raise your glass for me

“It’s their problem, not mine.”

“I’d have to say if you thought that out and did it on purpose? You’d be pretty cool.”

“I won’t.” He mumbles awkwardly, looking down at the brunette with a sympathetic smile on his face, and he considered his options for a moment; he could either make this the least awkward as possible and leave, or he could stay and make sure she’s totally fine by the time he leaves. – He chose the latter. Sitting down next to her, he ran a hand through his hair as he looked over at her. “—– You wanna talk about it?”

She scoffed a little, as if unable to believe his words. Clara was about to snap at him to make a decision whether he was coming or going when he’d sat down. Part of her wanted to tell him to leave her alone. The part that didn’t was the one that won the internal fight. She shook her head and scoffed yet again. “Talk about what? How my entire family is gone? I mean, I couldn’t give a shit about my parents but... The one’s I cared about? They’re gone. I’m... I’m alone. Normally, I’d love that. But it just hits you, you know? And it’s...” Her voice cracks a little as she tries to hold in her sobs.

“Uh yeah - yeah, UCLA sounds cool and shit. Y’know, summer all year round.”

Do tell me why I should give a rat’s ass?

Did you know that NYU has a really good criminal law program, and they offer scholarships to anyone who gets over 95% on the entrance exam?

Your point is?

“–Bitch better have my money! Pay me what you owe me!”

“Shut up.”

“—– – Huh? No, I — — M’kinda busy, can you wait for, uh —- a li’l bit?”

“Nope. I need the space.”

“Woah, woah, woah. Where the hell is my bike? I left it right there. Who the hell touch my bike… You’ve ‘gotta be kiddin’ me.” 

“You mean this thing?”

“I mean, what the hell does he expect out of me? I’ve never gotten an A on an essay in his damn class. My gradebook is giant column of B+’s. I don’t think he even grades them, he just thinks, ‘oh, I bet this is good but he probably has some grammar errors’ but let me tell you, I spell check my papers three times and I swear to God—-”

“Sorry, I kinda ignored whatever you just said because I was too preoccupied by your noggin getting stuck. It probably wasn’t interesting to me anyway, so don’t bother repeating it.”

“You’re going to be so big when you’re grown up, James– in the cool Iron Man way, not the fat way.”

“You are aware that stealing a baby is illegal, right?”

“—Some old lady asked for my phone number earlier. She seemed sweet so I gave her the wrong number. Now I feel bad for the guy or girl who’s going to get a lot of phone calls and text messages.”

“Dear god, what if she sends them nudes? Here, enjoy old lady junk.”

Elijah furrowed his eyebrows, shaking his head. “Clara, you’re not fine and I’m pretty sure that we both know that. So tell me what’s going on, yeah?” The boy spoke, running his hands through his hair as he looked at the girl.

Clara shook her head repeatedly. “N-No... I can’t... I can’t stop. I need to punish them. For what they did. For what they do... They-They need to...” She stopped and looked at him, head cocked to the side. “Are... Are you hiding them?”

Go for it, strip me. You really think no one at this school hasn’t seen me naked? Pretty sure I’ve already sent nudes to half the school either one purpose of accident. That whole naked photo shit was so two years ago, so please – try and think of something more creative. Besides, I have a fuckin’ rocking bod, so try and embarrass me there. Not into guys, but thanks for the attempt of hookin’ me up, hun. Oh wow! You have friends? Thought you’d hate everyone with your horrific attitude.

Nice. The old school whore is it? I’m sure they would enjoy seeing you like that again. Oh, no, that whole naked photo shit wouldn’t be where I stopped. It’s just a pit stop along the way, baby. I’m certain you do, and I’m even more certain that all the horny old men online would love it. Why would I want to hook you up? I’m well aware you’re a lesbian, my sweet. I do have friends. Wait, you called them my minions didn’t you? Sorry. I can see they didn’t chain you up as tight as I had asked but nonetheless, they did it anyway. Why are you still here anyway? I mean, hanging around. Oh! I made a pun. Sorry, I mean... When you aren’t tied up, why stay around here? Looking to gain your title back as the slut or something?

Oh good, I’m so glad that I could make your day so much more enjoyable by allowing you to know that you’re a cunt and a bitch. Go for it, stick a fuckin’ note to my head and take pictures, but where the fuck is that going to get you?I’m fully clothed, no one is going to buy a photo of some random redhead tied up with a stupid note on her head – not to mention, it’ll get you no where, seeing as I don’t even go to this dump of a school so trying to torture me like thr est of your little minions, isn’t gonna work.

Thank you. You’re more than welcome to continue, I won’t mind. Could always strip ya, princess. Not as if you could stop me. You’re tied up like some... Animal. It’s a good look for you, I must admit. I reckon a few kinky guys could be into it. Minions? I like the sound of that, but no, I’m not here to torture you. What do you take me for, huh? No... I’m just here to enjoy the fruits of my friend’s labours.

Right, well when you manage to get a horrible fuckin’ sunburn and some fucker tries to pick you up – don’t come bitching to me.

Why would I come bitching to you? I have sunscreen, and I’m able to fight. No one in their right mind would try to pick me up. Again, nice try.