ClaireThe loud sound of the tyres squealing against the concrete ripped right through me, shattering my heart into tiny pieces. I leaned against a pylon and watched Andy drive away from me while the voice inside my head was screaming at me to go after him, to fix this, to repair what we'd broken, but my body wouldn't cooperate. I just let him go.Hot tears fall freely from my eyes, his elitist insult still stinging. I thought we were past all of that, that we knew each other's true selves now, but I guess, for Andy, the former ideal that he held of me never went away. I didn't intend to hurt him; I was simply pointing out the truth that he was so blinded to see for himself. He's the one who took offence, twisting my words into a Claremont versus Brixton argument, which was never what I was saying.Adrian was guilty, the evidence was all pointed towards him, the motive he had to target Jupiter because he had formed some sort of fixation on her and realised tonight that she was never g
AndyEd and I haven't agreed on anything for well over a year now, our friendship had died the day I started dating his ex, but right now I knew he was right, more than anything I'd witnessed. There's no way Adrian would have betrayed me; his loyalty to our friendship was one thing I could always count on. Even when I'd pushed him away, he was still there.I shift my focus to Kyle and then to Nate. I hadn't been on the soccer team that long, but in that short time, these two had become my friends, cheering me on when I scored goals and encouraging me but that was all surface level, what if, underneath their friendly mannerisms there was something more sinister? Were these two capable of drugging and raping innocent women? If they were, then why would they go after their friend's girlfriend?Another thought then hit me: what if the attacker had already fled the scene once everything went down? This was the closest they'd come to getting caught; they would have felt the heat bearing dow
AndyMy dad always said that using your words first, in a fight,over using your fists, will most likely result in less pain and as I stepped in between Sebastian and Adrian, I hoped that Dad was right on this one. Don't get me wrong, I can fight and I'm no stranger to throwing the first punch but Sebastian's my friend and I wanted to avoid this coming to blows.I place a hand on his shoulder, just to hold him back and look him square in the eyes. I can see the fury that is radiating inside of him, itching to explode, but I have to talk him down, I have to make him see that he's got this all wrong. Behind me, Adrian is still being held in place by Kyle, with Nate standing guard, two of my new teammates on the Bulldogs. I didn't even realise Claire had invited them.Where was Adrian's support? I'd spotted Clive and Elijah straightaway when I entered the party, but now they'd disappeared, right when they were needed. There's no way Clive would shy away from a fight; he lived for a good t
ClaireI can't help but wonder if he's been looking at Jupiter's social media and seeing the new flurry of likes and comments that have been coming from Adrian. Sebastian doesn't have Instagram himself or any social media platform, claiming that it was under his dad's recommendation to keep a clean reputation for when he applies for university next year. I highly doubt, though university administrators would be able to find any dirt on clean-cut Sebastian; he doesn't drink at parties, opting to stay sober to drive the drunks home safely, he has never touched drugs, rarely swears and maintains a strong grade point average."I didn't know you had friends from Claremont High." Seb comments, not taking his focus off of Adrian."Yeah, they're Andy's friends, they're really nice, actually," I tell him, feeling the urge to defend the boys. "How did you know they went to Claremont High?"Sebastian breaks his focus on the boys, shifting it back to Jupiter and me. The cold, hard look he had bef
ClaireMy family and I had spent all afternoon decorating our living room in preparation for the party tonight. Even Heath, against his wishes, had been given a task of blowing up the silver and purple balloons to hang around the room, and Dad had set up some awesome coloured lights and a makeshift dance floor. I looked around the room and was so excited for my party to begin, until I spotted the clock on the wall and realised that I had only an hour left until my guests were due to arrive, and I was in no way party-ready yet. Samantha had gifted me a swing dress for my birthday, it was off the shoulders, holographic purple and shimmers when the lights hit it. It was the most beautiful piece of clothing I'd ever owned, and I couldn't wait to show it off tonight, especially to Andy. I wanted to make his jaw drop when he saw me for the first time in the dress.I quickly showered, coating myself in the fancy, French body wash that I only use on special occasions. I'd washed and straight
AndyIf I'd learnt anything in life, it's that whenever things appear to be going great, there's always something lurking in the shadows, ready to fuck up everything. It's like I'm forever waiting for the other shoe to drop, for my happiness to be snatched away, so I never fully allow myself to get too comfortable, but with Claire, I feel like I'm finally discovering true happiness that can't be destroyed.Claire coming along to watch and support me play tonight was something I'd never had when I was with Pia. It made me feel like a superstar, out there on the field, scoring goals while my girlfriend cheered me on. I also liked that Claire was making an effort to get to know my friends, not trying to separate me from them.What surprised me more than anything was how comfortable she was with sex. I'd prepared myself for there to be an awkward, shy stage from both of us, hers steaming from her lack of experience with sex and mine from not wanting to frighten her off, but I couldn't hav