What I would do if I had her.

Curvsexy Claire

Claire glanced at her phone as it buzzed. It was the 18th time that morning. Of course, she would not take the call. She was used to this; a guy sees her at the club, pays for her drinks, takes her number and calls either once she gets home or the next morning. Not one, not two, not three. After all, she wasn't called "curvsexy" Claire for nothing. This combination of sexy and curvy best suited her, and she knew it. She moved through rooms like she owned them, with a slow smile and eyes that dared anyone to look away.

She was arrogant. Not just because most men wanted her, but as a result of being born into wealth that cushioned every fall she ever had. Designer bags, weekend trips, drivers waiting outside — it was all normal to her. Attending Hellington was one of her mother's dying wishes, otherwise she did not belong there. The tuition, the uniforms, the rules… none of it fit the life she was used to. But she came, because her mother asked, and because even Claire had a soft spot she rarely showed.

As she applied her lotion, slow circles over her arms and neck, getting ready for geopolitics class, the only course that caught her fancy, she was mocking Lily. Lily had all the while been in the bathroom throwing up. She had drunk way too much at the club last night, chasing tequila shots and bad decisions. Claire would usually be in that same state, laughing over the sink with her, but for the class she had that morning. That one obligation kept her in check at the club, kept her sipping water between cocktails and leaving early.

"Lily, imagine if that guy you gave fellatio last night was here seeing you vomiting all over the place, looking all disgusting," Claire said as she giggled.