CLARK POV:
So yeah—Mom didn't come home, and somehow, by the grace of whatever guardian angel watches over idiots and evil twins, I got away with it. No broken vases, no calls from neighbors, no angry texts from Mom asking why there were tire skid marks on the driveway. It was like the universe decided to look the other way just this once.
Clare's chaos party flew under the radar. Again. But I'm not stupid. Or at least, not stupid enough to rely on blind luck twice.
I am not going to roll the dice a second time. I mean, this girl still had those videos of me singing like some cracked-out geography idol, and if she used them once to blackmail me, she'd definitely use them again. Probably when I'm meeting some Memoville professor on Zoom or something and she thinks, "Oh, wouldn't it be funny if they heard Clark's rap about the tributaries of the Amazon?"
