Ugh, I can't keep reading their Tweets, it's depressing. Anyway, thank you to everyone who read and reviewed my story! I really appreciate it! I hope you enjoy this chapter

So this part is in Clare's POV. It takes place a little bit before Eli's chapter, right after she left his house. It may be confusing but I felt that Eli's part had to be written first.

I don't own Degrassi, blah blah blah.


Clare's POV

Rejected. That was how I felt in that moment. I thought I knew the pain all too well, after KC left me for Jenna. But this was different, this was so much worse. When I was crying in Eli's arms earlier, telling him I was losing everything, he promised me he wasn't going anywhere. And here he is pushing me away. I waited until I was out of his eyesight before I finally let the tears fall. I walked my bike the whole way home, not trusting myself to be able to ride and see through the tears.

When I got home, I walked inside trying not to bring attention to myself. The last thing I needed was my mother breathing down my neck. She was in the same place as she was when I left, going through yet another box of our lifetime of memories. She asked me to come back and sift through more of our crap. Crap, that's all it is. It's not like any of it really matters. Everything that does matter to me is currently crumbling all around me. My parents are getting a divorced, we're selling our house and moving God knows where, my best friend is at a school across town, and my boyfriend doesn't want anything to do with me. In answer to my mom, I just shook my head and continued upstairs to my room.

Rejected. It's a really sucky feeling. I thought Eli really cared for me, I thought he even could've possibly loved me. But in that one moment when he pushed my hands off him, I realized how untrue that was. Maybe I'm not good enough, not pretty enough, for him to want to be with me. I'm not her. I know I shouldn't be jealous of her, she's dead after all. She'll never get to touch him again, talk to him again. But she had him first. All of him. And I feel like I'll never ever live up to her, I'll be forever in her shadow.

I laid down in bed in a fit of tears and finally just let it all out, all the stress of everything pouring out of me through my tears. After who knows how long, I finally got up and went on the computer. I saw what he wrote: Please TrueClare can we talk? Call me!. I sighed and typed something back in semi-reply: Opposites may attract, but in the end, our differences will always tear us apart. Yeah so we were airing our dirty laundry in public but for some reason I felt better. He had been constantly calling me since I left, every 18 minutes on the dot. Each and every time I sent him directly to my voicemail. I probably could've just turned my phone off but I felt a sick sense of satisfaction every time I ignored his call. Plus I was kind of curious to see how long he'd keep this up. After awhile he stopped calling, I guess he finally gave up on me, like everything else I know.

Before I could start crying again, I heard a light tapping on the door. It was my mom. When she saw I had been obviously crying, she came rushing over to me. "Oh Clare, I'm so sorry honey. But selling the house is something we have to do. I can't stay here, it hurts too much."

"I'm not crying because of that, Mom. It's..." Did I want to tell her? I sighed. "Eli."

"Oh." I could hear the venom in her voice. I guess I can't really blame her, I didn't really paint him in the best light the night he came over for dinner. My fault, really, and my mom isn't really known for letting go of first impressions. "What did he do to you?"

"Nothing." Precisely. He hasn't done anything. "Mom?" She looked at me, letting me know to continue. "Now that you and Dad are getting divorced, do you regret anything?"

"Like what, honey?"

"Like..." Ugh, was I really about to have this conversation with my mother? I quickly weighed my options. My best-friend who has vanished off the face of the earth who is currently swearing off boys and attending an all-girls school. My sister who has vanished off the face of the earth who is building a school in Kenya. My boyfriend who wants nothing to do with me. "...Like waiting until you guys had gotten married?"

"Clare." My mom took my hand and wrapped her fingers around my purity ring, the cold metal instantly searing my skin. "If that boy is pressuring you in any way."

"No Mom! It's not like that! But you always taught us that premarital sex is wrong, that divorce is wrong. But then you go and get divorced. And what's the point of waiting until marriage if that marriage is just going to crumble anyway."

"Not every marriage ends like this." I could see her struggle to keep the tears in.

"No, just about, oh, 50%. I don't really like those odds."

My mom asked again where this is coming from and if Eli is pressuring me in any way. With a reluctant sigh, I told my mom the story. The whole story. Everything. I told her about the day we met (You have really pretty eyes), the day we kissed (Romeo, you drank the poisonous high-fructose cola beverage, no!), the day we started dating (Twist my rubber arm, girlfriend). I told her about Julia (This is where I killed my girlfriend), Fitz (I'm in his head, right where I want to be) and Vegas Night (Whatever he does to you, you deserve it!). I then appologized for the night Eli came for dinner, for making it so horrible and awkward for everyone involved. I told my mom how nice he is and how much he cares for me and how he's been there for me when I felt like I had no one. I then told her about Ce-Ce and Bullfrog and their proposition to me and what started my crisis of faith, and how Eli turned me away this afternoon.

After getting that all off my chest, and I admit it did feel good, my mom was quiet for quite awhile before she finally spoke. "Clare, honey, I don't want you to rush out and have sex this very moment. But it sounds like you really love Eli and I can't stop you from doing something you want to do. But I want you to be prepared. I'll make an appointment with the doctor to get you on birth control." I was surprised, to say the least. "I just want you to be safe, and more than anything, I want you to be ready. Right now, you're not ready and you know it." I started fiddling with that damn purity ring again, something I do when I'm nervous. "I'm glad you told me all of this though. I thought Eli was just some boy you wanted to bring by the house to make your father and I angry. I didn't realize how much he cares for you. He respects you Clare, can't you see that? That's why he pushed you away today. And for that, he's definitely earned my respect. Have you talked to him since this afternoon?"

I shook my head. "No, I've sorta been avoiding his calls."

"Honey, you need to call him. You need to talk things out with him. While I may not be the best person to be giving out love advice, the one thing I can say is that you need to keep the lines of communication open. That boy cares for you. He didn't turn you away because he doesn't want you, he turned you away because he loves you and doesn't want to do anything you'll regret."

I nodded. I needed someone to tell me that. The phone rang at that moment and my mom headed out of my room to answer it, though before doing so she quickly turned back and thanked me for the conversation. I smiled. I think I should be the one thanking her. As she went to answer the phone, I picked up my cell phone and dialed Eli's cell. After ringing over and over again, I was sent to voicemail. I sighed. Maybe he really did give up on me.


Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it! I'm thinking one more chapter.