"Okay, I'll come over later. See ya later, Eli."
"Are you trying to get rid of me?"
Eli half-joked, cast his girlfriend a worried glance, then pulled her to his chest. He wrapped his arms securely around her waist, into a tight, bone-crushing hug. "Eli, I can't breath..." Clare giggled, running her fingers through his dark, messy locks.
He sighed and loosened his hold around her a little. "Are you sure you're going to be fine here... Alone?"
The auburn haired girl sighed. "I'll be fine, Eli. Don't be such a worrywart." She giggled softly, wrapping her arms around his neck. He didn't look reassured, convinced. "I'll be fine, Eli." She said firmly, her blue eyes grew big. "You don't trust me, Lijah?"
"Of course I do." He sighed. "Of course I trust you, Clarebear."
Clare's eyes sparkled. She looked up at him expectantly. "It's the people you hang out with that I don't trust. Of course I trust you, babe." Clare rolled her eyes. "Eli. I'm pretty sure no one will be left here. Only me, Eli." She tapped his nose gently. "Only me."
Eli frowned. "That's what I'm worried about. What if some perve comes in and attacks you? What if someone is hiding here right now, listening to us, and waiting for me to leave so he could make his move?" Clare groaned. Eli was such a drama king.
She opened her mouth to speak, but Eli cut her off. "How do you know no one will be left here? That no one's hiding? What if Fitz is hiding here somewhere? Or that Zig kid? Or one of your admirers? Just the other day, I heard this guy comment about your chest, and I was about to pu-"
"Eli! Enough!"
She pursed her lips, annoyed. Eli could be so overprotective sometimes. "Trust me on this, Eli. No one will be here." She wrinkled her nose in disgust. "No one's hiding here. Not Zig, or Drew, or Fitz. What do you think they'll do to me? Rape me? God Eli, they're my friends. Nice people. They are not the perves you think they are." Eli scowled.
"They have urges like I do. You're a beautiful girl, why wouldn't they grab the chance and take you? They'll act on impulse, instinct and -
"Eli, please." She snorted. "Enough."
She touched his face gently with a soft, tiny hand. His hold around her waist tightened. "I think it's cute that you're being overprotective. A little bit annoying, but cute, and sweet." She said softly, smiling. "But I can handle myself. I'll be safe, I promise." Her blue eyes shimmered.
"In situations like these, you need to trust me."
He still looked worried. She sighed and stood on her toes and kissed him lightly on the lips. "I'll be fine, Lijah." He sighed, relenting. How could he resist his adorable girlfriend?
"Alright. I trust you babe, but..." He kissed her forehead. "But... I'm only leaving you here for just this one time, next time, I'll be here, with you."
"Thank you, Eli."
"But... One more question. Why exactly do you have to be alone? Why can't I stay with you? Watch over you? Protect you from unknown harm and evil?"
"Eli!" She sighed. "Because... I can't think straight when you're around." She blushed, then giggled. "And besides, you might do something perverted again, thus making me lose concentration, and we'll end up doing it on the floor or desk or something like that." He smirked.
"Do you want to?"
"Eli!" She blushed. "No... I have to get the sports article and fashion article done tonight. I won't be able to finish it with you around, and-"
He smirked and pulled her into a kiss. Her cheeks turned red as they made out. She pulled away after a few seconds, out of breath. She blushed and smacked him on the arm. "You have to go now, Eli. Or I'll never get anything done."
He leaned in for another kiss, but Clare turned her head, and he ended up kissing her on the cheek.
"Clare!" He pouted.
"Eli, I'm serious. You gotta go. Now." She laughed, then put on a serious face. He sighed and kissed her on the lips. "You better be at my house later. Eight'o clock, on the dot." She giggled. "Yes." He sighed again and kissed her forehead. "See ya later, babe."
He began to walk away. Clare smiled as he turned to look at her. "Don't worry, Eli. I'll be fine. Silly Eli." He sighed and quickly left the classroom before he could change his mind. Clare shook her head, a faint smile on her face, whole bringing out pens and paper.
Clare wiped her forehead, tired. Writing articles for the school paper was a bit hard, and tiring. She should have never agreed to finish the paper all by herself. She wished Connor, Wesley and Alli were with her, helping her out. She couldn't finish sports page by herself.
She didn't know much about basketball, or soccer.
She sighed. The sports page was the only page she couldn't finish, the only page she was having a hard time with.
The others were already finished, except the sports page. The stupid sports page. She really needed K.C. right now. He was an expert when it came to sports, since he played basketball and a little bit of soccer. She sighed and stood up.
She glanced at her watch. It was almost six. She had two hours left to finish the spots article, plenty of time to finish it. Plenty of time to relax, take a break. Just for a few minutes. She yawned and sat back down on the stool she was sitting on and lay her head on the desk in front of her.
She began to close her eyes.
But they immediately opened again when she felt something brush her shoulder. She narrowed her eyes, and her heart began to pound. Was someone in the room with her? Then she sighed. 'Must be the wind...' She did leave the windows open, after all.
Her heart beat began to return to normal.
She began to close her eyes again. Then she screamed as she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist. She turned around, frightened. Then she sighed in relief as she saw the person holding her. "Oh..." She laughed, putting a hand to her heart. "K.C., you scared me!"
K.C. just stared at her. Clare cleared her throat, uncomfortable with the way he was holding her, and how tight and long he was holding her. K.C. let go of her, noticing her discomfort. Clare smiled and tucked a lock of short curly hair behind her ear.
"What brings you here, K.C.?"
He didn't respond, and Clare shifted uncomfortably. What was wrong with him? "I'm here.. To finish the paper..." He said after a few moments. Clare smiled radiantly, ignoring her pounding heart. "That's great, let's finish it together. I kinda need help with the sports page. And I gotta finish it now, so I can see Eli later. I don't want to keep him waiting, and worrying." She laughed.
K.C. didn't respond. Clare cast him a worried glance. "Are you okay? Because you don't look so- eeeee!"
K.C. roughly took her by the waist and pinned her against the desk, holding both of her hands in one of his large ones. Clare struggled against him and her face turned red as his knee pressed into her center. "K.C.! What are you doing?!" K.C.'s hair covered his eyes, but his expression was dark.
"What I should have done a long time ago."