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Post by Clarissa Jenkins on Jan 23, 2024 8:05:37 GMT -5
♡ TAGS open! WORDS 196 NOTES Wed. Oct. 18, 2023, 5th period lunch They had, basically, one shot at this. Clarissa filed her nails as she sat by the table that the faculty had allowed the students to set up at the side of the cafeteria's doors. Per Willow's idea, they were having a little bake sale to try to raise the money for the Halloween Dance, but Clarissa really wasn't sure that they would raise about three hundred dollars from the student body from one days' worth of lunch periods. Being the second lunch of the day, Willow had cheerfully passed the job of manning the bake sale table to Clarissa when she had walked into the cafeteria. Clarissa could admit that all the food looked and smelled great -- Willow had been the one to supply the majority of it, and Clarissa wasn't sure if she heard correctly when Willow said she may have made everything she brought in -- but she wasn't sure how many students would want to spend four bucks on a plate of two brownies. What would happen with the money they did raise if the Halloween Dance didn't happen? Clarissa glanced at the little money box behind the table, curious as to its fate.
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Post by Andrew Harvey on Jan 25, 2024 7:49:12 GMT -5
"What is all this?"
Andrew's tone had a laugh underlying it, his grin crooked as he sauntered over towards Clarissa sitting next to a table full of baked goods. He read the little sign saying the bake sale was to raise funds for the Halloween Dance, something that Andrew more or less forgot about. He had gone the past couple of years when the dance was held, but when it became apparent that it wasn't a sure thing this time around, he was neutral to it.
He wasn't as surprised that Clarissa was interested in the Halloween Dance, but he never would have guessed she would have done this kind of work for it. Influenced others to do the work, sure, but to sit by a bake sale table herself? Not likely.
He poked a little plate that held a couple of cookies for three dollars and asked Clarissa, "You're this invested in the dance, huh? You make all these? Not sure if I trust your baking skills."
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Post by Clarissa Jenkins on Feb 4, 2024 9:02:11 GMT -5
♡ Clarissa's glare at Andrew was short-lived. She softened her gaze when another pair of students -- younger, perhaps sophomores -- came by and each purchased a small bag of cookies. Clarissa gave them their change and thanked them with a smile before her expression dropped to give Andrew a withering look. "Shut up," she said casually, glancing at the pile of money in the lockbox she had before closing it up. "The bake sale wasn't exactly my idea, but Bayville High is apparently too cheap to put on the Halloween Dance itself. I have a fantastic costume for this year. I was planning on showing it off at the dance rather than trick-or-treating. If this is what I gotta do in order to get the dance, then so be it."Clarissa took a moment to rearrange some of the baked goods on the table to make some of the empty spots not so obvious. "I did not make any of these," she assured Andrew when he asked. "It was a little freshman, actually. Well, she said she made all of these. Her name is Willow and she was also there at the time I asked Mr. Knott about what we needed to do to get the Halloween Dance up and running.
"So you could help," Clarissa said, gesturing to the baked goods before her. "Buy something."
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Post by Andrew Harvey on Feb 7, 2024 7:30:03 GMT -5
Huh. Bayville High not being able to afford the Halloween Dance on its own was an interesting tidbit. Andrew vaguely wondered if the new staff on the payroll was tightening the budget, or maybe the principal was investing in equipment that was a little too fancy for the school board to approve.
"Can't you just donate the needed money?" Andrew teased, raising an eyebrow at Clarissa. Her family was rather affluent.
His grin dropped momentarily when Clarissa mentioned that there had been a little freshman by the name of Willow who had also been interested in getting the Halloween Dance approved, and Andrew dug out his wallet.
"Willow Foster?" he asked, recalling the adorable freshman back when the school year first started. He hadn't really gotten the chance to see her around too often, just glimpses here and there in the hallways. Taking a twenty dollar bill out of his wallet, he added, "Gimme a couple of bags of those thumbprint cookies. The ones that look like there's raspberry in the middle."
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Post by Clarissa Jenkins on Feb 7, 2024 8:17:20 GMT -5
♡ Clarissa's withering look did not dry up when Andrew made the cheeky suggestion for Clarissa to just donate the money herself for the school dance. She shouldn't have to do that. Of course she could, she definitely could afford it, but school dances should be put on by the school itself. To expect a good-natured student and her family to foot the bill for a dance felt like exploitation. Clarissa did tilt her head, her expression changing to confusion, when Andrew recalled the freshman's name and immediately asked for some cookies. Clarissa gave him four bags of the thumbprint cookies, taking his whole twenty dollar bill (hey, he said nothing about wanting change), and she asked, "You know Willow? What was that look for?"Willow had given Clarissa her phone number. She could dangle that over Andrew's head if he for some reason found the freshman cute or something. Nevertheless, in a heated whisper, Clarissa said, "Don't tell me you're trying to get with a freshman."
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Post by Andrew Harvey on Feb 9, 2024 7:38:10 GMT -5
Andrew would have protested about the fact that Clarissa opted to take all of his money (although she did give him the proper amount of cookies for the twenty dollars -- he just hadn't really wanted that many cookies) but he instead took a turn to glare at her when Clarissa heated asked if he was trying to get with a freshman.
"Shut up," Andrew muttered, plopping down on a nearby seat. Keeping his voice low, Andrew said, "Willow actually joined our little prank at the beginning of the school year. Don't think she quite knew what she was doing here, but she didn't run away when she found out why we were meeting. She was enthusiastic and adorable about the whole thing and was appropriately impressed with my tech skills."
So, yeah, maybe he was trying to get with a freshman. Andrew figured at least one date could help satisfy him.
He took a bite of one of the cookies, chewing slowly before staring at it in wonder. "Holy shit, these things are amazing...!"
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Post by Clarissa Jenkins on Feb 16, 2024 8:40:41 GMT -5
♡ Clarissa couldn't help but smirk when Andrew actually glared at her for her words, watching as he took a seat close by and spoke about Willow. "Oh my God, you are trying to get with a freshman!"She paused, considering her best friend, finding it both amusing and bewildering that he would be trying to get a date with Willow. "I feel like you could get a puppy as an adequate replacement if Willow declines your invitation for a date. Have you tried asking her out?" Clarissa paused. "I do have her number, you know. Because of this." She gestured uselessly to the bake sale stand. "Honestly, we're probably not going to be able to raise enough to hold the dance," Clarissa admitted, "but a school dance would be a good invite to get to know another student, yes?"Clarissa raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow at Andrew's reaction to eating a cookie, and she stole one of his for herself. She blinked, staring at the cookie as she slowly chewed her bite and whispered, "Wow..."
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Post by Andrew Harvey on Feb 28, 2024 7:44:06 GMT -5
Andrew would have rolled his eyes at Clarissa for her words, but he was enjoying his cookie a little too much. He liked that another fun fact about Willow was that she was a damn good baker. Which meant that she may also be really good at cooking and if he was to take her out, it would need to be a fancy enough restaurant that would have a chance of impressing her palate...
And his thoughts were running away from him.
Andrew brought his attention back to Clarissa, enjoying the fact that she also enjoyed Willow's baking, but he made a disappointed hum as he acknowledged Clarissa's words about them not being able to raise enough for the Halloween Dance. "That's a shame, though," he said. "There will be other school dances, I'm sure."
Clarissa mentioned Willow's number and Andrew mulled over that fact. He had tried getting it during the furniture-swap prank at the beginning of the year, but there hadn't been time as they all had escaped the school. "What do you want for it?" he asked Clarissa.
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Post by Clarissa Jenkins on Mar 2, 2024 9:40:58 GMT -5
♡ Of course Andrew expressed some sympathy when Clarissa mentioned that they probably wouldn't be able to raise enough funds for the Halloween Dance, but Clarissa was certain he didn't care as much as she did. She did, though, shrug and say, "Maybe I'll have to throw a Halloween Party at my place myself..." Which would be so much better than a school dance anyway, but it was always better to impress others at a party that she did not host herself. If she was hosting a party, people expected her to dress to impress and be the perfect host. A school dance gave her a little more leeway. Clarissa did smirk when it was very obvious that Andrew was mulling over the fact that she had Willow's phone number. Clarissa finished her cookie (and sold another couple of brownie pieces for a few more meager dollars) as Andrew thought it over and he was smart enough to ask what Clarissa wanted in exchange. "Not too sure yet," Clarissa said. "You could owe me a favor..."
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Post by Andrew Harvey on Mar 4, 2024 8:14:18 GMT -5
"I'm always down for a party at your place," Andrew said when Clarissa mentioned hosting a Halloween Party herself. Her place was big enough and she had the money to get some great entertainment when the need arose. There would be less rules than a school dance would have, too.
Andrew was not thrilled with the idea of owing Clarissa a favor in exchange for Willow's phone number. His best friend's favors usually weren't too bad, but he knew that Clarissa was strategic enough to milk having Andrew owe her a favor. It was simultaneously one of his favorite and least favorite things about her.
Still, having Willow's phone number would be a nice prize, especially since he did not see her at all during the school day aside from the occasional glimpse in the hallways or at a sports game.
"Alright, fine," Andrew said, taking out his own phone and reaching over for Clarissa's to copy down the number. "One favor... Thank you."
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