"My parents are dead.",Claire clarified. "They won't care because they won't know. Maybe my brothers will care, and they'll try and figure it out, but I just don't know if we can afford it right now." She ran a hand through her hair stressfully. "It's probably nothing."
Liam looked at her, taken aback. "I'm so sorry Claire, I had no idea," he whispered. He sat down next to her, not quite sure how to act. "I'm sure there'll be some scheme or something who can give you money. Maybe the school can help you out."
"Yeah, there's also a doctor who lives across my street. He was a friend of my dads, maybe I'll take a walk over there later.",Claire said. She hoped that he wouldn't cost her too much, because he knew that her and her brothers didn't have a lot. The last thing she wanted was pity.
"Please do that," Liam requested, looking straight at her. "Promise me you're not just saying you'll do that so I won't nag you anymore."
"Fine, I promise I will go over to Dr. Xavier's house sometime this week.",Claire said, although she didn't specify when. She did promise she would go to the doctor and she would.
"Good," Liam replied, ending the subject. He didn't want to argue about it if Claire clearly wasn't happy about seeing the doctor. "Do you think you're well enough to still come this evening? The offer's still on if you are. I really need your help," he smiled.
"Well, since I'm not sick in the first place,",Claire said and looked at Liam as if it were so obvious,"I believe I could still come over and help you out with your homework and whatnot." She stood up and brushed her jeans off. "Keep track of how many nose bleeds you get today, but you don't have to come back. I'm gonna call your brother and tell him that you don't feel so good." Claire nodded, she would protest in silence. "Thank you, nurse." Claire tilted her head to the door to notion that her and Liam should get back to class.
Liam opened the door and stepped through, shutting it quietly behind them. He glanced at his watch. "There's almost no point in going back to class, the bell's going to ring in a couple of minutes," he said. "How about we just go straight to next lesson?"
"Sure thing.",Claire said. She sniffled, trying to get the smell of dry blood out of her nose. "What do we have next?",she asked. Claire knew it couldn't be anything too good, unless it was History, because English had already passed. She would make a fool out of herself in math, and probably fail that class throughout the course of the year.
Liam consulted his timetable and groaned. "Double chemistry," he cursed. "I swear Doctor Andrews wants me dead. Every time I answer a question wrong, it's as if he's plotting how he could kill me and still make it look like an accident."
"Since he is a chemist there are many ways that he could kill you and make it look like an accident. He tried to kill me one time, and my face turned black when I was playing with chemicals in lab." Claire proclaimed. She dreaded chemistry, but she knew how to deal with the chemicals involved in it. She knew how to handle the matter, and the energy involved in the changes, but not the changes it under goes. She was never able to deal with too much change in general.
"The head was probably asleep when he appointed him," Liam chuckled, only half joking. "Perhaps you could help me in this class too." He wasn't quite sure why he was asking for help. Science was the subject he was best at. He got full marks in most papers. Perhaps it was because he liked talking to Claire. She was pretty cool.
Claire giggled softly,"I think you might need to help me out with this one, I'm the English, and Global History type of girl. Math and Chemistry on the other hand, are not my cup of tea." She was being completely honest too. If Liam could help her out with her Chemistry and she could help him out with his English, maybe their averages could increase sufficiently.
Liam smiled gently. "I'd like that," he said, meaning it. It was just then that the bell rang for the next class. He held out his hand to her, not really thinking. "Come on, we don't want to be late for dear Doctor Andrews."
Claire placed her hand in his involuntarily and walked with him to Chemistry. "It's only the beginning of the school year, I'm sure it couldn't be that bad." Claire had spoken too soon, she saw a stack of what looked like quizes piled ontop of Doctor Andrews' desk.
"Come on," Liam grinned lopsidedly. "Sit next to me and I can tell you the answers. He won't even notice, he's as blind as a bat anyway." He paused for a moment. "If bats were actually blind. They aren't, it's just a misconception. I should say blind as a Ganges River Dolphin or something."
"Bat's use there sense of sound in most cases, and he can't hear either.",Claire whispered. She went to the back of the room in the left corner and left an empty seat next to her for Liam. "What could he possibly test us on?",she asked,"We didn't learn anything yet."
Liam went and sat next to her, unpacking his pens and notebook from his bag. "I don't have a clue what the quiz is on," he smirked. "What I do know is that you're sitting next to probably the only guy in the class who's already read this year's textbook."
Doctor Andrews' voice was loud and rusty when he spoke, probably because he couldn't hear himself speak. "We're going to have a quick ten question quiz today worth a hundred points about what you learned last year.",he said. There was dry drool on the corner of his mouth, and what appeared to be egg and coffee stains on his short. "Any questions? Good." Claire couldn't help, but laugh lightly as the senile old man handed out quizzes.
Liam turned over his paper and glanced over the questions. It was nothing too difficult and he was pretty confident he could get all the answers right. He looked at Claire to see how she was getting on, absentmindedly scrawling his name at the top of the page.