New story!

And it's my first lemons story so it's a little sucky during the smut parts.

*Disclaimer* I do not own Degrassi, nor do I own Maroon 5's If I Never See Your Face Again which is not only the name of the story put what it's inspired by. And I also don't own How To Love by Lil' Wayne.

The lyrics at the ends of the chapters and the names of the chapters won't always be in order, so if you're going by the song: Don't. Cause it'll mess you up. What ever the chapter has to do with, is where I will get the lyrics from.

Make sense?

Good.

And this is an A/U fic, keep in mind.

Love Always,

~Pho:)


Summary: Met at a Rave, friends of friends Eli and Clare hit it off right away. Both wanting to get over their past, they do what any other drunk teenager going into college would have done. A one-night-stand leaves them both flustered and confused, and most importantly, not expecting to see the other again. Especially not in the same Creative Writing Class. *Warning* A/u, Lemons


Chapter 1

I Let You Slip Away

Clare Edwards. Nineteen year old, blue-eyed, auburn haired beauty. Straight out of high school, top of the Degrassi Community School Class of 2011. Beloved by many, she and her two best friends, Ali Bhandari and Bianca De Sousa, were getting their last kicks and giggles out at a rave Bianca knew in downtown Toronto. Contrary to the two vibrant young ladies on either of Clare's sides, she wasn't much of a partier. Sure, she liked to dance with the rest of them—and was rather good at it mind you, but nothing like the ravenous Latina to her right. But she wasn't up for the typical teenage idiocy that seemed to posses her high school. But tonight was different. In a weeks time, the three would be attending Toronto University and they were now celebrating and enjoying their last bits of summer freedom. Not only that, but they were celebrating Clare's new relationship status; Single.

Ali Bhandari was a small, nearly pint sized, Indian girl. But don't let her size fool you—when she got into one of her fits, she was scary. Piss her off, and you'd have hell to pay. Obsessed with men, all she wanted was a 'good time' tonight.

Then there was Bianca De Sousa. She seemed very out of place in this group. She was the perfect image of a Latina Princess, olive-toned skin, luscious brown curls, and deep chocolate brown eyes. She was a bit of a hot mess and found herself dialing Clare's number often if she was too high or wasted to drive herself home. Cross her, and she can be a complete bitch. But when it comes to her two best friends, Clare and Ali, she'd do anything.

"Oh come on, Clare Bear. Cheer up!" Ali demanded, "It's our last free night together to party so hard we won't remember what we did last Tuesday! Fitz was a douche bag and deserves everything he got."

"Mark and I dated for two years—"

"And for one and a half of that he was shoving his dick between Jenna's legs." Bianca quipped as she downed her Corona.

"Not helping, Bee," Clare seethed, "but how do you get over that?" She asked advice of her two tipsy friends.

"You know what you need?" Bianca slurred, "A good fuck!" She exclaimed with a giggle.

"Bianca!"

"No, no, no, she's right Clare," Ali stepped up, "The best way to get over a man, is to get under a new one!"

Clare looked at them, clearly displeased, "I'm not going to sleep with a random stranger." She clarified.

"But after you do, they won't be strangers anymore." Ali pointed out.

"Yeah, Clare. And it's not like you're a virgin anymore. And let me tell you; once you start, you just can't stop! Mmm!" Bianca practically moaned when a hot guy passed by the three.

"Okay, okay, okay," Ali stepped in, "You may not need to get laid, but you do need one of these," She handed Clare a Cosmo, "Bottoms up!" She cheered as they clinked their cups. They held onto each others hands and made their way to the dance floor. What began as a small grinding train turned into a mass of male bodies, each begging for their chance to dance with the three breathtaking ladies.

xXx

Eli Goldsworthy was the last person you'd ever expect to be at this party. His two buddies, Adam and Drew Torres dragged him here to get his mind off his ex, Imogen Moreno. But Eli, being Eli, was stubborn. He wasn't a heavy drinker or a womanizer like the two—or maybe just Drew—beside him, but he's admit, maybe just this time wouldn't be so bad.

"C'mon bro, get over her. That bitch treated you like shit and was a stage five clinger. She practically stalked your life!" Drew said.

"Bro, you gotta stop watching the Jersey Shore. It's going to kill the last three brain cells you have left." Eli chuckled.

"All reality TV aside, Drew's right. You need to find someone new. Preferably someone who doesn't have their own person copy of your medical records." Adam joked.

"Yeah man, I mean the girls go crazy over you. You're twenty, good looking, and your whole attitude just screams, 'figure me out!'. Dude, chicks dig that!"

Eli chuckled, "I am irresistible, aren't I?" He smirked to himself.

"Way to go, Andrew; his ego just grew so big it can't even fit in Canada anymore! It grew all the way out to Alaska!" Adam exclaimed, half serious.

"Oh, hardy, har, har." Eli said sarcastically.

He took a sip of his drink and let his eyes wander the club-like rave, until they stopped dead center in the middle of the dance floor. His eyes met a porcelain skinned, auburn haired beauty, surrounded by almost all the men at the party. Her red tinted curls bounced with each move she made, the lights catching in the black sequins of her vest which stopped right under her breasts. The white silk and lace tank top was riding up, showing her ivory colored midriff. But what captured the twenty year old's admiration was her large, bright sapphires she had for eyes. He was mesmerized.

He continued to pay attention to nothing else but the mystery beauty on the dance floor, "Eli…Earth to Eli, come in Eli!" Adam tried getting the attention of his best friend. He and Drew followed Eli's star struck gaze and gasped simultaneously.

"Is that—" Drew started.

"Miss Saint Clare Edwards," Adam finished, smirking.

This caught Eli's attention, "Who?"

"Clare Edwards. She's nineteen and went to mine and Drew's old high school, Degrassi. She was a good friend of mine until we moved and transferred to Bardell." Adam answered.

"Clare Bear's really grown up, hasn't she?" Drew muttered, taking in her matured, womanly form.

"Jesus, Eli, if you stare any harder, you'll burn holes in her head." Adam joked, but Eli was too busy looking at Clare Edwards.

"Man, she's beautiful." He murmured to himself.

xXx

Clare could feel a pair of eyes on her as she dance and began searching for who it was. Once she was able to see past the sea of men, her eyes clashed with a pair of deep, never-ending green eyes. She gouged the expression of the owner's face; a strong, defined jaw, a thin nose, and an amused smirk adorning his thin lips that Clare found quite sexy. She blushed and looked down, causing Bianca behind her to stop dancing.

"Alright, Edwards, who is it?" She questioned knowingly.

"N-no one." She tried feigning innocence but the stuttering was a dead give away.

"Lying is a sin, Saint Clare," Ali teased, "Now spill!" When Clare wouldn't budge, she and Bianca began to scope the Rave but stopped when their eyes landed on the same boy, "That's not him, right?" Ali asked pointing to a tall, dark skinned built boy Clare thought looked oddly familiar standing beside the smirking boy.

Clare shook her head, "No."

Ali and Bianca turned to each other, "I CALL DIBS!" they screamed in unison, "Clare! Tell her I want him!" They complained.

Clare giggled and came up with a compromise, "Rock, Paper, Scissors for it." She giggled. They went through the ten year old like competition and Bianca beat Ali, two out of three. She won the man.

"So, Clare Bear, where's your man?" Bianca asked as they three walked away from the dance floor and back towards the bar.

"I don't have one. I told you, it was nothing."

"Oh no, Edwards. Something's got you hot and bothered and I want to know who." She demanded.

"Don't worry about me, go find that guy." Clare urged her.

"You come with me! There were three guys, you can have one too!" She shouted as she pulled her and Ali in that direction. They stopped in front of them and Ali and Bianca started flirting.

"Why hello there," Bianca said seductively to the tall one. Meanwhile, Clare's eyes were glued to the mesmerizing greens one that had been staring at her earlier.

"Well if it isn't Clare Edwards." A familiar voice said. Clare broke her gaze from the mystery boy and looked to his left to see a boy, slightly taller with pale blue eyes and auburn hair, slightly darker than her own.

"Is that…Adam? Adam Torres?" She questioned in disbelief.

"The one and only." Adam answered.

"Oh my goodness, I haven't seen you since tenth grade!" She exclaimed as she went to give him a hug.

"Right? It's been so long! We should have never lost touch." He said, joining her embrace. Clare missed Adam. On their first day of ninth grade, they both found themselves friendless and eating in the Zen Garden. They ran into each other, Clare spilling her milk all over him, him spilling his mashed potatoes on her. They were best friends ever since.

"So who are your friends, Clare?" Ali asked as she began to eye Adam.

"Right. This," She pointed to Adam, "Is an old friend of mine who went to Degrassi before you came, that," She pointed to Drew, who was now flirting with Bianca, "Is his older step brother, Drew, and this…?" She trailed off pointing to the boys she didn't know.

"Oh, Clare. This is my friend, Eli Goldsworthy." Adam introduced. She looked back to the intriguing man standing next to her childhood friend.

"Clare." She said blushing, offering her hand.

"Eli." He said, returning the gesture. The stood there, silently as their friends drifted off to dance with one another. Clare broke the silence.

"So, how do you know Adam and Drew?" She asked nonchalantly.

Eli chuckled, "When he transferred to Bardell, he and I entered the same contest to win tickets to the 2010 Dead Hand Reunion Tour. We had to keep our hands on a truck and neither one of us were gonna cave so we split the four tickets. We went together, he brought Drew, we've been best friends ever since."

"Ahh…interesting story. I guess I've finally met someone who's as stubborn and hard headed as Adam over there," Clare chuckled, "He was my only friend in grades nine and ten. We were both loners so we just started being lonely together. Soon after he left, I met Ali and Bianca."

"Are you and Adam the same age?" He asked.

"Yup. Just turned nineteen last Wednesday." She nodded.

"Oh, so you're out celebrating your birthday?"

"No, we came to enjoy our last bits of freedom until college. Well, and me being newly single."

"Same here. She was kinda…clingy. Don't like talking about it." He shuttered.

"I wish my ex was. He cheated on me during most of our relationship." Clare muttered sadly.

"Sorry to hear that. He's an ass, letting someone as beautiful as you slip away."

Clare looked up at him and smiled, "Thank you."

"You know, you have really pretty eyes." He complimented.

"Thanks." Just then, Bianca came back, dragging Drew with her.

"Claaaare….Are you gonna dance or what? It's no fun with out you."

"Sure, Bee, give me a sec," Bianca glanced at Eli and giggled, but walked away. Clare to back to Eli.

"Well? You wanna dance?" He asked, offering his hand.

"Sure." She grabbed it and walked to the dance floor. As they stepped on, How To Love by Lil' Wayne started playing, and she wrapped her thin arms around his waist, bringing her right against him.

You had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart. Never really had luck couldn't never figure out. How to love. How to love. You had a lot of moments that didn't last forever. Now you in the corner tryna put it together. How to love. How to love.

They stared into each others' lust filled eyes as their hips moved rhythmically against each others, one of Clare's legs wrapped behind Eli's, Clare biting her lip.

Eli lowered his head to Clare's ear, "God, you have no idea how bad I want you when you bite your lip like that," He growled.

Clare moaned. Not know what took over her, she grabbed Eli's face and brought it down forcefully to hers. Their lips mashed together hungrily and desperately, their tongues wrestling for dominance. Eli's hands traveled up her shirt, palming the under side up her breasts, causing Clare to involuntarily moan. Eli had picked Clare up and wrapped her legs around his waist, carrying them to an open room somewhere—anywhere. They stopped against walls along the way, continuing to suck each other's faces off. They finally found a vacant room and went in, slamming and locking the door behind them, Eli immediately pulling at the clothes covering her torso and swiftly removing her bra.

"Do you…have a…condom?" Clare asked between gasps and kisses.

"I'm drunk, not stupid." Eli answered with a chuckle, causing Clare to roll her eyes.

"Tell me; do you do this often?" Eli asked as he lied her down on the bed they were lucky enough to find.

"Sleep with random people? Never. I've only been with one other man in my life." Clare breathed out silently.

"I guess that makes me special." He stated smugly.

"Just shut up and take your pants off." She muttered, working at the buttons of his shirt.

"Never thought you'd ask…" He murmured, pulling off his acid wash skinny jeans.

Clare plunged her hand in his boxers, stroking his growing member, causing Eli to moan in her mouth. He looked down at her, his eyes so dark with lust they were almost black. She pulled his boxers down to his ankles. Eli questioned her with her eyes, making sure this was okay. She nodded her head. He rolled on the condom and pushed into her, causing her to scream out in ecstasy. Eli almost lost it feeling how tight she was around him, her walls clenching and unclenching in pleasure around him.

"God, you're so fucking tight." He growled against her lips as his hands moved down to massage her clit.

"Mmm, oh, God!" She moaned out. She could feel her release coming, as the elastic band began to brake in her lower abdomen.

"Fuck…ohhh, fuck!" Eli moaned loudly as he released. He continued rubbing on Clare's clit to bring her to her peak.

"Ohh, ohh! Fuck-k-k-k!' She screamed as the elastic band burst in her abdomen. When he felt her release, he collapsed onto her chest.

As Clare caught her breath, she began to laugh.

"What's so funny?" Eli asked her.

"I just slept with a total stranger. I never though I'd ever be in this situation." She laughed again.

"Is that a good or a bad thing?" He asked, smirking.

"The way you made me feel was a…very good, good thing," She murmured in bliss.

"And I'm not a stranger; I'm a…friend of a friend." He mused.

"Speaking of friends, we better get back before ours start to worry." Clare said, sighing sadly. She truly didn't want to go. She enjoyed Eli's company and was sad as she realized she probably would never see him again.

Eli sighed, too, "Yeah, I guess you're right." Eli muttered, rolling off of her. He grabbed his boxers thrown on the floor and slipped them on along with his skinny jeans. Clare took a moment that she hadn't before to ogle his naked upper body, his toned abs showing signs of a forming six pack, his back muscles contacting as he threw on his tee shirt.

Clare sighed half heartedly as she pulled up her black skinny jeans, whit tank top and sequined vest. She fixed her make out hair and stood up, trying to erase any evidence she just had sex with someone she'd only known for fifteen minutes. Eli turned to her and smirked,

"Ready?" He asked, walking towards the door.

"Yeah," I stood up. Just before he opened the door, he pulled her in for one more feverent but passionate kiss.

"Because I'll probably never see you again," He said, smiling meekly.

She smiled sadly and nodded her head, walking out the door to find Ali and Bianca.

They wadded their way through the mass of people until they found Ali dancing with Adam and Bianca flirting with Drew on the side.

"Hey, Clare! Where have you been?" Ali called over the music.

"Oh, I was just talking to Eli." She covered. She wasn't going to tell her friends that she did exactly what she said she wouldn't. She would look like a hypocrite. Not only a hypocrite but she'd look like a whore. Her friends wouldn't think her one but she felt like it.

"Alright, well we have to go. Our shift at the Dot starts at ten tomorrow and Bee's wasted." Ali said as she pointed to a giggling Bianca sitting in Drew's lap.

"Okay, let me just go say bye to—" She turned around and he was gone. Eli was gone. This made Clare feel terrible. Not only did she sleep with a random stranger but she degraded herself. He's probably been with a different girl every night, using the same catch lines over and over again. She felt like a fool. She let herself succumb to lust and he used her. She's not going to say he took advantage of her. Sure, she was a little tipsy, but was fully aware of her actions. But it didn't matter to him. All he wanted was a good fuck. Well that's what he got.

As a matter of fact, that's what she got. A good fuck. Just like Bianca said she should. He treated her like nothing, she could do the same. It was merely a one-night-stand; they happened all the time. No different with them. Why should she feel bad? She wouldn't. She would forget Eli Goldsworthy. She would never see his face again, and she didn't mind. He had no hold on her.

"Never mind. Let's go." She said, gathering up Ali and Bianca and going to her car, praying Bianca wouldn't throw up in the back seat.

But there was a small part of herself nagging her, telling her she wouldn't be able to forget that easily. There was something about Eli that pulled her to him. If it was anybody else…no. Stop it, she thought to herself. She pushed Eli Goldsworthy as far away from her mind as she could, driving to her house which was thankfully unoccupied because her mother was spending the night with her boyfriend, Jerry (Ewwww). This meant she wouldn't get in trouble for under age drinking.

"So Clare, what did you and Mister Tall Dark and Mysterious do?" Ali teased as the pulled out of the parking lot.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing." She answered.

xXx

"So what happened with you and Clare Bear?" Adam asked Eli as they left the Rave.

"Nothing, Adam, leave it alone." Eli mumbled grumpily.

"Aw, what's wrong? Did poor wittle Ewi not scwore?" Drew teased.

"Got farther than you." He countered, snappily.

"Oooooh! Burn!" Adam said.

"Than what's the problem man?"

"I let her slip away." He muttered sadly. He felt stupid. He was just talking about how stupid her ex boyfriend was, and here he was, boned her and left. She said she would never do this. Ever. But there was something different with him. The same was for Eli. He genuinely liked her and he let her slip away.

"You mean you didn't get her digits? Don't worry man, there's other chicks." Drew said. Patting him on the back.

"Not like her. Not like her."

Now as the summer fades, I let you slip away.


So…

What'd ya think?

Did it suck?

Should I just stop it all together? Or do you guys want more?

Yeah, that's what I thought!

Sorry again if the smut was bad, but it was my first time.

And like I said: This is an A/U fic. Clare will be closer with Bianca than Ali. I just like the idea of their friendship. And yes I used Fitz instead of KC, but whatever.

And yes. I trashed Imogen. I don't like her. And the fact that I'm an EClare shipper has nothing to do with why I don't like her, it has to do with the fact that she's sabotaging and manipulating Eli when he obviously needs help. If Eli and Clare never got back together I wouldn't care as long as Eli doesn't go closer to the edge with Imogen pushing him over. Because I like Jake, I think he's hilarious. I have no problem with the fact he's involved with Clare and Eli's not. Just don't be mad at me for calling her a stalker (cause newsflash, she is!)

So…

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~Pho:)