“Great design is great complexity presented via simplicity.” - M. Cobanli
| c l a r a |
I wake up with my head on Layne’s chest and his arms encircling my waist. I chuckle and his eyes slowly open. They are bloodshot and his cheeks are bright red and tear stained. He smiles down at me and I get off of the mattress so he can get up.
He heads into my bathroom and I run to my closet. I take out a pair of blue skinny jeans, tan tank top, my check shirt and green-blue shoes. I put them on and apply my lip gloss. I make my bed and fix the blankets on the mattress.
Layne exits the bathroom and he looks a bit more human then before. I smile at him and he smiles back before heading into Haz’s room to get dressed. I go down the stairs and start cooking breakfast. Nick yells out ‘FOOD’ and everyone thunders down the stairs.
I plate up the sausages, pancakes, eggs, cooked tomatoes and bacon. They attack the food instantly and I chuckle, eating a small bit of bacon off my plate. Nick wanders over for more food and I hand him my still full plate. He thanks me and eats all of it.
The rest of the day passes in a blur and I am suddenly call Harriet, telling her that I’ll be home later than usual. She warns me to be careful, be home before ten and then hangs up. Typical Harriet stuff. I hear leaves crunch not long after and I look up to see Jeremy.
“Hey,” Jeremy greets, sitting next to me.
“Hey,” I reply.
He motions to my leg. “I’m sorry.”
“My father beat it into me.”
“That I am a monster. Ugly. That I can never be loved.”
I take one glove off. “This.”
“Six fingers. No big deal.”
I show him my other hand. “Twelve fingers.”
“You’re still human.”
I roll my eyes.
“I took my anger out on you for three years, and I’m sorry.”
“Do I even want to know why?”
“You need to.”
“When I was twelve I figured out I was bisexual. I told my parents, expecting them to be okay with it. My mother was, but my dad wasn’t. He beat me up for he first time that night, and I never forgave him. I ran away a month later and a family saved me. I’ve been with them ever since and they’ve accepted me.”
“Why me?” I ask.
“My friend told me you were a monster, and me being me, I believed him.”
“Who told your friend?”
“His friend’s girlfriend got told by Austin and she told my friend.”
“Austin is an asshole.”
“That he is.”
I sigh. “That’s not the only reason is it?”
“I also did it because I started to feel a connection towards you.”
“You could have just told me.”
“I know that now.”
“Do you still like me?”
“No. I’ve moved on.”
“I can tell that Nick likes you.”
“He told me when he thought I was asleep.”
“I kicked him out of my room.”
“You’re sharing a room?”
“Harriet and Layne have Harriet’s room, and Luce and Zeke have the rumpass room. Nowhere else to sleep.”
“I feel sorry for you.”
My phone vibrates and I check it.
From: Hari :P
Lis and Robin want u home.
To: Hari :P
I’ll get Jer to drop me off.
From: Hari :P
Jer? Jeremy Scott?!
To: Hari :P
Calm down. We r friends.
I lock and put my phone away.
“What’s up?” Jer asks.
“My sister wants me home,” I sigh.
“I understand that.”
“She thinks you’re too young to be out late.”
“Way too much.”
“Oh! Can you drive me home?”
“What are friends for?”