AndyI knew I'd regret telling my parents about my plans for tonight from the moment the announcement left my mouth. The argument kicked off between Dad and me, just as it always did whenever I made plans with my old school friends. I can't understand why he refuses to see how much I am in need of this right now, a night where I don't have to think about Pia, where I can clear my mind, drink beer and play poker, but he's acting like I'm going off the rails."Andrew, seriously, getting blacked out drunk is not the answer to dealing with your problems, mate." Dad tells me, for the millionth time since our argument started. He's like a broken record, repeating the same phrases over and over like he holds all the answers. "You're just going to be pushing them down, but they'll be waiting for you again once you're sober."He thinks that following me around the house, while I get ready, is going to be enough for me to back down and change my mind, but I'm just as stubborn as he is; once I s
Claire"We don't have to see that movie," Andy tells me once we're in his car and pulling out onto the road. "It was just the first thing I could think of when your dad asked."I thought it over for a moment, considering what all the other options were. Being Summer, there were a few blockbusters to choose from, including a new romantic movie that I'd been dying to see, but which I thought would probably bore Andrew. I love Marvel movies, though, and usually go see them when they first come out with Dad. Yet, after what he'd just done, I was considering never going out in public with him again."No, let's watch that, then I can go home and spoil it for Dad as punishment for embarrassing me." I giggle."You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Claire, that's just your dad being protective." He says, throwing me a quick glance, I can see it on his face that he wasn't bothered one bit by how my dad just carried on."The way he acted, though, as if we were going on a date, not just two f
ClaireI'd emptied the entire contents of my wardrobe onto my bed, searching for the perfect, 'non-date, just friends' outfit, I sorted everything into categories, pants, jeans, skirts, tees and dresses, hoping that something would stand out to me but it had been a full half hour of just staring at my clothes, time was getting away from me and if I didn't pick something soon I'd run the risk of going on the non-date in my school uniform.I needed help and fast, so I decided to FaceTime Jupiter, and when she answered on the first ring, I could tell straight away, she had been expecting this call. Ever since I told her I was going to the movies with Andy, she had been bombarding me with advice, some of which was helpful, like conversational starters, in case we got stuck in the land of awkward silence."I'm freaking out," I exclaim, panning my camera over the pile of clothing on my bed. "This is everything I own, and I have no idea what to wear.""Hmm, you want to keep it casual, so I'd
ClaireI had learnt, a long time ago, that when it came to Andrew Stephenson, I had to lower my expectations in order to avoid being disappointed by him. What I wanted him to do and what he would do were never going to be the same. I'd been here before with him, waiting around for him to offer up an explanation, but as time dragged on, I soon realised that his silence was the only explanation he felt I deserved.It took me a long time to move past that pain. I was only 12 years old, and I didn't understand why my best friend stopped talking to me, but he could still be friends with my brother? But every time I tried to talk to him, he would answer me with a grunt of disinterest. I allowed him to occupy my thoughts, long after the hurt had faded, wondering if I'd ever get the answer I needed.What made matters worse was that our families were close; our parents worked at the same school together, so there was really no escape from seeing him. Every birthday we celebrated, he was there,
AndyI'd opened up to Dad about Pia, about our entire relationship, the good parts in the beginning, the fights we had about the most stupid thing, the night she was assaulted and the downward spiral it pushed her into. The more I talked, the easier it became just to let it all out. Dad, to his credit, wasn't acting like a counsellor but more like the father I'd been seeking for so many months.I thought talking about Pia would relieve the heaviness that had been sitting on my chest since yesterday, but instead, it was replaced with a new, guilty weight that was holding me down, what I'd done to Claire. I couldn't tell Dad about the kiss, or my behaviour afterwards, he'd not only crucify me, but I lived in fear that he'd tell Sam, who would more than likely skin me alive for hurting his only daughter.I needed to talk to someone, though, to confess my wrongdoing and get sage advice on how to salvage the friendship before it was too late, and there was only one person I trusted, who I
AndyAmelia Spandel was a year below me at Claremont. We used to catch the same bus every day, until I got my licence. We weren't friends, but I knew her well enough. Everyone at Claremont knows Amelia, the popular girl with the brightest smile, who greets her friends with hugs at the school gate and who is part of making every Claremont High social event worthy of wanting to attend, even by me, the boy who had zero school spirit.Amelia isn't your usual bitchy, popular girl, far from it, actually. She's genuinely nice to everyone and not just because she's trying to use people just to get ahead, unlike others. With Amelia, what you see is what you get: a sweet, caring soul. She's one of the only students who sat and talked with Pia after she was assaulted, who convinced her to finally come forward, and now Amelia was the one who needed support.The short car ride over to the Spandel house was filled with awkward silence. Dad and I hadn't really spoken about what happened yesterday.