face his locker.

She wasn't staring at him... Was she?

No no no. She wasn't.

As she took a few steps towards Lucas, a chill ran down his spine.

He didn't want any encounter with the bad girl of the school. Not the girl who wears leather jackets, Beats up people mercilessly and the one who was currently the talk of the school.

He was sure she didn't know that. Her beating up a fairly buff and tough guy was streaming throughout the school.

There was not a time when people didn't talk about it in their classes. The way they described her in person only made him shiver.

She was all too dangerous to be with. No one dared to even look at her. Except for those people who hadn't experienced what receiving shit from Claire Cooper was. And no doubt that Lucas was one of them.

He was the one who talked to her in the first place.

Suddenly, the air in the hallway was suffocating Lucas in a swift move, she was right behind him.

He didn't wanna turn around. That would mean, Cooper was staring at him. Was looking at him. And was expecting to be talked to.

Lucas felt like he was shot in the chest when he was turned around and slammed against the lockers. He gasped, a manly one he claimed.

She had a smirk on those pink lips of hers.

Lucas' eyes widened as big as saucers and he was trying to swallow something down his throat when Claire placed her hand on the locker, blocking him from moving in that direction.

However, the doors weren't open so...

Claire stared at him longer than she should according to Lucas, as if her hazel chestnut brown eyes were trying to mesmerise every part of his face.

She wore those ripped jeans like always, her leather jacket and a grey shirt.

One thing that he noticed was, like any other bad girl he read in books and watched in movies, she never got any of her body part pierced.

She was so dangerously close to him, leaning further. As she did so, Lucas lost his breath, and he was sure he was gonna die right there from the amount of scaryness in her eyes.her eyes were dark.

He didn't know what that meant.

Did he do something stupid? If he did, he was gonna get killed today then.

But why did he have to try and mess with her?! All he wanted was to dig a hole and bury himself alive.

"W-ha..." He gulped.

No, he didn't wanna get bullied. He wished that someone would walk right in and save him from getting hit. He didn't want that.

Instead, she just leaned down, too close to be called out of personal space.

He made no move but stared at her whole her smirk widened before it turned into one of those lopsided smiles she gave him when he first met her.

"Hi." She whispered.

And he swore he wanted to rip his head off of himself.

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