Disclaimer: Degrassi isn't mine. Neither is the song. 'Chain Reaction' is property of Ke$ha (I am so sorry for using a Ke$ha song. Random, huh?)

A/N: I was told by Aradiea that I owe her big time. So, I guess this is me making it up to her? XD IDK. This was meant to be a oneshot, but I kinda want more than one chapter, so. Yeah. Sorry it's short. I hope you like it!

CHAIN REACTION

Lord help me. It gets worse every time I see him, every time those eyes bore into my very soul. I have to pray three times as much now, just because he told me how stunning I look in fitted jeans. I don't think I can even look at Eli anymore, it's embarrassing how bright my face turns when he smirks that... arrogant, smug, dare I say sexy? smirk. I think he lives to make me squirm, to get a reaction out of me. And believe me, it works. Somehow, Eli Goldsworthy's got me under a spell that I can't shake, under feelings I can't explain. And all he's doing is replaying these inexplainable actions and tripping me further.

It gets hard to sleep at night. Thoughts of him plague my mind when my lights go out, when my eyes close. Thoughts like, what would happen if he came to my window, just once, and tapped gently to get my attention, this late at night - two-thirty in the morning, precisely, because this is how late he keeps me up at night - and when I opened that window he'd say to me,

"May I come in, Clare?" like in the vampire stories I love so much. And my heart would stop, my mouth would go dry, and all I'd be able to do was nod and step aside, eyes wide and questioning, begging. He'd always seem to know what story my eyes told, and he'd always deliver, lips pressing softly yet firmly to my pale neck as he worked me backwards onto my bed, silently.

"Eli," I'd rasp as his sharp teeth grazed my throat, knowing what was to come, waiting, anticipating. I wanted it, so bad. Then, as the points of his teeth would begin to puncture -

Beep!

My wide eyes travel to the clock: three-twelve, I shouldn't be awake right now. I sigh and reach for my Bible, the one that stays on my nightstand next to my bed. I hold it close to my chest and steady my breathing. Forgive me, Lord, for I have sinned...

Beep!

I blink and sit up. My laptop is still on? Who would be awake at this ungodly hour? Besides me, of course. I shouldn't respond, though. I need to get some sleep, and hopefully not dream about a certain green-eyed vampire sneaking into my bedroom and - Stop it, Clare! I groan and lay back, Bible in hand, curling up in my blankets. A content sigh slips past my lips as only darkness lurks under my eyelids. No Eli. Thank you, Lord.

Beep!

I almost screamed. Was it just me, or did that particular one sound violent? That's it. I place my Bible back where I found it, throw my blankets off of me and walk to my desk. I move the mouse and the screen lights up, coming to life. Whoever's been instant messaging me better have a good reason -

eli-gold49: what are you doing awake, gorgeous?

My heart skips a beat, my face flaming hot.

eli-gold49: too busy for your lonely English partner? ;)

I bite my lip to hold back a laugh. He could be really cute sometimes, though if I ever said that to him, his ego would fly through the roof. But the next thing he said, the one with the violent beep...

eli-gold49: don't make me come over there, Clare! I won't wait for you to invite me in. don't doubt my commitment.

"Lord," I whispered, eyes closed. "Lord. Please. Forgive me, for I have sinned," I spoke the words over and over.

Beep!

I looked at the screen.

eli-gold49: I'm coming over.

eli-gold49 has just signed off.

Lord help me.

I feel like I'm hallucinating

Yeah you're tripping me out

I can't control, it's you I'm craving

I can just tell you're down.