"sometimes an angel,
sometimes a hell raiser."
clara wheeler had no intentions of involving herself in her twin brothers little clan of misfits.
that all changed when the one boy she genuinely liked went missing, and clara would help get him ba...
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Okay, so maybe Clara Wheeler was a lot more pissed off at her brother than she'd originally thought.
"You pushed first, Mike. Yo nou have to draw blood!" Clara exclaimed from where she lounged on the couch.
"No! I'm not shaking his hand!" Mike shouted, his pacing back and forth beginning to cause a headache in Clara's temple.
"This isn't a discussion, this is the rule of law! Obey or be banished from the party. Do you want to be banished?" Dustins voice was firm, and judging by Mike's look of disbelief his words were just as impactful.
Clara whistled lowly, the book in her lap going unnoticed as she tossed it to the side.
"No," Mike sighed.
"Good," Clara stated as she stood, walking over to where Dustin had already threw his jacket on.
"Where are we going?" Mike asked in exasperation.
"Where do you think, dumbass?" Clara snorted, shrugging on her blue coat. "To make up with Lucas."
The bike ride to the aforementioned boys house was entirely uneventful and was about three minutes long.
The three set their bikes down in his front yard, walking up the driveway before ringing the doorbell to his house.
Wearing a simple striped shirt and jeans, Lucas Sinclair opened the door to face none other than the Wheeler twins and Dustin.
His expectant stare made Mike sigh, obviously not used to being in a position where he was the one to apologize.
"I drew first blood, soo," Mike held out a hand, offering a hand shake.
For a few moments, Lucas just stared blankly at the hand before opening the door, allowing the trio to enter.
They now stood in his living room, watching as he paced back and forth, hands shoved into his jean pockets.
"Okay, I'll shake."
Mike offered his hand yet again.
"On one condition. We drop the weirdo and go straight to the gate."
Clara sighed, "Lucas...."
"Then the deals off!" Mike shouted, throwing his hands up.
