Song-Kiss Me Thru the Phone by Soulja Boy ft. Sammie

Clara.

I was home.

Again.

Yet part of me missed staying with Aiden (never mind it was only for 2 days).

He treated me so delicately, like he feared me.

But I didn't want to be feared, I wanted to be loved.

Are you listening to yourself?

I shook my head, sitting on the bed. I decided to log in on Facebook. When was the last time I uploaded a pic on Instagram? Or did a Snap? Or noted something on Tumblr.

Fourscore and a hundred years ago...

I chuckled quietly at my little History joke. Ms. McGrennan would've flipped her bars if she had heard me now.

I glanced at my degree. I had gotten a degree in Sociology, because I had wanted to be a therapist.

Dr. Clara Thronen.

I laughed. I would've gone ahead and gotten my degree, but I couldn't afford it. And I didn't want to put pressure on Aaron either.

I sighed. Someday, I'll do it.

I opened my phone to see notifications on my phone. My phone wasn't fancy, but it wasn't cheap either. Let's just say that even a singer at a bar gotta be flossin good.

I clicked on Facebook, scrolling aimlessly through my newsfeed. I saw a message and I opened it.

It was from Aiden.

Then I saw a friend request.

Aiden Martin.

His profile pic was one of him heading into a conference room glancing at his watch.

How professional.

I accepted the friend request and a message came up.

Aiden: Good.

             Took you long enough.

             Now be a dear and add me on the rest of your social media.

Me: Instagram name?

Aiden: voldemorts_son ( ͡ʘ ͜ʖ ͡ʘ)

Me: Lol ( ＾∇＾)
       Snapchat?

Aiden: Same thing. You on Tumblr?

Me: Of course.

Aiden: Then you got yourself a task: add me.

Me: Add me then.

Aiden: Already did. Check your notifications sweetheart.

I closed the app and turn on the chat head. I went into Instagram, saw the request and accepted.

Then began this:

voldemorts_son liked your photo 1s.

And it continued for all 48 posts.

Then a direct message popped up.

voldemorts_son: you are really beautiful.

Me: *blushes* Right...

voldemorts_son: no really, you're stunning. Like an Egyptian goddess...

Me: Stawp.

voldemorts_son: Honestly Clarisse... you are.

I closed the app, blushing to fury. He wasn't even here and it was like I could hear his voice, so calm, so deep.

I went into Snapchat, saw the request and accepted it.

A snap was sent to me. I opened it and gasped.

It was a compilation of pics of me.

From the first night we met when I was yelling at him (how on earth did he get that?) to me yelling at him again, to the evening at the party, to me sleeping (God I slept like shit) and then there was me eating ice cream and chatting with Paul).

A stupid smile spread slowly on my face.

Then there was a little bit of him talking.

"Clarisse Thronen, no other girl has ever pissed me off the way you did. It felt good to be angry. I thought I had no emotions, but you just managed to bring all of it out. I know it's too soon, but, will you go out on a date with me?"

I gasped again.

"Pretty please with cherries on top?" He said using the dog filter.

Aw...

The snap ended and I saved it.

Then I did a snap of my own.

"You put in so much effort, so yes, I'll go out with you Aiden."

I clicked send.

And fell back on the bed.

I sighed in awe.

Then I got a message on Facebook.

Aiden: Shit, thought you'd say no.

Me: And why would I do that?

Aiden: Idk, seemed like you wanted my head on a platter.

Me: That sounds wrong...

Aiden: Only cause you want it to be ;)

Me: Naughty.

Aiden: So how about tomorrow?

Me: Can't. Gonna apply for a job.

Aiden: Really? Where?

Me: Social Services.

Aiden: Suits you.

Me: I'm surprised you haven't gone all Investigate on it.

Aiden: Lol nah, but thanks for the idea.

Me: XD. Don't go doing that.

Aiden: So how about the night?

Me: Sounds good. Where?

Aiden: You let me worry about that.  I'll come pick you up at 8.

Me: Do I have to wear anything stuck up?

Aiden: No. Wear what makes you comfortable.
             Go to sleep, you have an interview in the morning.
             Sweet dreams Clarisse.

I smiled. He was so concerned.

Why on earth was he so mean to me in the first place?

Me: Sweet dreams Aiden.

I turned off my phone and put it to charge.

I turned off the lights and snuggled in my covers.

But my mind was on tomorrow night.

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Aiden.

Clara: Sweet dreams Aiden.

I smiled, kissing the phone, then reddened when I realized what I did.

Now I was acting so corny.

I turned off the phone, putting it on the nightstand. I threw back on the bed and lay there staring at the ceiling.

I couldn't wait for tomorrow night.
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