Week Two: Monday - narrative
When Clove was finished with his classes, he walked in his room and slammed the door. Thankfully, his phantom roommate wasn't there to witness his frustration. Was that what is was? Well, he wasn't angry, maybe a little frustrated, and he was certainly feeling stupid.
His books were discarded on the floor and kicked out of the way along with his shoes. Soon enough he was lying on his bed facing the ceiling, "Fuck" he said under his breath. His day had certainly been interesting, and it just sucked more because he was sure it was probably his fault. Another sigh, and with his brows furrowed he recollected what had happened this morning.
It was nothing major, it's not like someone had died, it was just...stupid, that's the only word Clove could think of. Like usual, he had woke up late and was in a panic to get to his creative writing class. Running out the door he made a pit stop at the cafeteria. Unfortunately, he didn't see anything that was worth grabbing so instead he filled up an empty water bottle with apple juice and made his way to class. One good thing was that the door to the classroom was locked when he got there, so the entire class was waiting in the hall. He did a quick scan for Frankie, but didn't notice her. A twinge of guilt had reverberated up his back, he hadn't really talked to her as much as he should have last week. That being said, where would Clove be without a good excuse? Last week had seen him reading books and playing with illusions. All for Frankie. He really did like the girl, and had made some pretty out-there plans for her on the weekend, it just involved some work on his part, and for the cute little sprite- he didn't mind in the least.
Coming out of his thoughts, he caught a girl staring at the contents of his water bottle container with a disgusted look on her face. He smiled sweetly, "I didn't want to go find the washroom and risk missing a second of class" he said before taking a long swig of the apple juice. The girl's mouth dropped and she went to join her friends, who soon all sported the same distorted face. He shook his head, Clove 1, Teenyboppers 0.
In another quick scan of the hall, he still couldn't find Frankie.
Normally he wouldn't be bothered, but they all had that I'm-going-to-ravage-some-guy-in-the-good-way look in their eyes. As much as Clove prided himself as being a flirt, but not a man-whore, that was one look he could simply not ignore. For awhile, he leaned against a wall and watched them with a mixture of bewildered amusement on his face. Girls were so weird. However, his face quickly dropped when he heard, from some voice he couldn't put a face to, "and I totally saw Frankie hardcore making out with him!"
What?
He bit his bottom lip as the door was unlocked and everyone filed in the classroom. What the hell did that mean? Clove couldn't really think about it right then, he had a paper due soon and needed to figure out what he was going to write on- confusion, revenge, anger, how being emo is not productive. For all he knew, it was just gossip, but then again, judging by the amount of squeals he had heard, it sounded like more. He chose to sit on the opposite end of the room than he usually did, and saw Frankie come in and not see him. It was just as well, because if he was forced to talk to her at that moment, he wouldn't have come off very nicely.
Soon enough, his classes were over - allowing him plenty of time to stew - and there he was, staring at the ceiling in his room.
He let out another sigh. He knew he had to think about this, but at the same time, he really didn't want to. What did he know? He knew Ms. Frankie never been kissed, had made out with some new kid by the name of Grey?...Mr. Back the fuck off. The situation that seemed most plausible to Clove was that he had somehow went back to high school were everyone just kind of made out with everyone else and it took an hour at most for mono to spread across the entire school. Or that Frankie wasn't really as innocent as she seemed. Or that she was, and liked him, but he was being stupid and didn't move fast enough.
The latter was probably right. Clove just wanted things to be special for her. He had heard one too many times about how a girl's first kiss was sloppy and completely unromantic. Clove didn't have this obsession with 'firsts', if his first kiss hadn't been everything he'd ever dreamed of, he knew there'd be more time. He knew the fairer sex had that preoccupation though, so he spent the entirety of last week making hardcore romantic plans that sometimes even made him cringe. But what now? She had gone and did whatever she did with the random. It might be his fault...he should have moved sooner. No, no, no he shouldn't have. He didn't want to rush her, even though she seemed one step up from eager, he didn't want her kissing him just to be kissing him. That plan kinda backfired though.
Sitting up on his bead, he made a decision. Clove certainly wasn't afraid of competition, so he'd step up his game. As charming as Clove was, he sometimes lacked in the timing department, but this was just the kick in the gnads he needed. Putting his shoes back on, he grabbed his coat and headed down to the city. After all, if he was going to go all out with this, he needed supplies.