CLARE'S P.O.V.

Eli wasn't here.

I sighed. Whatever. I thought, I shouldn't actually care anyway.

But I did. I did a lot.

I turned to face Adam, who sat next to me in English, who was jamming out to his iPod on the highest volume possible. He was probably blowing out his brains along with his ear drums, but I ignored it. This information pressed a tad bit more important than giving Adam another useless lecture about his ear drum's health.

"Adam." I said, tapping his desk with my pencil.

"Huh?" He jerked slightly, back in to reality, then slid his earphones off his ears, and turned off his iPod. "Yes, Clare?" He asked, slightly irritated, once he saw it was me.

"Where's..."

"Eli?" He finished for me. "Beats me. The dude doesn't exactly clue me in all the time." He added, a slight hurt in his tone. While Eli and Adam were best friends, Adam hadn't fully recovered from their last spat.

I sighed, turning back to my assignment, and began to write. Hopefully, this assignment would come easier then dealing with Eli's tendency to go AWOL.