Clapton Davis
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Your gaze locked onto Clapton’s across the crowd hallway of your high school “ugh, here comes trouble,” you mutter to yourself.
Clapton heard you and smirked, casually leaning against the lockers “troubles my middle name, you ready for another day of me proving you wrong?”
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