Author's note: I have an unhealthy obsession with Munro Chambers. Eclare is my life. I have no problem with this. Do you?
Story until now: Eli and Clare are an official couple, and Clare is buying tickets to Vegas Night.
I had just paid for the tickets to the Vegas Night dance, when Fitz came up to me. "Hey Edwards", he said, "It's pretty risky, investing all that cash into those tickets, when your emo boy date might not make it to the dance tonight." I hated it when he threatened Eli like that. "Look Fitz, this little feud that you and Eli have needs to end. I don't care what he did, but you need to leave him alone." Fitz's face twisted with amusement. "I would leave your girly little boyfriend alone, but thing is, he got me stuck in Simpson's office for two hours, and we both know that I had nothing to do with that stink bomb." Oh God! Fitz knew something was up. What was there to do but tell him the truth? "Look, Eli only did that to protect me. I set off the stink bomb." He glared at me and then said, "Well, looks like you owe me, or your little boyfriend is going to get it." Now I was mad. "No, I don't owe you. Anything. I'm not getting involved in this thing you guys have. Eli can take care of himself." With that I stormed off, down the hallway. When I got to my locker, I saw that Eli, Adam, and Allie were waiting there for me. Allie was making a schedule for the night. "Okay Clare, Jenna, and I are getting ready at Clare's house, and then Drew and Adam are coming over, and taking Jenna and I. Then Eli will arrive, and whisk Clare away for a romantic evening at Vegas Night." Oh Allie, what would I do without her? Eli put his arm around me and pulled me close to him. He looked at me and said, "Were you aware of this plan?" He had already made me smile so many times today, that my cheeks hurt as I said, "No, but She would do it anyways." We walked out of the school and over to Eli's car.
My mom was home when Eli dropped me off. I could see her staring out of the window. She probably thought I was being delivered in a body bag or something. "Who is that boy? What kind of a car is that? Did he touch you?" Her questions probably came from some parenting book, so I stayed calm. "That boy is Elijah Goldsworthy. He drives that car because he wants to, and no mother he has not touched me." I laughed in my head when I saw the look of bewilderment on her face. "Well, then… um…. Carry on", and she went upstairs. One bridge crossed, now I had an even harder dilemma. What was I going to wear?