Clueless Movie Script Novels & Stories

“Come on, it will be fun. What say? Are you in?” Claire had only one question to ask. “So, just to be clear, you’re throwing away the free lunch, right?” The man cocked a brow. “Sounds about right.” “Well,” Claire sighed, slipping off the blazer and rolling up her sleeves, winking. “Don’t say I didn’t warn ya!” Twenty minutes later, Claire found herself at a bus stop with a broken heel in her hand, trying to fix it, but failing miserably. Several cars drove past her as she grunted and huffed out, looking around the strange neighbourhood. She was hoping to hail a cab, but with no phone and no cabs in sight, she was starting to grow hopeless and a tad frustrated.

My last sensation before sleep took me was Marcus’s hand on my shoulder and his breath warm at my ear. “Tomorrow,” he said. “We find the link. We expose the edits. We make them pay for a life.” I nodded in the dark, because that was all a promise could be: a vow to try. And then my phone buzzed—a single message from an unknown number I’d come to both dread and obey. We know what you found. Don’t celebrate. You’re swimming in a glass jar, Claire. Someone is tapping the glass. They like the sound. Stop digging or the sound gets louder. —A

He loomed over me, making me feel tiny and helpless. “Why did you really come here, Noah? Tell me. Right now. Or else…” His threat hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. “I, uh…” I stammered, the words caught in my throat. Just then, Clara stepped out of her apartment, breaking the tension. She was wearing nothing but a tiny lace nightdress. “Noah? What are you doing here?” “I…” My mind raced, scanning for a believable excuse. I could see Clara and Thomas exchange a worried glance. I knew I couldn’t let them realize that I had uncovered their secrets. I had to keep the upper hand for just a little longer.

Her jaw dropped and that little opening in her mouth filled my head with wild thoughts. What happened in Houston would certainly happen here, again. “This can't be.” Clara breathed so hard that her voice was a mix of shock and disbelief. “Clara Mallon,” I said with a rather accommodating smile. “Please have a seat,” I said. “Or are you unable to move?” She cleared her throat and took one step forward. She swallowed hard and shook her head slightly, like she was trying to put the dots together. “What is happening here?” Clara asked. “What do you mean?” I asked.

As we approach, Adrian’s hand presses lightly against my back. “Remember,” he murmurs. “Don’t let her see you flinch.” “My pulse is thundering, but I lift my chin. “I’m not here to flinch.” Clara looks up as we reach her, her smile slow and sharp. “Well, well. The power couple graces me with their presence.” She raises her glass in mock salute. “Cheers to contracts and cameras.” I sit opposite her, spine straight, every nerve sparking. “You leaked it.”

I tiptoe to the right side of the floor where the noise is coming from, to find out what is happening. I see two huge guys standing in front of a door; they look like they are guarding it. They both look like they can crush me with two fingers. I can see a gun peeking out from one of their back pockets. Who are these guys? What are they doing here? Are they the ones who have Ismail? I need to find out, but I’m not sure how. I decide the best thing to do is go back down and ask the front desk for help, but I was not quiet enough. While walking back, I accidentally hit a flower vase, alerting the huge guys to my presence.

he gave me one of his intense gazes again. You've got to be kidding me. How clueless is this man? This wasn't some crappy romance movie where the female lead falls for the rude and arrogant asshole. This is real life. I am a real woman who was already in a happy relationship with a great guy. Who does he think he is?

He just stood there, watching them seriously, and patiently waiting. “Do you need anything?” She asked warily. Turning to the others, she dismissed them with a gesture of her hand. They immediately left, not wanting to stay a second longer. But like many others, they didn’t leave the scene. They remained a safe distance away to watch it all unfold. They did think something’s going on between the two of them. “You didn’t respond to my confession at noon. I was hoping you would give me a positive reply.” Clyde tried not to feel nervous, but he still did. What are the chances she would decline and not accept him?

You hold Oscar's hand and walked with him , you once turned back to look at old man who was standing there with serious expression. Clara:(mind) Why is everyone so confusing to understand! I'm not getting if I'm doing everything right or if I'm messing it up. All I want is happy, silence life. Oscar:(smile)" Is something troubling you , Clara?" Clara:(cold)" Do you get aroused?" You suddenly asked Something embrassing. what will Oscar think of you. Oscar:( neutral)" Yes," Clara:(cold)" When?" Oscar:(neutral)" When I'm with you."

I was having fun with my easy-going personality, but maybe I should put it on hold for a moment. "Ben is just dropping something off. I'll be in the family room in a minute, okay?" I nod and give Ben a short little wave goodbye. The family room is on the other side of the house, so I make my way over and enter through the large archway. On the T.V. is the menu page to Clueless. My feet carry me to the screen and I look up at it, almost reaching out to touch it. He actually listened. Adam is really going to sit here with me and watch Clueless. If I knew that guys were like this then I would have shown interest in them much sooner.