Clare was looking for Fitz. She felt terrible.
I should have known Eli was going to pull a stunt like this. She thought guiltily.
Clare found Fitz at his locker and he looked beyond pissed.
"Hey…"She said quietly. Fitz looked at with hatred. "Are…are you okay?"
"DO I LOOK LIKE I'M FUCKING OKAY?" He yelled at her.
She flinched. "I'm sorry…I should have known he'd pull a stunt like that. He doesn't like that I came here with you, but I always seem to expect the best out of people I guess. I really sorry, Fitz."
"Yeah! You're mighty important to him alright!" He smiled a terrifying smile as he grabbed something from his locker. It took a moment for Clare to realize he was holding a knife.
"I think I should head back to the dance now…" She began to back away in fear.
"No you don't!" Fitz growled. He grabbed her arm before she knew what was happening. Fitz shoved her into the lockers. "Why physically hurt the freak, when I break him by taking the girl that's so important to him away from him!" He gave her a devilish grin.
She began to cry. "Please…" She begged. "Please don't do…" She was cut off my the worst pain she's ever felt in her stomach. Fitz pulled the bloody knife out of her abdomen.
"Your damned boyfriend will never mess with me again." He exclaimed as Clare fell to the floor clutching her bleeding stomach. Her only thoughts were on Eli as Fitz walked away from her crumpled form.
Please be safe Eli…