"this fire is out of control
i'm going to burn this city, burn this city
if this fire is out of control then i
i'm out of control"
A fire has three parts to it.
Derrick Harrington [heat] He has this pretty bad reputation – rumor has it he slept with girls in alphabetical order by first and last names, and now he's moving on to the Greek alphabet.
Can play the field in more ways than one. The soccer star has been around, to say the least. His messed blond hair, his smoldering dark eyes, his care-free smile, his subtle words, they make him more approachable than (broody) Josh Hotz, less disgusting than (sleazy) Kemp Hurley, more interesting than (dim) Chris Plovert, and more impressive than (sweet) Cam Fisher.
Claire Lyons [air] Untouchable. Claire is like walking proof that perfection does exist, with perfect grades and perfect clothes and a perfect family and a perfect record and a perfect life, in general.
Blonde hair never out of place, blue eyes always sparkling. Pale skin never blemished and pink lips that never talk to anyone besides (just as exclusive) Massie Block. Claire Lyons is the epitome of innocence; rainbows and flowers and cotton candy. There isn't a crack in her perfect exterior, and everyone figures that her interior isn't slowly deteriorating into a billion pieces.
The Bet [fuel] - Three hundred bucks, Claire Lyons, end of the school year.
And there is absolutely no way in hell this could go wrong.
author's note: i do not own "clique" (lisi harrison) or "perfect chemistry" (simon elkeles.) please review. lyrics are from franz ferdinand.