3rd Meeting

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"-are..."

Go away...

"Clare..."

Leave me alone...

"Clare Mitchells!"

"FILIUS CANI!"

Scrambling away from the horrid sight that greeted her eyes, Clare was quick to back up but didn't realize she was near the edge of her bed, and toppled over to the floor. The unrecognizable face of her roommate appeared over the edge, a green face mask caked on her face. Clare let out a sigh of relief once her brain realized that it was not a monster that had woke her up, but rather Terry.

"Did you just say, 'Son of a bitch' at my face?"

"You will, too if that," she gestured to Terry's face. "Is what greets you first thing when you open your eyes."

Terry rolled her eyes. "Such a drama queen. Your phone has been ringing for the past five minutes, by the way."

"What?!" Scrambling to her feet, Clare quickly grabbed the device that she didn't realize has been vibrating on her bedside table since she was so distracted by Terry's face. "Hello?"

"Woman! Where the hell are you? I've been trying to ring you for the past-

"-past five minutes! Terry told me! I'm so sorry! I fell asleep. I'll be right down...are you laughing?"

"I'm sorry...you just sound so panicked! You're fine, Clare. Take your time. I'm in the parking lot."

"Fuck you, Jake."

"Anytime, princess!"

Clare hit the end button with a deadpanned look, before she checked the time. Reaching for her coat, she threw it over her sweater and jean clad form. In her exhaustion, after texting Jake, she had fallen back on her bed and died in her shoes and all.

As she walked by the full length mirror on her way to the door, she caught sight of her hair and froze. Clare quickly reached up to pull it out of the messy pony tail it had been confined in and tried to tame it with a bit of finger combing, before pulling it back into a much neater pony tail. Once she reached the door, she froze once again, her brows furrowing in confusion. Why was she so worried about how she looked? It wasn't like she hasn't showed up to class in her pajamas more than once before with deep bags under her eyes.

Clare quickly stopped where her train of thought was going, visibly shaking her head, before proceeding out of the room.

"Hey, girl, he~ey..." Jake called out with a smirk as soon as he spotted her. He was leaning against the back bumper of his car, arms crossed at his chest dressed in a black Marine's hoodie, a pair of blue jeans, and some basketball shoes. Dangling from his left hand was a gray Walmart bag.

"Oh, lord, he thinks he's funny." Clare rolled her eyes.

Jake imitated her actions. "Oh, lord, she's in bitch mode. Good thing I brought food. Here you go! You're very welcome!"

Clare coudn't help the small smile that made its way on her lips as she looked into the plastic bag. Aside from the items she had asked for, there were several cans of Starbucks' Mocha Doubleshot Energy drink. She looked back up to Jake and opened her mouth to say something, when a gust of winter wind suddenly blew through the parking lot, making her shoulders hunch as she shivered.

"I hate the cold."

Jake chuckled. "I could tell. Come on, I'll walk you to the door. I heard it's going down into the negatives tonight!"

"Yikes!"

"Yikes, indeed."

Once she was through the glass doors of her dorm building, Clare looked back over her shoulder to where she left Jake. He was still standing there, hands in his hoodie's pocket. He sent her a grin and a wave when their eyes met, and Clare returned the gesture.

She really didn't like the way her heart was fluttering.

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