"Hey, are you alright?" Clare asked Fitz as he shut his locker door.

"Fine," he replied, glancing around the empty hallway, avoiding eye contact with the girl.

"I can't believe Eli would stoop so low as to poison you, its ridiculous." she shook her head.

""Thanks for caring about me," he said.

"It's no big deal."

'When had Clare gotten so...so cute?' Fitz wondered.

"So things aren't looking too good for Eli right now, am I right?" he asked.

"Why is that?"

"Because a girl like you is mad at him."

She smiled and looked down, blushing.

Their eyes met and a small smile played on Fitz's lips, "You're not half bad Edwards."

"You too, Fitzgerald," she said.

All of a sudden, Fitz pulled her into a hug. He wasn't sure why, but all he knew was he wanted Clare Edwards.

To Clare, it was an innocent hug, or at least it started as one. Fitz's fingers slowly ran down her back. They gently played with the hem of Clare's shirt, the touch sending shivers up her spine.

Clare quickly stepped away, uncomfortable. "I'm, um, going to head back to the dance now," she said awkwardly. "Meet you there?"

"Sure thing," he smiled, watching her walk down the hall.