Clara following on with Phoebe’s pretend to be friends act while walking down the hall made things a lot easier. If we ignore the tension she felt with every step she took, but luckily it was never hard for her to keep her cool and act as if nothing was wrong. She was doing this with everyone, for her own personal reasons, for a while now. Pretending… but she was still her bubbly, confident self. ”I feel offended by that,” she giggled to herself when Clara mentioned she doesn’t like tea, with her free hand tightly holding onto her white bag. If she liked the girl she’d actually enjoy this conversation but that was not the case. All she wanted was to get to a spot with not many people around, make sure she was safe and as her very important question before walking away and hoping not to bump into Clara ever again.
And she would’ve done that - walked away, if Clara only had a different answer. Yet. That one word echoed in Phoebe’s mind while she tried to keep a calm smile on her face. Act as if that words meant nothing, as if she didn’t know what they were talking about. ”Hm,” Phoebe mumbled, now twirling a strand of her own hair as she let her gaze fall down. ”Why are you so serious? I’m just messing with you… I trust you,” with that she looked up at her again, another soft giggle escaping her lips as she gently nudged Clara with her elbow. Was she joking? No. But she also didn’t want to upset her and this was the only way to move on from that conversation. Pretend what Clara said didn’t bother her when it did, quite a lot. ”Have I told you I really like that shirt? Where did you get it from?” And talking about literally anything else was what Phoebe hoped would help. Especially if she threw in a little compliment.
@Caticorn - Clara