*halfway through 9th grade*
Being the new kid was never easy, especially for Clementine.
With every switch, there was an issue. Whether it was with staff or students, there was always a problem. Clementine had a particularly hard time adjusting to the changes she was facing. Her parents expected her to just be okay with everything every time they moved.
Taking a wild guess, let's say they moved around three times within two years.
That was until clementine was fed up and decided to move in with her uncle, Lee. A professor at Georgia Tech who had a mostly successful career, an adopted son, and a wife, Carley.
(Yall saw this coming)
When she moved in with him, everything changed for the better.
She was more content, her hair was always done, she smelled better, looked better, felt better, she had less of a difficulty with concentrating in school, and she found herself a group of friends that she admired for the most part, and life was great.
After the endless amounts of transfers, she found the perfect school.
In her group of friends, she had Louis, Aasim, Sophie, Minerva (because she's hot, idc), Mitch, Brody, Marlon, Omar, Ruby, and Violet.
They were the first real friends she ever had. The second Louis saw her and got the chance to know her a bit, he immediately knew she'd be a fit for the group. Though the group was full of a bunch of different people, the one thing they all shared was good vibes.
When Clementine was introduced to the group, one of the girls caught her attention.
Violet.
She couldn't take her eyes off of her.
Hazel met green and stuck to each other for a while before being snapped out of the daze they both found themselves in.
Violet tried to speak but only stutters fumbled out of her mouth, making Clementine blush slightly before introducing herself thoroughly.
"Hey... I'm Clementine. Nice to meet you." She spoke confidently, standing straight with a strong yet sweet voice, sending Violet into another stuttering fit, her cheeks instantly reddening and her smile growing even more.
"Hi... I'm uh, I'm Violet...?" The blonde whispered, finding herself lost in the girl's eyes again, admiring the honey gold color that drew her in, the soft look, the sparkle they had set in them... All of it.
"Are you asking me what your name is?" Clementine giggled, feeling her heart beat faster and butterflies in her stomach.
"I think she's having a stroke-" Brody looked at the pale skinned girl with confusion.
"Nope, she's just going through one of those gay panic things. Typical Vi. She doesn't know how to hold a conversation with a pretty girl." Minerva chuckled, patting Violet on the shoulder.
"Well, it's okay. It's still nice to meet you." Clementine gently grabbed Violet's hand, shaking it softly, taking in the soft touch of her skin. Though her hands were calloused, they still felt like silk sheets and cocoa butter.
"It's nice to meet you too." Violet cleared her throat, giving a shy smile and avoiding eye contact for a while.
"Is Violet having another gay thing?" Louis laughed, hands on his hips and a bright grin on his face.
"The tall girl called it a 'gay panic' or something?" The brunette raised an eyebrow at Louis, looking for an explanation.
"Well, I can see that you're inquisitive, so, here's a quick rundown of that; Whenever Violet sees a pretty girl, she gets lost for words and doesn't know how to hold a convo, like a normal person, so, normally, they think she's crazy, but in all reality, she's just gay." Sophie broke it down the best she could.
"You can tell by the way she acts that she's 100% a bottom." Louis threw in quickly, earing a gasp from Violet.
"Louis, I swear to god, I'll snatch your locks out one by one and make you eat them if you don't shut your mouth."
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*Senior year*.
"Clem, can we talk?" Violet asked shyly, hoping she wouldn't regret this conversation in the next hour. "Yeah, what's up?" Clementine stopped in front of her locker to get her book bag. Violet was caught off guard by the base in her voice. It always sent shivers down her spine.
Clementine reached into her locker, waiting for Violet to respond. "So... we... um... you know... can we talk in the car instead, maybe? If not, it's okay, we don't have to have a, you know, private conversation if you don't wanna, it's no big deal." Violet tried to seem more confident, only causing Clementine to giggle at her antics.
"You're adorable. We can talk in the car, I'm fine with that, love."
Violet's heart dropped at those words, causing her to turn into a blushing mess.
"You ready?" Clementine checked before slamming her locker shut and throwing her bookbag over her shoulder, her bun sitting perfectly on the back of her head, her light blue baseball jersey tucked into her dirty white pants, and sweat slowly dripping down her face.
Violet quickly nodded while taking all of it in and admiring the eye candy in front of her.
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Violet sat in the passenger seat, playing with a piece of paper nervously, trying her best not to fidget.
Clem looked at Violet worriedly, not knowing if she did something wrong or if she hurt her feelings, or if Louis told Violet that She liked her and Violet didn't feel the same... A mile of thought ran through Clementine's head, erasing her small smile.
"So... What'd you wanna talk about?" The brunette asked with a slightly shaky voice, turning her head to make eye contact with Violet. "I... So, I wrote... something for you... something like a letter... because I'm not good, you know, with words, in real life... and I don't wanna fuck it up... or throw in any unnecessary shit by accident... so, I just... wrote this- see, I talk too much."
Violet hesitantly gave her the paper, hoping she made the right choice.
Dear Clementine,
Ever since we met freshman year, you've been on my mind. Before we even met, I saw you walking down the hall, I couldn't look away. There was always something about you that caught my eye. There was so much more to you than good looks. You're funny, entertaining, you give good hugs, you know how to comfort people, your smile is so fucking perfect, you can always cheer me up, you give good advice, you know how to treat a friend, you're not a two-faced asshole, and again, your smile is perfect... I could go on for hours. But I have something more important to tell you.
I like you, a lot, and I have since I laid eyes on you. Louis told me you felt the same, but I didn't believe him, but I wanna take a chance.
And I know this is childish, but
Do you like me, yes or no?
Circle one.
Violet looked at Clem, waiting for some form of reaction.
Clementine looked to Violet, with a smile bright enough to light up entire Georgia. "Can I get a pen?"
Violet's heart sank at the question. She didn't know what to expect next.
Violet reached into her pocket, "I only... I only have a pencil for- is that okay?"
Clementine chuckled, taking the pencil from Violet's hands, brushing her fingertips lightly, getting a chance to feel the girl's skin again.
Clementine circled an answer and wrote a little note on the bottom.
No.
I don't like you.
I love you.
"Holy shit... for real? Clementine, don't- don't lie to me... okay?"
"I'm serious. I feel the same way... I really do."
"I... fuck... I didn't... prepare myself... I thought you were gonna say no... so, I just assumed... and-"
Clementine grabbed Violet's chin softly, causing her to lose all train of thought in 2 seconds and whispered...
"Just kiss me."
Their lips connected, feeding the hunger they both developed up over the years. It was nothing like they dreamed. Violet melted in Clementine's hands, her heart fluttering and butterflies collecting in her stomach. She didn't believe it was actually happening.
As they separated, their eyes met, both of them breathing quietly and blushing profoundly.
"What... are we...?" Violet dubiously asked, her eyes not drifting away from Clementine's at all.
"Girlfriends?"
"That works..." Violet chuckled softly before feeling a hand grasp hers gently.
"But can we agree on one thing?"
"What?"
"Just don't tell Louis yet."
"Trust me, I wasn't."
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A/n
YesIknowILostMytouchbutimworking onit im sorry yall-