I waited for a while before starting to pack up my things. I didn't want to forget anything, but at the same time, I just wanted to pick up and go. I was afraid that if I waited long enough, Eli could try to sweet talk his way into my life again, only this time, he went too far.

ADAM POV

"What do you mean Clare's moving?" I rolled my eyes,

"I mean just what I say I mean, SHE IS MOVING! Now tell me what happened! IT'S KILLING ME!"

Eli looked down clearly ashamed of this discussion. But we all know, that only made me more interested.

"Clare and I sort of, well we did something last night." He was mumbling and looking down, and un-Eli move.

We did something last night. No!

"You, you, you didn't?" I asked worried, just wanting him to tell me he was lying. I just wanted him to tell me.

But he shook his head. That was pretty much the opposite of what I wanted!

"I was mad about what Julia-"I cut him off right there.

"Hold the phone. So you took Clare's innocence and everything that matters to a young Christian girl, to get back at Julia? What the hell is your problem Eli? Do you even know how wrong that is? Are you aware that that is thee lowest thing, ever?"

I started to pace, while continuing my rant.

"I mean, she is Clare, Clare EDWARDS! As in your best friend, so when did you start taking advantage of peoples emotions? Huh? Everyone knows she's madly in love with you, but she is too good of a person to get in the way of your slutty girl friend, and you do this shit!"

"Wait, what?"

"YEA I SAID IT SHES SLUTTY!"

"No! Not Julia you dummy, I mean Clare, she. She loves me?" I rolled my eyes. Now was not the time to play stupid!

"Elijah Goldsworthy? Do you really think Clare is the kind of girl who gives it up to the first guy who asks for no real reason?" I wanted to hit him in the face then and there.

"DAMNIT!" I recoiled my anger, and looked over at Eli, he's never looked this mad.

Then I looked behind me, and saw the person, who probably could only make this worse.

"Elijah baby, come on! I'm bored!" Eli gave her the meanest glare I've ever seen.

"Julia, go home."

"Eli, no lets go baby!" He started flaring his nostrils.

"Julia. Go. Home." He said it quietly, but it was still very cruel.

"Fine Eli, whatever." She stomped out, and Eli started fisting his hair. I knew it was best to stay, and just let him get it out. He started to pace, more than I did. He was talking to himself too low for me to hear.

CLARE POV

I got to wrapping up my pictures, and started to tear up as I saw how many photos I had with Eli.

The one Adam took on the beach, of him tickling me to death in the sand as a wave came up to my waste soaking Eli and I. I had another of Adam, Eli and I. Adam was on the outside me in the middle, and Eli's arm swiftly around me. I then saw a picture of Julia, Eli, Adam, and I. Julia was all over Eli, and Eli's arm was over her shoulder, and his other arm was around my waste. My arms were around Eli, and Adam's waste. Adam's arm was around my shoulder.

I felt tears well in my eyes at the sight.

I started having flashbacks of the night:

"Clare, this feels so good!"

I moaned as he kept shifting in and out of me, it felt so good, so right.

I cut my memories off by smashing the picture against the wall. I sat with a shattered picture frame by my feet, as I fell to the floor. I buried my head in my knee's and lost control again.

The memories broke through my steel gate of hate, and played out in my head.

"Clare, your so tight!" he moaned, which only made me feel all the better.

He was smashing his hips into mine, hard. It hurt, but I couldn't tell him to stop, when I was finally with the guy I loved.

Later on, after we finished, we laid in each others arms, waiting for sleep to overcome us, when I whispered: I love you, Eli.

I looked over at him, to see he was dead asleep.

I can't even regret it, no matter how much I want to, I still feel bliss thinking of yesterday. I am such a pathetic person that I let him take my virginity, just because I loved him, when it was clear he didn't return the feelings.

It was just as much as much of my fault as it was his. I just wanted to believe that he could ever love me the way I knew I loved him.