Author's Notes: This is just a short (very short) companion piece to "All Falls Down Part 2." Plenty more Degrassi fanfiction to come from me in the next month, but I just wanted to get this out.
Disclaimer: No.
It was official. Clare hated Eli.
With every single thought, she hated him. She hated how he couldn't let anything go. She hated how he always had to have a plan. She hated how he senselessly escalated a feud that had just turned into a war. She hated that he wouldn't let her try and end it peacefully. She hated that he wouldn't trust her to take care of herself. She hated that he couldn't think of any other option to keep her safe.
As she ran through the halls, she realized that she hated most, beyond all of these, above everything else, that the thought of Fitz with a knife sent her mind into so many terrified thoughts that it paralyzed her. She hated how weak she felt when she thought about how bad this could go. She hated that the first thing she did, the first thing she had to do, was go and find him, Eli, because if anything happened to him, if the last words she said to him were an angry condemnation of his fate, then any moment after this night would mean nothing, because she wouldn't be able to live with herself.
She hated that he made her care.
She hated that he made her do crazy things, un-Clare-like things, without even a second thought.
She hated that he made her hate him, love him, all in the same thought.
She hated that when she saw him leaning against the lockers, unharmed, she almost lost the ability to walk.
And she hated that, when she saw him there, and when he pushed her away from him, Fitz approaching, knife in hand, she couldn't hate him at all, not even one bit.