I called Steph to come pick us up, and like the idiot Davis is, he asked me whyIcouldn’t drive home. He genuinely didn’t notice the fact that I had crashed by car after almost hitting him.
Brain cells = zero.
She drives in silence, understanding that whatever happened out there is something between us, and no one else.
We’re about two minutes from the house when she clears her throat, “so…”
I look at her with narrowed eyes, “what did you do?”
She smiles sheepishly at me, “well when you called me I kind of,accidentally, woke the others up while I was panicking.”
Davis and I both groan, “someones going to kill me” he mutters.
Yeah, Lucas is. I can feel it in my bones.
He’s already waiting on the doorstep when we drive up, and the moment Davis steps out of the car, he gets a nice big punch to the face.
I gasp and turn towards my bloody-nosed friend, “Lucas what the fuck?” I yell, grabbing Davis’s face. He seems to be okay, you know… other than the possible broken nose.
“Don’t steal my girl again,” he orders. “Jackass.”
Mygirl.
Mygirl.
My girl.
He wraps his hands around my waist and spins me to face him, “god look at your nose. What happened out there?” The concern on his face makes my heart melt, but when I don’t answer he turns angry. “Davis I swear to god I’m going to kill you for putting her in danger like that!”
I grab his cheek, “I’m okay. I promise.”
He melts into my touch for a moment before grabbing my wrist, holding onto it while staring deep into my eyes, “why the hell would you leave without telling anyone? That was really fucking stupid, pretty girl.” I go to respond but before I have the chance to, Lucas notices the blood dripping down my knees, “I really am gonna kill him you know.”
“Can it wait until later? I’m tired” I laugh. Lucas places an arm across my shoulder and leads me back into the house. The rest of the crew are stress eating at the kitchen island, August obviously couldn’t sleep so he made breakfast for everyone “Your girl, huh?” I tease in a low whisper.
He rolls his eyes, “we both know you are. Now shut up and eat your food.”
I wave a finger in his face, smiling despite myself, “not quite yet St. James… not quite yet.”
* * *
I’m in my room doing homework when I hear snickers coming from the hallway. The house has been quiet all day, but in this place, peace only lasts for so long.
My door bursts open and a bluetooth speaker rolls in, playing theMission Impossibletheme song. I furrow my brows in confusion as Davis somersaults into my room, Blair following soon after.
The two of them dart around, pretending to be spies. They look like god damn idiots but hell do I love them. I can’t help but laugh when they go back to back, holding up finger guns and pretending to fight off whatever invisible enemy is attacking.
Without warning I get swept up, Davis holding my feet with the biggest grin on his face, Blair holding under my arms while he laughs maniacally.
“Put me down” I scream, trying to kick myself free.
Davis narrows his eyes at me, “we’re kidnapping you Clarity, just let it happen.”
I pause at the nickname, bouncing slightly with each step the guys take down the stairs, “what?”
Blair seems just as confused as I am because his laughing stops. When I crane my neck backwards to look at his face, his brows knit together. “Yeah, what she said.”
He shrugs casually with that goofy little smile on his face, “you know, like Claire-ity. You’re my clarity and your name is Claire… it just kinda makes sense.”
