Eli's POV
"But don't you worry, when we have sex, I'll be gentle."
Those 11 words were enough to send me into cardiac arrest. No joke, I even had to hold onto the railing for a quick second there. I'm big on intimidation, but no pushing or overly sarcastic comments directed towards Fitz the perv seemed to flow out of my lopsided mouth. I only knew one thing.
I, Eli Goldsworthy, was going to KILL Mark Fitzgerald.
Except not really. I'm no murderer. I was just going to make fucking sure he didn't put a move on Clare. It's not that I don't trust her, but with Fitz, you can never be certain. He's pushy, outwardly egoistical, rough, and violent. Basically everything I despise in a person. And anyone with a decent amount of brain cells would see it my way too. I care too much about her, perfect little blue-eyed Clare, to even risk it with her and Fitz. That's why I got the Ipecac. If only I knew..
Two Months Later
Clare's POV
Ever since the lockdown, things at Degrassi have pretty much resumed back to normal, sans Simpson's new crazy code of conduct and the occasional cop wandering the corridors. Everyone has gradually gotten over the whole Fitz and Eli incident. In fact, most people look at it in a positive light. Eli could have gotten seriously hurt, or even died. I don't like to think about that though. As for Fitz, he is serving time in a juvenile delinquency facility to sort out some of his "anger issues," and Eli and I have never been better. For the most part, of course. There was a moment there when I thought it wasn't going to work out, but now I don't know what I'd do without my boyfriend.
Eli walked into English, with steam practically shooting out of his pierced ears. He walked into English, took a seat in the desk behind me, punching the hard plastic surface of the desk while taking a seat. Uh-oh, Somebody's pissed. And he didn't even kiss me. Asshole!
I gave him a puzzled look and a chance to speak.
"He's out." Eli flatly stated, and punched the desk once more.
"Excuse me?" I questioned him. I wasn't trying to be a bitch. I just didn't like how unfriendly and rowdy he was acting out. Eli always says I shouldn't care what people think, but I don't want people to get the wrong impression of him. I guess I'm protective of him in that way, but nowhere near as protective as he is. Not that I mind it one bit, though. I think it's cute.
"Fitzy the pedophile's done serving his little sentence, and since he's been through "intense therapy" he gets to come back to Degrassi. Is that NOT the biggest load of horse crap you've ever heard? I'm pissed. No, beyond pissed. I can't see him every day in the halls. I refuse to."
"Eli, don't worry. If anything, he's going to be forced to stay away from you."
"But what about you?" Aww. Of course.
"Believe me, I've learnt my lesson."
"Still, Clare. Guys like him are crazy, especially when it comes to younger girls like you. You should get a restraining order or something like that."
"Eli, I think it's a little too early to think about that. Plus, I'll set my own restraining order. No way I'm getting near that psycho when I've got the best boyfriend in the world." I smiled and cocked my head.
He kissed me. Finally.
"Elijah! Clare! Simpson's office! You know the new code of conduct clearly states no public displays of affection, and you'd think by now you'd know that. What am I gonna do with you two?" Miss Dawes squawked and rolled her eyes.
Eli grabbed my hand and lead me to Simpsons office, or so I thought.
"It's not like Dawes even calls Simpson or anything. Technically, we could just walk out of here and Dawes would just assume we were in Simpson's." That was true. English was last period, anyways.
"Let's do it!"
"Someones feeling naughty today.." He winked.
"You wish!" I giggled back at him, and he flashed his signature lopsided smirk.
"Hop on!" He suggested, and I jumped on his back. He started running towards the exit, keeping in mind if any teachers saw, we'd get in trouble for even more PDA. Not that it mattered. We were having too much fun to even care.
Eli's POV
"Move it, Goldsworthy!" Clare kicked my butt. She was so cute. I sped up.
"Hold on!" I screamed. I was practically sprinting. She was so cute and petite, and wearing a skirt.. woah, calm yourself down there Eli. Save that for later.
We arrived at Morty only to discover a stranger taking a piss on him. My hearse. I was pissed. No, livid. There are two things nobody in my life ever messes with, my girlfriend and my hearse.
"What the fuck?" I practically spat. I looked over at Clare. She had no Idea what was going on.
"Look at who it is! Clare-bear and Elijah Gothsworthy!" Fitz. What a joke. He thought he was damn clever, starting shit with me and Clare the day he comes back to Degrassi after almost getting expelled because of 'the incident'. Aka, almost killing us. You'd assume some decency would be up in that pinhead of his and he'd think to leave us alone. You'd think.
"Listen Fitz. I'll make you a deal. You have ten fucking seconds to step away from MY (emphasis on my) hearse before you'll be riding in the back of it."
Maybe he didn't realize it, but I have absolutely no problem pounding his face into the concrete. That is, If he doesn't get to me first.
He might be stronger, but I think we all know who the more decent human being is.
"And miss the view from here? Look at your little girlfriend, so hot, so fuckabl-"
I think I heard his jaw snap. My hand was definitely broken, and he MOST definitely lost a tooth. After claiming my girlfriend to be "fuckable" after all I've been through with that perv, tearing him down to the ground seemed like a tiny punishment compared to what would come if he tried anything else.
Fitz promptly stood up and spit out his tooth. "This isn't over, Goldsworthy."
I jerked my head towards Clare, some fear but mostly anger from Fitz in my eyes. She saw it. She can read me like a book. Like her favorite vampire fiction. Fuck, I am her favorite vampire fiction. And if she understood me so well, why didn't she get how serious this actually was?
"Still think you don't need that restraining order?"
I knew I had proved her wrong.