Avery/Clara's pov
“What do you want?” I asked, folding my hands underneath my boobs. His eyes looked down at the movement, and I could clearly see he was affected by it.
“I've come to take you home,” he replied, his eyes calm. He was wearing a dark suit, the sleeves pulled up his forearm so his toned arms were visible. I shifted my eyes away from it and then looked up at him.
I glared at him, hoping to intimidate him somehow, but he just stared calmly at me. “I don't need your help. Drake will take home,” I said as I began to walk away from him, my hips swaying deliberately.
Well, I couldn't go easy on him after how mean he had been to me earlier.
“Clara,” he called behind me but I ignored him. I began to search for Drake, my eyes roaming everywhere but he was nowhere close.
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