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Being Her

A series of one-shots in Claire's perspective throughout the series For Her.

Um, will not go in any order. they come as i get bored enough to write them. PSSSTTT if you want a new story, go review with her!

46. Chapter 46

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“Claire?” Quil is frowning a little. I wonder why.


“Wanna go to a party in like five minutes?”

Huh. “Whose?”

“A girl I knew in high school. I met her last night. Oh, and I told her you were twenty-five and I was thirty.” A girl. A girl he’s lying to. That’s not good. I bite down on my lip to stifle the jealousy.


“Because I don’t look any older than when I was sixteen, that’s why.”

“Oh.” Right. How could I forget his eternal youthful gorgeousness?

“She sort of bullied me into going.”

“All right. I’ll come.” I’m a little nervous. Losing him to someone else, some old high school girlfriend, would be intolerable.

“Good. I want to show you off.”

I smile. Really, like I’m some great prize. “Give me ten minutes to get ready.”

“Take fifteen.” I rush into my room.

I put on a dark blue dress and white leggings. It’s one of my favorite outfits, but, as I scrutinize myself in the mirror, I look desperately lacking. I am just not that pretty.

Quil looks great. He grins at me, and takes my hand. I lead him to the car. We listen to music, some old song Quil knows the words to but I’ve never heard before. His voice is low and soft and desperately off-tune.

I wish the ride was longer, but we’re there, stepping out of the car. I grab his hand back possessively.


“Let’s give these people the performance of a lifetime.”

He grins. “Your wish, my command.”

I survey the woman as though sizing up an opponent. She has the familiar prettiness of many women around La Push, the straight features and smooth dark skin and shining black hair. She actually looks a little like Emily, minus the huge scars. “That kid! I know her! She’s only nineteen!” she exclaims as we walk in.

“What?” Quil stutters. I scan my brain for a story, seizing on something.

“I knew her mom. Lina Denson, my big sister’s best friend! I was there when she had her baby. Claire, right?”

I wince. All right. I have to come up with something, and quick… there we go. I try to hide the fear as I tell a lie. It’s not that I’m scared of this woman, just that I don’t like the secrets I’m trying to conceal.

“Oh, you must be thinking of my little sister. We have the same name… confusing, right? Well, my mom was only sixteen when I was born, so I went to live with my grandparents for a couple years, and then I moved to my dad’s when my parents got divorced. Mom missed me a bunch, so she named my sister after me!”


She doesn’t look like she believes it. Quil continues the story with a tragic expression that makes me want to laugh.

“It’s good her mother had that reminder… Claire’s father was a terrible parent. I’m not going to go into the whole story, but he ended up murdered, while Claire was at school. I thank God every day that she stayed late, that she didn’t have to see what happened… it was a fight. Over drugs. When Claire came to live with me, she was severely emaciated. There was no food in the house because her dad was always high.” Quick thinking, Quil.

“I try not to think about it…” I sob, a giant fake tear welling on my eye. This iskind of fun, “He may have been a crappy dad, but I loved him. It was so hard, to see the pictures in the papers of… of what happened… it was pretty…”

“Gruesome,” Quil interrupts smoothly. “I was there, waiting to see Claire. I was outside the front door when the knife went in…” He turns to me in that moment, and I can see an unfamiliar doubt in his eyes. I wonder what’s causing it… but I loved him. Oh. That. I’ll have to explain to him. Later.

“Oh…” she says. We’ve fooled her.

Quil left early to go to work, right after eating half the food in the room. I laugh and laugh.

When he goes, I catch sight of Josh in a corner and walk over to him. We talk about class and stuff, cheerfully.

He’s a nice friend. Fortunately, he doesn’t push the date thing. We just chat and gossip.