I had to do this. God, that scene from "Ten on Top" was beautiful and I just had to. I'm not sure if it's milk or white-out Clare spills, but in this story, it's milk. Alrighty, I hope you like reading this as much as I liked writing it.
I don't own.

"I don't understand why things have to be awkward...all of our feelings for each other, that's all in the past."

"Yeah," Clare agreed quickly. "You're right. It's all in the past."

She grabbed the milk carton lying next to her notes and attempted to open it, desperate to busy her hands, and refused to look at him.

Only a couple of seconds of silence passed between them, but she swore she could hear the blood racing in her veins, and the flutter of Eli's eyelashes as he blinked, and Oh God, shouldn't she be relieved?

"And I mean it's not like-" but she wasn't able to finish because in her haste to break the carton seal, her hands shook and her lips fumbled and the milk carton burst open into Eli's lap, soaking his left pant leg.

Noticing her trouble, their eyes connected, but distracted by the frustrated scrunch of her nose in her attempt to get the milk open, God she's pretty, he was too late to dodge the mess.

"Oh!" she gasped as he jumped up, the milk already leaving a wet stain, his body tense.

"It's alright-" he began, but she was already scrambling over her notes, finding some scrap papers and immediately pressing the papers to his thigh.

"I'm so sorry!" Clare breathed, her cheeks pink, her jaw set tightly while she stroked the stain, determined to get rid of the mess and get out of there as soon as possible. Stupid, she berated herself, stupid stupid stupid.

It's just milk, he thought of saying, but all coherent thoughts left him once he realized that Clare Edward's hand was on his thigh and stroking up and down, and her face was just inches from his crotch, and this was what he'd dream of, and fuck, when she looked up at him, all innocence and concern in her eyes it shocked him from crown to cock.

"Clare," he grunted, "Clare, it's okay don't worry about it-" but she added a few vigorous swipes, and he had to close his eyes.

"It's okay," she mumbled, patting once more, "it's almost gone. I'm so sorry-"

"Clare!"

She'd never heard his voice that high.

She stopped mid-wipe, pulling her hand back to look up at him, but realized she was face to face with his crotch.

She could feel her cheeks redden, sure her face was closer to a shade of purple, and Oh my God, I just looked at his crotch, oh my God Clare stop it, oh God, oh God, ohGodohGodohGod.

She turned away from him then and there, still on her knees, ruffling through her knapsack, trying to steady her breathing and her voice.

Eli tilted his torso awkwardly.

"How about we do this after school?" he attempted lowly, his voice breaking.

"Yep. Okay. Yep. Sounds good. Okay" she rambled, still fiddling with the zippers on her bag.

A beat. And then:

"Uh, yeah. Washroom. I'll just...washroom," he mumbled, snatching his knapsack, and making stiff, clumsy steps toward the door.

She didn't move from her position until she was certain he was gone.

She put her two hands on her cheeks, praying that the blush had died down. She realized she had been holding her breath, and almost burst out laughing.

She couldn't help it. Uncontrollable, keening, nervous giggles slipped past her lips and noticing the niners watching her outside the window, she closed her lips in a thin line and DID NOT think about how close she'd been to Eli's crotch and Oh God, what's wrong with me? she thought, as she picked up her notes and her bag and the milk carton, and maybe I should just leave it here...oh my God, oh my God.

Stupid stupid stupid.

Teehee. Oh I had so much fun with this. Review? :)