Just Friends

Chapter 7: Apologize

"I can't believe you did that!" I exclaim, laughing.

     "You should have seen Holly's face!" Clary adds on.

     Clary and I decided to have a sleepover on a school night. I just wanted Clary to feel better from her date being ruined. So far, we've been having a blast. 

     "Let's change the topic," Clary smirks. Uh oh. "What happened between you and Dakota while I was gone?" Clary asks innocently.

     "N-Nothing," I reply, averting my eyes to anywhere but her.

     "Oh really? Nothing? That must be a shame. You know what they say, if the guy you like breaks your heart, you move onto his best friend," Clary smirks deviously, mischief glistening in her brown pupils.

     My eyes widen. I frantically say, "I'll tell you! I'll tell you, geez."

     Clary grins in victory and ushers me to go on. 

     I explain everything to her: the conversation, the wrist grabbing, the hug, and how we cuddled. It took a while to explain the details, but Clary caught on. After the whole explanation, Clary squealed like a fangirl.

     "The ship has sailed! And I, Clary Brune, am the captain of this ship!" Clary throws her arm out and falls onto her sleeping bag.

     I roll my eyes at her ridiculousness. I'd tease her back, but talking about Hunter would kill her.

     "Let's just go to sleep," I tell Clary, checking the time. It's getting pretty late.

     "Agreed."

My alarm clock went on, waking Clary and I. Clary groans in annoyance and sits up. She grabs her bag and gets dressed in a plain black tank top, black sweatpants, and black sneakers. She brushes her ombre hair and twisted it in a bun. To finish her look, she puts on her black glasses.

     I ask groggily, "what's with your clothes?"

     "I have no one to look good for," Clary sighs.

     "Shut up okay? Hunter doesn't deserve you," I assure my friend. 

     I get up and slip on a red wool sweater, blue denim shorts, and white Converse. I brush my black hair, leaving it loose over my shoulders. Lastly, I wrap a white scarf around my neck.

     Clary heads downstairs to eat breakfast, while she waits for me. Before I can follow her, I receive a text. I check my phone to see it was from Dakota.

     Dakota: "Would you like to walk together to school?"

     Colette: "I'm not sure, cause Clary is with me right now. I'll have to ask her for her approval. Because, you know, she's overprotective and a little crazy."

     Dakota: "True. Text me when she answers. Cya."

"So, I was wondering if Dakota can walk with us?" I ask Clary, pleading silently.

     "No," Clary answers harshly.

     "Please! You know about my feelings for him!" I plead.

     "Fine, but I swear-"

     I roll my eyes and interrupt her. "Yeah yeah, you'd kill him if he did anything to me." 

I hear the doorbell ring. Clary and I grab our backpacks and head for the door. I open the door to see Dakota in a red and black plaid shirt, blue jeans, and his usual skateboarding shoes. Again, his brown hair is completely messy, which bothers me. Although, Dakota didn't come on his own. Standing behind him is Hunter.

     Hunter is wearing a black shirt, black ripped jeans, and black Converse. Again, his blonde hair is tucked under a black beanie. These boys just never wear anything different. But why exactly is Hunter here?

     "Why is he here?" Clary asks venomously, as if 'he' was poison.

     "He wants to apologize for his mistake," Dakota answers.

     "Why? Because he was embarrassed for feeling nachos on his face?" Clary questions. I turn around to calm her down, but she shoves past me and leaves the house.

     "Clary!" I call out. I knew it wouldn't be worth it. She's completely angry right now.

     "I-I'll go after her," Hunter mutters awkwardly. With that, he shuffles off to leave. 

     I turn to Dakota, my eyes question him. He immediately answers, "he wanted to apologize. I felt bad for the guy and I brought him here."

     "You know Clary would get angry. She's completely affected by him!" I argue.

     "I know, but I think he really feels bad for what he did."

     I raise an eyebrow and ask, "you think?"

     Dakota nods. I soften my glare when I see the look on his face. As much as I hate to admit it, I can't stay mad at him. Instead of arguing, I gesture the boy to start walking.