Her

Caden

~Clover's POV~

I begin to zone out as I walk from Language Arts to Civics, sincerely pissed. About what? I honestly don't know. I weave in and out of poles absently, using my memory to try and find my way to class. I shoulder my backpack, not paying attention to anyone.
Someone nearly knocks me over, making me snap out of my trance. I turn around fiercely, hooking their ankle with mine, tripping them. As they fall, I realize who it is. It's Caden, tall and ginger-haired as ever. Anyways, I laugh.
"What's your issue?" he spits, trying to sound mean but failing miserably.
"My issue? You're the one who tried to send me to Africa with your shoulder!" I, however, succeed with the pissed-off voice. We both glare at each other before bursting out laughing. I love the fact that I can be myself around him. Not entirely, of course. Just partially me. But still. He's like my best friend.
He doesn't know that I like Hailey, because he likes her and she likes him. She's actually torn between him and Kaitlin. But he's torn between five girls—I know, right?—and I currently don't know who they are.
"Clover!" he snaps.
"What?" I ask, shaking the daze from my head and staring at him. He quickly points to his watch.
"The late bell is about to ring!"
"Oh shit!" I turn around and dash off to Civics.

* * *

I huff as I take my seat next to Hailey in Civics. The bells rings as I pull out my binder to begin my Starter. The Starter for today is a metaphor for my country's diversity. I quickly write down how I think America is like a recipe, with all the different ingredients that, when combined, can become something delicious.
"Hailey," Mrs. Kendall calls after a few minutes in her soft, but strict voice, "Please share what you wrote."
"The U.S. is like a marching band. There's a ton of different instruments to be played, but when played together, they can make beautiful music." Hailey answers.
"Please nominate someone to share next." Mrs. Kendall orders.
"I nominate Kole." she replies. Kole is the feminine boy that sits to my left.
  "The U.S. is like a quilt. You sew all of the different colors and patterns together to make something functional." he says, smiling at Hailey as he does so.
    The rest of civics is rather boring, of course, and so is Spanish, and Math.
So of course, as I walk to the bus loop, I meet Troy at the band room door so he can share my umbrella. Troy is tall, with black hair that he spikes in a Mohawk-type-of style. He has two moms, which I think is adorable. This is how I found out;
      In Civics last week, I told him that him and Caden were soul mates.
"Just because I have two moms doesn't mean I'm gay." he said.