For the rest of the week, Claire didn’t really have enough energy to worry about Ethan. She was swamped with her responsibilities at school and her college applications. She was also pressured more than usual to do well during the exams while still helping Jess and Greg study after their classes, but this time, in preparation for their university entrance exams.
She was so busy that once she got home, she would barely have enough time to do her homework before knocking out on her bed.
“Claire! Don’t forget to eat dinner, okay?!” she heard her mother yell from the living room. “Or call Jess over if you want!”
Claire looked up from jotting down notes on the margins of her textbook. “Yes, mom!”
As usual, her mother was going o
“Class dismissed”A split second after the announcement, the once quiet room was now filled with noises of chair legs scratching against the wooden floor, shuffling of papers and books, and the happy chatters of students who were probably making plans as the long-awaited weekend wasfinally here. The school bell rang a few seconds later and Claire stood up before stacking her notebooks and books. A few classmates bothered to wave goodbye in her direction and she responded with a small hesitant smile.It was the first weekend of the school year and most students were suffering from severe summer vacation hangover. The weather was great, too— just enough sun so that it’s warm and the breeze was not as dry as the usual. So it was pretty much the perfect time to make plans, catch up and just enjoy the short calm before the storm. Claire had
“And make sure to return the book by Thursday next week”“Thank you”The girl smiled so Claire instinctively returned the gesture with a polite one. She was working behind the public library’s check-out counter for her shift today. Usually, she was the one who relentlessly puts away books or stacks them up for double-checking its borrower’s cards, which were too exhausting for her, so she liked working behind the counter more.“Claire”She turned around in her swivel chair and raised her eyebrows in question. “Hmm?”It was Katie, one of the public library’s part-timers, whom she happens to have the exact shift schedule with. They grew closer over the past few months, but not close enough to actually hang out outside work.
Claire felt lucky that in all her classes, she managed to secure a seat beside the window. It was also a good thing that even though seating arrangements were never official, everybody just had the initiative to always sit in the same spot they sat on during the first day of school.She looked out the window and inhaled, breathing in the smell of the late summer breeze accompanied by the faint aroma of baked bread and coffee from the café across the street. From this distance, one would think that being able to smell the pastries they serve would be unlikely but because she was a regular customer, her nose could pick up the familiar scent from miles away.Claire wanted to freeze time and just take a break like this, but no, she could never. Even though she was living in a small town, she was living a fast-paced life.“Anyway”, Mrs. Myers’s vo
“Thanks”, she mumbled before unfastening her seatbelt.“Yeah, sure”, Ethan replied. “Thanks for today, too”Claire gave him a small smile before hopping off his car. She felt intimidated during the short ride, not only because it was her first time a boy dropped her off but also because it would probably take her a lifetime to pay for his Lamborghini if ever she damaged anything in it.She gave him a small wave, although she wasn’t sure if he was looking out through the tinted window, before turning around and entering the apartment complex, sighing in exhaustion. It has been a long day for her since she was still not used to spending a few extra hours at school.“Hi, dear”Claire closed the door behind her and smiled at her mother. “Hi, mom&r
By lunchtime, Claire found herself sitting in a nearby café, across Stephanie, the gorgeous Hispanic girl that she had met in the library a few hours back. She held her large cup of black iced tea with both hands and took a small sip. Despite her protests, Stephanie insisted to pay for her.“How long have you been here?”Claire placed her cup on the table before looking up to meet her eyes. Tilting her head in thought, she replied, “Not that long. We moved here when I was ten, and I’m seventeen now”Stephanie nodded. She was about to respond when she was interrupted by the waiter with their lunch on a tray balanced with one hand. Both girls politely smiled as the waiter carefully set their utensils and plates on the table. When he was gone, Stephanie started eating her pasta, albeit, with poise.Cl
Ethan took another bite out of the chicken sandwich that she gave him, a satisfied smile dancing on his lips. For some reason, the boy managed to convince her to give him company. But she thought that it would be better to just stay put anyway rather than to aimlessly walk for the remaining minutes of the lunch break, looking for a secluded spot.“Why are you up here, anyway?” Claire asked. She then unwrapped the burrito that Ethan had given her in exchange for her sandwich. The familiar aroma told her that it was bought at the cafe across the campus. She had no idea why someone would give away a decent burrito for a cafeteria sandwich, but she was grateful for the lucky exchange.“Nothing”, he replied after swallowing. “I just feel like stepping away from the crowd today”“Cool”She did
“How did you get my number?”Then he laughed. In Claire’s memory, the familiar laughter brought warmth, but ten years later, it almost sounded frightening. She felt herself starting to shiver at the thought of being near her father— she grew to hate him more as each day passes, and she didn’t realize that until this moment.“It didn’t take long to convince your mother”She didn’t think that she could get even angrier than she already was, but she did, much to her surprise. She watched her father beat her mother senseless, but despite all that, her mother still loved him and a few buttered-up words from him can make her forget where her bruises and her scars came from.Claire hated that, too. She hated how much power a man has over her mother just because she loved him.
Claire pushed the cart while quickly reading the signs attached at the top of the bookshelves, indicating each section. As someone who has been working at the library for almost half a year now, she was expected to have memorized the entire layout of the library and navigate through them easily. But for some reason, she still had to rely on the signs most of the time.When she got to the history section, she grabbed the stack of history books from her cart and proceeded to arrange them on the shelves. The head librarian had assigned Katie to work at the counter today, so much to her dismay, and so she was stuck with shelving.After arranging her stack of history books, she glanced at her wristwatch. Claire had an hour left before her shift is over.“Claire”She turned to look at Katie, waving at her from the counter. The l