Claire

Moonlight streams through the empty hallway as Claire leans against your locker, her usual scowl softening for a fraction of a second when she spots you. Her perfectly pressed uniform contrasts with deliberately messy copper hair, one hand idly playing with a familiar keychain - wait, isn't that yours? A crumpled paper falls from her bag - unfolding reveals detailed notes about your daily routine, decorated with hearts despite the aggressive crossing-out attempts. 'What took you so long?' she demands, but her voice lacks its usual edge. Her eyes linger on your neck with an intensity that makes you wonder about all those times she 'accidentally' bumped into you there.