Breakfast Club Claire Novels & Stories

Rowan pulls Claire's hand and makes her follow, sitting her next to him and across from me. "Thanks, Bennett. I'm starving." Rowan says as he digs in to his food. He must have had a good meeting with council if his good mood is any indication how it went. My eyes shift over to Claire and I watch her curiously as she stuffs food in her face. She eats like she'll never see food again and soon her plate is empty. She reaches for more and just as she's about to shove another mouthful in, her stomach makes a strange sound and she groans.

We were all gathered downstairs for breakfast when Claire hesitantly made her way down. I spotted her peeking behind the glass wall, from the barstool of the kitchen counter. "Oh, Claire." I've been here for three days, but this was the first time I've seen her. She hesitated at the sight of us. "Good Morning." she tried. "Morning!" Izanagi beamed. As she shuffled past him to the fridge she paused. "Um...I'm-"

178 Unfortunately, his phone was switched off. Claire went to the washroom with a frown. She finished her morning routine with a sour mood and when she came down to breakfast, all eyes settled on her including the maids'. They were ogling at her as if she had grown another head. Of everyone's behavior, Scott's looked a little too expressive and annoyed. He had a broken plate on the table and everything around it scattered haphazardly. She imagined him striking the surface in a fit of rage over Zara's news.

"Well, to answer your question, Charlotte, I know of today's meal because I went into the kitchen earlier this morning, and to answer you, Emily, we are having oatmeal, fresh fruits and apple juice for breakfast. How does it sound?" "It does sound great," Charlotte replied and I noticed that she was warming up to me rather quicker than her attitude yesterday had implied. Well, it seemed like Charlotte and I were off to a good start. Emily, the ever smiling girl whose personality almost rivaled Diana's, replied. "It sounds amazing and I can't wait." Before one of us could say another word, Claire appeared at the table. "Hey, girls," she breathed out and dropped into her seat. "Hi, Claire," we

she said dismissively. Mandy chewed on her lips slightly and glanced over at Wilson. Seeing that Wilson had no comments, she left. Clara turned to Wilson again. "Let's have breakfast. After you take your pills, we'll head out." Wilson did not object and told the maid to serve breakfast. The maid was surprised to see Mr. and Mrs. Wilson having breakfast together, but she did not dare to ask any questions. Breakfast was served. While savoring the breakfast, Wilson observed Clara with a sidelong glance. Clara seemed a little different from usual. Was it because of her hair?

she asked, her voice tight, like it was caught in her throat. It clicked then. Of course. She didn’t know who Claire was. I hadn't introduced Claire to her. I exhaled, rubbing a hand across the back of my neck. “Hilary,” I said carefully, “this is Clare. Our new chef from the Bennett mansion, Regina specially picked her.” The confusion on her face deepened, but I pressed on, wanting her to understand. “Trust me, she’s good. You don’t have to starve yourself anymore in the name of being busy. You can eat as much as you want every single day now.”

” Morris' question at the elevator echoes with the same address. Clara shook her head in dismay as she focus back on her boyfriend "Goodnight big guy," Clara waits until Christ's car drives away; she then walks back inside, goes to her room, and braces herself for tomorrow's mission. The next morning, she woke up early, doing her morning routine, and came down for breakfast. She is currently on summer break so there is no school. It is quite rare for Clara to have breakfast with her parents. "Why are you up early?" asks Mrs. Lawson "Do you have a plan with Christ?"

“French vanilla roast with an extra shot of espresso, and a chocolate chip bagel. You’re welcome. Now, hurry up. The sooner we get this meeting over, the sooner we get to go home and forget the shit show from last night.” “Amen.” Claire walked to the closet, slipping on some denim shorts and a white fitted tank top. She rushed a brush through her hair, slipping it into a high ponytail, and splashed some cold water on her face. She was thankful she was of sound enough mind to actually take a shower before passing out in her bed last night. She stepped back into her room, sitting on her bed to put on her shoes, “Was I that bad last night?”

Since he chose to hide like a coward then so be it, he should go to hell for all she cares . Picking up a plate , She first picked the ones her mouth watered for the most and started eating. Her breakfast was going along fine till he walked in , casually dressed in beige sweaters and gray trousers. Chloe's heart stopped for a minute when I saw him . This was her first time seeing him in casuals. ' Liam is back ? That was the reason Clara prepared enough food this morning because she knew he was joining me for breakfast ! ' ' And she didn't give me a hint about it ! You are a traitor Clara ' She fumed inside .

Saturday morning, I woke to the sunshine and surprisingly not Claire. I headed downstairs and found a note on the counter from Claire. Gone to pick up our masks will be home shortly. Today’s timetable is on the fridge, memorise it! L.Y C x I rolled my eyes at her note and headed to the fridge; she was not kidding every hour of the day was planned out. I had a very specific shower time, hair time, makeup, getting dressed and leaving. Luckily the whole ordeal I could put off as long as possible while Claire was not around. I looked at the clock which read 8:58am, Claire’s timetable started at 9am with breakfast. I was right on track for that one. I made myself some toast and snuggled up on the