#clay jensen
Finally, as your outgoing student body president, it is my distinct honor to announce next year’s president-elect… Jessica Davis!
That was freaking amazing. Was it? Or was it fucking amazing? That was fucking amazing.[…]Fuck. I never totally realized, that’s a really great word. It is, huh?
It has to get better somehow.
She leave a note? Girl who killed herself? Uh… I don’t know.
But… the backpack… all day? Yeah. An Exakta VX camera. Like in Rear Window. You thought it was cool, remember? This one doesn’t actually work, ‘cause, well, that’d be too expensive, but it’s … it’s still cool to look at. Right?Yeah.
justin and clay + spring fling
IMAGINE…
Clay had been faking being bad at Math, just so he could spend time with you while you tutored him. Eventually you find out and ask him about it.
“Okay, yeah, you got me, I guess. So, what now? We stop being friends and never talk to each other again? You call me a weirdo and tell everyone about the crazy person who–”
“Clay, Jesus!” You stop him, squeezing his wrist. “I’m not gonna do any of that. I actually think it’s kind of cute. It’s shows initiative… in a strange, socially awkward kind of way.”
“Uh- really?”
“Sure. So,” You move your grip from his wrist and hold his hand out, placing the tip of your pen against his skin. “What time and where?”
He blinks. “For what?”
“Our first date.”