Clare POV

I was walking around the corner when I saw the piercing green eyes of the boy who once treated me like a princess. He smiled, and I forced one back at him, internally wincing as I did so. He then started to jog toward me. I stopped in my tracks.

"Clare," He said breathlessly once I was in earshot. "I am so sorry about what happened yesterday, I just got so jealous."

"Of what?" I spat out at him, pulling my long sleeves down even farther to help conceal what was left after yesterday.

"Of Dallas, you seem to want to be around him more than me." He stated, looking down at his gray and white canvas shoes.

I took a deep breath and replied, "Sometimes, I do. Sometimes I want nothing to do with you. And Dallas just happened to be someone I could stand to be around."

The look on Drew's face would make me crawl back to him a week ago, but things have changed, they've changed a lot.

"I can't believe you!" He shouted at me in the middle of the sidewalk. I looked at him with raised eyebrows; I know I was getting brave, all things considered. "Don't you fucking dare look at me like that." He declared through gritted teeth.

I cowered back slightly, replacing the faux surprised look in my eyes for a look of mild terror. He was scary when he was mad.

The jock always seemed like the guy every girl wanted, and that's still true within the walls of Degrassi, where no one knows. No one knows what he is capable of.

"Why don't we go somewhere quieter, more private to talk, Drew?" I said quietly, trying to diffuse the tension between us.

He let out a breath and reached out his hand, signaling for me to take it and walk with him.

I didn't want to, but I also didn't want to make this fight as public as he is going to.

I fit my hand into his, following him down the street to the Dot on the corner.

"We are going to sit outside, Clare." He said as we walked up to an outdoor table with two chairs. Perfect.

"Well, don't you want me to get us some coffee first, so we're not just loitering?" I asked him, trying to sound like I care.

"We won't be here long enough," he stated, looking at me with stone, cold eyes.

"Okay," I quietly said then sat across from him at the metal netted table.

I wasn't looking forward to talking about anything with him, especially about things that happened yesterday.

"Listen, Clare, I apologized, I feel bad, what more do you want from me? What can I do to make you forgive me?"

"Nothing, Drew. You can't do anything. What you did was unforgivable, and the mental scars left are more severe than the physical ones."

"I understand that, but I want to make it up to you." He said, looking everywhere but in my eyes. "Can I buy you flowers? Take you on an expensive date?"

I internally rolled my eyes. "No," This was pathetic, I can't believe him. "I will not take anything from you." I pushed my chair out from the table and moved to get up.

"Fine, then, we're over." He said, intending me to forgive him, just because my relationship with him is crumbling.

"Great." I turned and started to walk away.

"And you're not my Vice President anymore." Once again, he tried to hit me where he thought I would be hurt most.

I kept walking down the street.

He didn't say anything else.

My phone pinged, signaling that I had a notification on FaceRange:

Drew Torrestagged you in a post

I rolled my eyes at the screen and tapped the notification.

Clare Edwards begged me for sex last night, and I gave it to her. Hard. LOL.

Thank you for reading this story, I do intend on continuing it. I was inspired by a Season 3 episode with Rick and Terri. Let me know what you think of this chapter!