"Hey." Eli said, as he came up behind Clare, slid his arms around her, and kissed the side of her neck, lingering his lips there for a moment, "Do you wanna hang out today?" He glanced up at Alli and Jenna, who were coming towards the couple from down the hall. "Or are you gonna be with your real friends?" He added. Clare closed her locker and turned to him, "What's that supposed to mean?"
He shook his head slowly, "You like them more than you like me." He accused. She stared at him, "That's crazy. How can you think that?" She asked, though used to Eli's accusationse. "And now I'm crazy." He muttered. "Why do you do that?" She demanded, placing her hands on her hips.
"Do what?" He snapped. "You always twist my words around and take offense to everything." Eli scoffed, defeated, "Whatever, Clare. Are you coming over or not?" She sighed, "Yeah, fine. I just need to get my stuff. Ill meet you at your car in 5 minutes." He placed a tender hand on her bicep and pressed his lips to her.
The kiss was gentle and short. Eli pulled away and walked down the hall, not uttering another word to his girlfriend. At that moment, Alli leaned against Clare's locker, "How's Eli?" She teased, wiggling her eyebrows.
"He's so...I don't even know. He's stupid, annoying . . ." Alli only rolls her eyes at her best friend's usual complaints, "You could always break up with him." Swiftly shaking her head st the thought, Clare says, "No. No, we're great together. We just fight a little." Alli scoff, "A little, Clare? If I hadn't been the one who got you together, I'd mistake you guys for enemies. Or siblings."
Clare gave a small laugh, before looking rather sad, "You're right. I'm going to his house now. I'll talk to him."
She said goodbye to Alli and headed towards Morty. Eli was leaned against the hearse, smoking a USA Gold. "Took you long enough." Eli complained. "Well, I'm here now, ashtray." He smirked and tossed the ciggerette to the ground to stomp on it.
"I got you this." He handed her a small chocolate heart. Clare's heart began to race at once. She looked up at Eli with tearful eyes. The gesture, as small as it may have been touched her heart. Eli scoffed, "It's only candy, Clare. Chill out." His voice of is cold and annoyed.
The special moment is gone. They climbed into the hearse. Soon, they arrived at Eli's and went straight to his room. Eli plopped onto his bed and Clare flipped through his DVD s, "All your movies are blood, gore and terror." She complained. Instead of insulting her, he grabbed her hand and, with one swift movement, pulled her onto of him, "Let's just make-out then." Hr says, pressing his lips to Clare's.
She placed her legs on either side of him, straddled him, and kissed him back. These moments were nice. The moments with no concerns, no fighting and no insults.
But then they heard the click of the door and turned to see Eli's mother looking embarrassed and amused, "I didn't know you had company, Eli . . . I'll leave you to it. Condoms are under the sink." She closed the door and fled down the hall. Clare instantly climbed off of Eli and sat on the edge of the bed. "Are you okay?" Eli sat up and placed his arm around Clare's waist.
"She thinks we were going to have sex..." Clear responded. "So? She just wants us to be safe." She moved away from him slightly, "I'm not having sex until I get married. You and your parents all know that." He drops his arm, "I don't get that. You're gonna do it eventually . . . why wait?"
"It's-It's-you wouldn't understand." Eli kissed her cheek, "Don't you trust me?" She spun her ring around, "Of course . . . but trust isn't only what it's about." He kissed her neck and moved behind her, lining his legs up with her, "Okay. Let's just . . ." He kissed her neck harder and bit little bits of her skin.
"Not now, Eli . . . your mom knows what were doing." He pulled away abruptly, "Why do you always care so much about what people think. My mom doesn't give a flying fuck about what were doing!" Clare stood up and grabbed her bag, "Grow up, Eli." He pursed his lips, "Yeah, how about you grow up, Ms. Chasity?! Get over yourself."
Clare clutched her bag to her chest, her face becoming red with anger and embarrassment. "Well, why don't you go fuck someone else, if you're not willing to wait for me?!" She yelled. "I'm not ready yet, Eli!"
He laughed coldly. "Maybe I should fuck someone else, Clare." He seethed, hopping off his bed and leaning in close to her face. "If you're going to be such a prude." Clare clenched her fists, tears filling her eyes. Eli smirked.
"What's wrong, Clarebear? The truth hurts you too much?" He laughed again. "We've been together for quite a while now, Clare. Almost a year. And yet . . . you don't love me enough to let me make love to you?!"
Clare scoffed, the tears finally falling. "You don't love me. All we do is fight. We're only together because we don't bother to, it's not an issue to attend to. You don't love me. All we do is argue, yell at each other, when you do something sweet for me, when I think you actually love me by doing that, you insult me for it! You don't love me! YOU DON'T!" She screamed, throwing her bag in his face. "All you want from me is sex, then you'll dump me."
"What . . . ?" His face softened as he looked at her with hurt green eyes. "What do you mean?" He reached out to pull her into his arms, but she stepped back, clenching her tiny fists. "Clare, I'd never . . . I'm not with you because of . . . Clare, you know better than that . . . "
"Oh yeah, right." She rolled her eyes, and furiously wiped away her tears. "All we ever do if fight . . . insult each other . . . why would you stay with me if that's all we do? Of course, so you can get what you want and then leave . . ."
"Clare . . . I can't believe . . . " He couldn't find the words to say. He never, ever wanted, or will want to use Clare for . . . sex. But she's right, all they do is fight. But he does love her, he really does. He doesn't know why he insults or argues with her, he just does. It makes him angry when she accuses him of stuff or when she complains too much, but he doesn't really mean to hurt her.
"I can't believe you would accuse me of using you . . ."
The anger was gone, he just felt hurt and sad. "If I really wanted sex from you, I would've taken it without your consent, to be honest . . . but I can wait. It just makes me feel like you don't trust me to let me make love to you. . . . If I really wanted sex, I would'nt have stayed with you, I would've been gone by now..."
"Then go..."
"W-what?"
"Go on. Break up with me. Have sex with all the girls you desire."
"Clare . . . don't say that. I don't want another girl. All I want is you, all I need is you. I've never looked at another girl ever since we got together, never wanted another girl. It's you, only you . . . Clare, even though I insult you . . . or hurt you . . . I still love you. I only do those things because you hurt me too much sometimes . . . and-"
"Really, Eli? Then how come when you do something sweet for me, and I react positively, gratefully, and you get annoyed? What the hell is that?"
"Clare, let me explain-"
"No, we're through, you jerk!"
"Alright, that's enough!" He yelled, suddenly angry. Why the hell didn't she believe him? Okay, so he did do the stuff she's talking about, but he said he was sorry, and she wasn't giving him a chance to explain.
"Fine, if you want out so much, then we are done!"
"Fine!" She yelled back, tears running down her cheeks. She sobbed as she ran out of his room. Eli sighed and abruptly sat on his bed. What did he do?
"Oh, hey dear." Cece as Clare came down. She frowned when she noticed that she was crying. "Clarebear, what happened?"
"N-nothing..." She sobbed. "I gotta go, ..." She quickly left the house. Cece narrowed her eyes. 'Eli...' She thought angrily, and charged up the stairs.
Eli paced back in forth in his room. How could he and Clare be over? Their one year anniversary was in 2 weeks. He couldn't lose her. She'd always been there for me, Eli thought. She helped me get my life on track.
Bit, they've had little fights like this before. They would say that they're sick of each other and wanted out. The next day, however, whoever initiated the break-up, in this case, Eli, would go to the other and they'd both agree that the cruel words were hollow and had no real meaning behind them.
Hopefully, he and Clare can make amends.
"Eli, why was Clare crying when she left?" He jumps slightly at the voice, and looks at his mom, noticing her for the first time. "We had a fight."
"What about?" She demanded, knowing it had to be serious, the way Clare left. "Nothing." She said, grabbing his phone from his desk, "But I have to go make it right."