This is my first story, so please read and review and tell me if I can make it writing these fanfics=) I had fun writing it, so hopefully you all like it.

-Eli-

After the whole Vegas Night ordeal, no one knew what would happen when we came back to Degrassi. Simpson's words were pretty clear, "You won't even recognize your school." Yet none of us could even begin to imagine what he really meant by it. I guess we will find out next week.

I received my new school uniform and rule book today in the mail. Along with it was a letter from Mr. Simpson explaining that after the over-escalated violence and being lied to he felt that as students, we had taken things too far and should receive the consequences of our actions.

I think this is going way too far. Way before I had even heard of Degrassi Public School, some kid brought a gun to school after he just couldn't stand the bullying for one more minute. He shot a kid…and soon after he was killed as well. This Vegas Night thing was nothing compared to that. No one got killed or even physically wounded. I still have nightmares about being gutted by Fitz, but it could have been much worse.

What he did wasn't as bad as people may think. He wouldn't have the guts to actually stab someone. Especially me, he gets too much entertainment out of bullying me. Adam as well. He was just trying to scare me. I mean don't get me wrong, when my life was flashing before my eyes as he backed me into the corner holding that knife out at me, I was scared out of my wits. But at least he didn't actually injure, or kill me.

Still, I have to admit to the traumatic stress I've been dealing with ever since that night. I can't even close my eyes without picturing my life almost ending. Not to mention Clare witnessing it…Clare…

It's been a week since that night. It's been a week since I last talked to Clare. Adam has kept me updated on what she's been doing. She didn't get to go to her grandmother's for break like she had been planning on. Her parents barely even let her out of the house. The last thing she said to me was that if I can't change my ways, then she can't be with me.

Oh God…it hurts so bad thinking of her not being with me. Even if she isn't my friend, it would kill me. I don't know if that's meant literally or not…

I need to get my mind off of her for now. It's hurting my heart way too much thinking about those blue eyes…and that smile…and the way she gets so flustered and- Eli, stop! Get a hold of yourself. This is just way too much…

-Clare-

I don't know what to do with myself….I can't sleep and even if I do somehow manage to drift off into slumber, it turns into vibrant nightmares of Fitz ending Eli's life while I stand by helplessly watching.

I don't even want to think about what school will be like. I got my new uniform and rule book in the mail. Mr. Simpson's letter that came with it didn't make a lot of sense to me. Sure we lied to him about the stink bomb and the violence did get way out of hand, but it was only our small group of people involved. Not to mention the sexual content that took place during the dance. I've always heard of people going to the boiler room. What happened, or didn't happen, during the time of the dance aren't the only things that have ever taken place in that boiler room. It sounds to me like he didn't have the complete decision making authority. There's always Mrs. Torres.

I can't believe Adam is offspring from that woman. He is way to kind and caring to even have her call herself his mother. Drew on the other hand…he deserves to have her in his life.

Why didn't I just tell the truth in the beginning? If I had just told Mr. Simpson that it was me who set off the stink bomb, Fitz would have never brought that knife. He wouldn't have tried to kill Eli…Eli…

We haven't spoken for a week now. At first I thought I would be ignoring his calls, but we seem to be avoiding each other. Adam says that Eli is just coping with the stress from it all and that he sounds ok whenever he talks to him. Apparently he asks about me a lot…I don't know if Adam was exactly supposed to tell me that. It makes me have even a tiny bit of hope that things will go back to normal knowing that Eli still cares about me. I can't stand how much I miss those emerald eyes…and his smirk and witty comments…I need to get a hold of myself…