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AGAIN. . . !

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✶  ・・❛ IT'S JUST NOT THE SAME THOUGH. ❜

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"WHY THE FUCK WOULD i want to be partners with you?"

any rational human being would be at least a tad offended by the words and tone clementine is directing towards chris right now.

chris though, chris is thinking about how these are the first words she's spoken to him in months. they're directed purely at him and no one else. she's literally talking to him again like hello? he's so good.

"well," he sighs, acting so completely casual like his knee isn't bouncing frantically underneath the table because clementine, clementine, clementine! — is speaking to him right now. "that's a little harsh."

"harsh?" she repeats, scoffing and— god, she's so pretty. what ever was chris thinking? he let her go and practically just gave her away so easily. how was he so okay with that just three months ago? it's like he's been awakened from this deep sleep that was genuinely just him without clementine—still is him without clementine—and has now woken up with a clear vision of what he wants—no, needs to get back.

he glances over her face as she's stood in front of the desk, still in shock over him just being sat here to sit down. her face is twisted up in complete and utter annoyance, and chris kinda hates that she's looking at him like that when it only ever used to be smiles and giggles between them, but it's fine! it's all completely fine because she's looking at him. she's looking at him with a scowl, but shit, does she look pretty doing it.

"oh my god!" chris starts paying attention to what she's saying again and realizes he missed a lot of whatever she was going on about. he needs to snap out of it because she's talking to him right now, he should be paying attention, for fucks sake! he can stare at her freely later on, but now he needs to put his listening ears on and pay attention to whatever she's saying.

he realizes she must've noticed he wasn't actually listening as he watches her roll her eyes. "you are so unbearable," she groans.

chris just clicks his tongue. "wow," he says. "you don't seem that excited to be drawing me again."

"i would rather get an F."

"yikes, clem," he says, watching the way her nose scrunches up from the nickname. he genuinely almost smirks in satisfaction. look at him still having an effect on her. "you used to draw me all the time if i remem-"

"would you stop?" she cuts him off.

"stop what?" he furrows his eyebrows in mock confusion.

"calling me that," she answers shortly, annoyance as present as ever on her face.

"why?" he questions, rolling his tongue over the inside of his bottom lip before looking up at her with a testing, tight-lipped smile. "does jax call you that now?"

clementines lips form a thin line before she crosses her arms and shrugs. "he does actually."

"ah," chris says simply, ignoring the way his heart so clearly pings at that because he's the one that should be calling her that. he ignores it though, and instead leans forward in his seat as she still stands in front of the table. "i bet it's just not the same though."

okay is it just chris or has he seriously got game right now?

clementine looks over him in disbelief as her jaw begins to tick. he watches as she so obviously plans venomous words to shoot at him in her head and he can practically hear them before they've even left her mouth. his face is already falling from the longer she glares at him and he's just preparing for the words to shoot straight through his heart when alas—they don't come. she doesn't say anything.

he can tell she's biting the inside of her cheek when she turns around abruptly and looks to the teacher. "can i use the bathroom?" she asks her, chris beginning to frown as her voice is suddenly quieter.

the teacher allows her to go and clementine quickly swipes her phone off the desk, not glancing at chris again before leaving the room.

chris watches as the door shuts closed behind her and his heart sinks a tad. when he planned to get a reaction out of her, for her to have any type of emotion towards him, he was not hoping for that.

he realizes that he's probably not coming off as a desperate ex but as an arrogant, rude one. he sighs to himself. he needs to make his goal clear to her, needs to make it clear that he's not trying to get under her skin, but to just be hers again. he can deal with the looks of annoyance and the snarky responses, but he can't deal with her going quiet because of him. he just wants her to see him again, wants her to realize that he knows he's made a mistake and that he's still here waiting if she wants to come back to him. he's not meaning to make her feel shitty, he just wants her to talk to him.

so when she returns from the bathroom, he gives it a break for today. for the last ten minutes of class while all the pairs are discussing their plans and ideas, their table is dead silent. chris glances over at her multiple times but refrains from saying anything else.

he sits there and thinks back on how it was last year before christmas, when they would sit together and goof off for the entire class period. now they sit together and it's like there's an entire ocean between them. she's so obviously texting her new friends and his enemy—oh, her boyfriend, he means. he just sits in silence as she does so. he's got no one to blame but himself and he's beginning to realize that this is going to be one painful fucking journey.

it's worth it though, it's always gonna be worth it because it's clementine. he'll just have to give it a better try tomorrow.

she's not going to come running back to him, he knows that. she's not gonna run, she's not gonna speed-walk, she's not even gonna walk in general, but she talked to him today. she talked to him! there's certainly been movement, even if it's so ridiculously tiny that he has to hold a microscope up to it to see it — it still counts.

so, as the bell rings and clementine is one of the first people to rush out of the class, chris takes his time. he picks his stuff up and just grins slightly to himself. if he can get her to talk to him, he can get her back. so what if she's dating jax? jax doesn't even fucking exist to him.

he's going to get her back.

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clemchowder

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clemchowder fire pic i took before the bell rang this morning and before i got the sudden overwhelming urge to bash my head into a school desk! hello from fifth period. 🙂🙂

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42 comments

fishf1nns oh no!! what's got u fighting the urge to kys TODAY 😇
↳ clemchowder i'll tell u in study hall. now ik ur in spanish so get off ur phone before that bald headed mf snatches it
↳ fishf1nns no need to do mr. gray like that.

secondjax My jacket
↳ clemchowder as always

user 🔥

user she's so effortlessly pretty

footballrando bruh why have i alr heard ab u talking to chris again 😭😭
↳ clemchowder why can i not breathe without nameless mfs like u being all up in my business?
↳ secondjax Huh.

user fingers crossed the brainless jock is right for once ^

user chris' biggest fumble

biancafrankoceanfan always the football players trying to start shit i swear
↳ clemchowder real.

TODAY IS NOT CLEMENTINE'S DAY.

chris is the cause for legitimately all of her problems right now. he genuinely is.

first of all, him just looking at her was enough to ruin her day. and then, since the art teacher suddenly has it out for her, she had to fucking talk to him. that was already going to be terrible enough when chris suddenly decided to become a cocky asshole.

he's been too afraid to make eye contact with her for more than a second ever since they broke up, but for some fucking reason, he woke up today and decided to try and get under her skin. who does he think he is trying to compare their relationship to her current one?

what even is the reasoning? because he hates jax? well, boo-fucking-hoo. he can go cry a river and it still wouldn't even compare to how much he hurt her over a literal fucking holiday.

she was already in a downcast mood just because of that and then it got worse when she passed by nick and astoria giggling in the library. she was suddenly pulling at her clothes and avoiding glancing in their direction. she was already upset and looking at them just reminds her of their past close friendship. she hasn't had a proper conversation with any of her old friends, any of her old group, all because of her relationship ending with chris. she tries not to think about it a lot but it's hard when they're just some feet away from her and the empty chair next to them is a cruel reminder of everything she's lost.

and now, now she's in her free study hall period.

she originally scheduled the class with chris, nick, matt, and astoria but for obvious fucking reasons, they don't spend the period together anymore.

she now spends the period with jax, finnley, and bianca since they moved their classes around and scheduled it just so they could all hang out.

right now it's come back to bite her in the ass though, because of course, of fucking course, since everyone in school is aware of jax and chris' hatred for one another, she's constantly got eyes on her in her classes with chris. the entire school population seems to thirst over the drama of it all, so when some random football player must've seen her talking to chris in art class, he just had to comment about it. he had to comment about it where jax can so clearly see it.

so currently, clementine is rolling her eyes and walking away from jax as he follows behind her angrily. they've left finnley and bianca behind underneath the bleachers where they all usually sit at as jax is currently talking up a fucking storm.

"you sound so fucking stupid," clementine groans, rubbing at her temples as she walks out of the gym doors with him right behind her. "i'm not cheating on you."

"yeah, sure. you're just suddenly being all buddy buddy with your ex," he chuckles dryly, like her frustration is amusing to him because he's just so sure.

clementine stops from where she's walking to turn back around to him. she notices in the corner of her eye that they're by the boys bathroom in between the gym and the cafeteria but it doesn't even click in her brain. she's too annoyed to register it. "this is the first time i've talked to him in months!" she exclaims as he crosses his arms. "i don't even want to fucking talk to him. we have to do an art project together, jax."

"get a different partner then. it's not that fucking hard, clementine," he shrugs coldly.

clementine just narrows her eyes at him. "i've already tried that. do you not think that i would've tried that first?"

"how would i?" he immediately responds back. "all i know is that i've got at least six fucking guys on the football team shoving it in my face that 'sturniolos out to steal his girl back' and you're doing jackshit about it," he says harshly, taking a step closer to her.

six guys? god fucking damn, it was one class. has he just got eyes on her everywhere somehow?

"oh my god, i barely even talked to him!" clementine tells him with an annoyed groan. "you're just being insecure, jax. you need to-"

"me? insecure?" he scoffs, immediately taking offense to it because he just values his fragile masculinity so much. "no, i'm not being insecure. you're just being a bitch who won't make things clear with your ex, clementine."

clementines jaw drops from his insulting form of name calling. he always gets like this when they argue, just to make her angry, but it still shocks her every time.

chris never called her anything like that when they fought— oh my god, he's already getting into her head! don't compare your perfectly fine relationship to an old broken one, she tells herself.

she takes in a breath and takes a step closer to jax, ready to just resolve the fight and stop wasting energy in this ridiculously stupid conversation when all of a sudden, someone exits from the bathroom.

clementines heart instantly drops to the floor because her and jax's conversation wasn't exactly quiet and the guy who exits is not chris, but one of his brothers. it's the one she used to know just as well as chris, the one who would always pick her up from her apartment in the middle of the night just for chris, the one who told chris off for her when he was being a dick, the one she always saw as an older brother—matt.

jax isn't even paying attention to his presence until clementines eyes stay on somewhere that isn't him for too long. he looks to the doorway and instantly chuckles in mock amusement, taking a step away from clementine and glancing over to matt. "it's always gotta be one of you."

matt's face stays the same, not even listening to what jax says before speaking himself, "what the fuck is up with you always finding a way to call a girl a bitch?"

💌

today has been too W for me to not update 🫡

literally ran my furry ex (SHUT THE FUCK UP SHE WASNT A FURRY WHEN WE DATED AND SHES NOT TECHNICALLY A FURRY BUT SHE BASICALLY IS BC SHES SO FUCKING STUPID.) out of school and got her homeschooled bc i'm THAT great.

also wrote this in like an hour bc i got bored so. just. i?? enjoy?????

<3
jaden