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~Clare's POV~
I walk out of class to see Eli standing at his locker, then randomly remember our 'Romeo&Juliet' project.
"O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou, Romeo?" I say dramatically, while putting both my hands to my chest and pretending to look for him.
"Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?" He asks me with a smirk.
"How was your French exam?" I casually ask, changing the subject.
"Way too long..." He says while leaning in for a kiss. At first, I lean too, but pull back. I look at him and he's making a questioning look on his face, along with a little hurt in his eyes.
"Does this mean I have a date to Vegas Night?"
"Depends.. Do I get you a corsage?" I smiled as he said that. He smirked his famous smirk and leaned in again for another kiss.
~Eli's POV~
When our lips were about to brush, we were rudely interrupted by a slam on the lockers. Fitz.
"Just spent an hour in Simpson's office! Someone told him I set off the stink bomb!" Fitz glared at me.
"Me and my loose lips!" I gave him an innocent look.
"Not so lippy now, are ya? What's a guy gotta do to get you off his grill?" Fitz began to put me in a headlock! Ugh, how I hate him.
~Clare's POV~
I was so shocked about what just happened, but I couldn't move. I felt horrible that I did nothing to help!
At this moment, a teacher was watching as he was passing by. I have never been so happy to see a teacher.
Fitz notices that he is being watched and finally lets Eli go.
"This isn't over." Fitz threatened as he walked away.
"That dude's a menace. Someone needs to teach him a lesson!" Eli glared at Fitz's back.
"Because that worked so well last time!" I was starting to get really worried now. Why can't this stupid feud just be over? "Can't you two just kiss and make up?" I pleaded.
"He's not really my type," He says sarcastically, but with a straight face.
''I'm serious, Eli. Someone is going to get hurt!"
"The only way to avoid a bully is to keep them scared." Oh my gosh, he could've avoided him by dropping it at the 'Fake I.D.' incident.
"Or... you can lay low with your girlfriend...?" I said it like it was a question. Did I really just say that? I didn't plan to bring up our future 'us' conversation that I was hoping to have with him later.
He stared at me for a moment. I was starting to get nervous! Then, he was beginning to break the silence.
"Twist my rubber arm, 'Girlfriend'" His lips started to curl into a smirk.
I took his arm eagerly and put it over my shoulder. Then we began to walk down the halls as people started to give us blank stares. To be honest, I don't think I minded them at all!