A Spark Between Us

"Clara?... Clara!", an aggravated voice barked as a hand smacked down on Clara's desk. She reluctantly lifted her head and glared at the brown eyed girl in front of her that so rudely interrupted her nap.

"You don't have to yell," Clara yawned, reclining in her seat. She lifted her arms over her head and arched her back in a feline stretch.

Emily's hand was still on the desk as she leaned toward Clara, her dark loose curls littering the desk. She frowned at her unwavered friend. "If you keep falling asleep in class you're going to fail" Emily scolded.

"Oh please! This class is so easy, I could sleep every day for a month and still pass with an A" she said with a smug smile. She put both hands behind her head and melted even further in her seat, still smiling arrogantly.

"Well not everyone is a genius like you Clara, and if you get kicked out of school for sleeping, I won't have a study partner so get your butt up before we're late to our next class!"

Clara was a stickler to the rules for most things but when it came to academics she just couldn't help it. She had really hoped that University studies would be as challenging as her high school teachers had warned but alas, 2 years later and she was still very far ahead of her class. Academics have always come easy to Clara. She never had a class that she couldn't completely ace so you could imagine the disappointment when the initial thrill of a challenge was inevitably met by another easy semester.


Clara and Emily have two classes together. The first class, an absolute snorefest, "The History of Literature", and second is a class that both of them enjoyed: "Outdoor Aerobics". It was her favorite class, the instructor didn't mind chit-chat so the girls used this time to catch up with one another and to recharge with some fresh air between classes.

The girls made their way to the field where the class is held but stopped at the restroom. The high waisted shorts and red, skin-tight crop top that Emily was wearing wasn't exactly easy to do aerobics in. Clara waited outside for her friend to change into something more appropriate for physical education. She watched as the students bustled about around her, the warm sun resting on her cheeks. Unlike Emily, Clara thought ahead and wore her athletic attire under her dress. Plus, her dress looked much too pretty to just wear to one class.

She smiled and smoothed out the pretty pink dress, thinking about how funny "wasting" an outfit sounded. At that moment a tall stranger dressed in all black passed through her peripheral vision. A warm, earthy scent lingered in the air as he brushed through the crowded halls. It smelled like fresh cut cedar and maple leaves. She inhaled and an involuntary moan escaped her lips.

Her eyes flashed up quickly as she tried to get a glance at the face of the tasty smelling stranger, but she missed him by half a second. She watched the back of his black-haired head turn the corner just as Emily emerged from the restroom, blocking her view.

"How does this look? Too slutty?" she said spinning around in her sports-bra, her curls now up in a swinging ponytail. That was definitely a word someone might use to describe Emily, but Clara knew her much better than that. She knows that her friend is a hopeless romantic. Sure, Emily has had plenty of boyfriends but her dearest Emily believes that you must kiss many frogs to find your prince. Clara on the other hand couldn't be bothered. She enjoys the attention of boys and seeing them act nervous or parade around like peacocks; it fascinates and amuses her tremendously to play with them. But the truth is, she didn't have time for love or relationships. She was too busy with school and her very demanding job to even think about dating.

"You look hot. Stunning actually, as usual… can we go now?" Clara retorted quickly, trying to peek around Emily's shoulder to get one last look at the stranger but he was gone.

She did, in fact look stunning, Emily always did. Emily looked like a model, even on her worst days. She's always on the next trend and her style changeds seamlessly before a new fad emerges. This week is all about high waisted shorts, next week would be cropped pullovers. It also helps that Emily is tall, thin, and has legs that seemed to go on for miles and her long, rich brown hair looks like it came straight from a shampoo commercial. If Emily had boy troubles it was only because she intimidated them to death.

Clara on the other hand is a different kind of beauty. She's the epiphany of a bombshell. She is equally beautiful as her friend, her mid-length, wavy blonde hair and pouty lips is similar to a classic Hollywood starlet. Women go under the knife to get the lips and breasts she was God gifted. And beyond beauty, she is a genius. She was accepted to every university she had applied to... on full scholarship.

When you're a busty blonde, no one takes you seriously. No one except Emily, who punched a boy in the 4th grade for snapping Clara's (already) double D bra strap in class. That day in the principal's office the two became inseparable.

"I'll call you later" Clara said, once aerobics was over and they were departing to their separate classes. It was another class Clara enjoyed, Computer Coding. She felt effervescent walking into class, but unbeknownst to her... it wouldn't last.

She sat down and crossed her perfectly lean legs, the thought of the quick encounter with the dark haired stranger popped back into her mind vaguely. And if by sole will power, a head of dark hair passed through the threshold; "You gotta be shitting me."