Chapter 2

Clare slowly got on her knees. "How have you been?" she asked Fitz, who raised an eyebrow.

"Are you seriously asking that question?" Fitz asked, looking down at her.

Clare stood up. "That all I know what to say right now," the curly-haired brunette laughed nervously. "Sorry."

Fitz rolled his eyes. "Whatever," he muttered. "Just tell your little pals to watch out." And with that, Fitz walked off; Clare watched his every move as he did so.

"This isn't good, oh, so not good," Clare squealed to herself as she ran back to Adam and Eli, totally forgetting about her confrontation with Principal Simpson. Clare looked every point of the hall until she found her friends.

"Guys!" Clare yelled as she ran to Eli and Adam.

"What's with you?" Adam said, concerned.

Adam and Eli know that when Clare is worried, it is something huge. Clare took a breath and straightened her back as she let herself calm down. "Fitz," she began, immediately out of breath again. "is back," she finished after catching her breath.

"Oh," Eli said. "Crap."

"You can say that again," Adam gasped, more concerned before.

Eli smirked. "Oh crap," he repeated.

Adam huffed. "I didn't mean it literally!" the poor transgendered male said.

Eli placed a cocky look on his face as he grinned at Adam. "I know," Eli told him and laughed.

Clare frowned. "Guys, this isn't a laughing matter, you guys need to watch your backs," Clare whined, obviously scared for her friends.

"Chill Clare, we'll handle it," Eli said.

Clare folded her arms. "Like you did before?" she asked, all fear was replaced with frustration.

"Exactly," The emo boy said, smirking.

"Yeah," Clare began. "I don't think so," she finished and her eyes went wide as she remembered her meeting with Simpson. "Crap!" she yelled and ran off, Eli and Adam watched her run off, completely confused.

Fitz sat at his desk, head down.

Even though his head was down, he knew everyone was staring at him. He knew they were afraid of him even more than before. He knew everyone in the school was terrified that he was back to Degrassi, and he laughed to himself. He was glad they were scared of him; he loves horrifying people, especially Eli and his friend, Adam. Yes, especially those two, having them feel like pathetic insects was what he felt excitement in.

But for some reason, his main focus was on Clare, their cute little friend. Her curly locks bounced as she walked and her innocent eyes shined brightly. That was all Fitz was thinking about, and couldn't think about anything else, other than her.

Fitz mentally hit himself for thinking about her; he had no reason to think of her. Yeah, she's friends with his nemesis. She is smart, and Fitz has always had a thing for smart girls. Sure, Clare Edwards is Fitz's type of girl, innocent and intelligent, but that doesn't mean he has to like her or anything.

'God, this fucking sucks like hell,' he thought as he hit his head on the desk.

The bell rang; Clare sighed. "Lunch time," she muttered and began to waltz to the cafeteria. Today, Eli made plans with Sav and Adam is hanging around with Drew. Clare forced them to hang around people who could actually back them up against Fitz.

"Lunch is going to be so boring," Clare sighed.

"Sorry to hear that sweetheart," Fitz's voice said behind her.

"Oh my God, Fit!" Clare squealed out of fright as she turned around to see him.

Fitz's face had his casual expression on, staring down at Clare. "You still going out with Emo-boy?" he asked her.

Clare looked around, but there was no one. "No," she answered honestly. "We broke up the day you, well, ya know…" Clare trailed off and looked toward the floor, fiddling her fingers.

"Oh, really," Fitz retorted smugly. "That's just too bad, now, isn't it?" he taunted.

Clare felt guilty. "I'm sorry," she spoke.

Fitz's face showed a confused expression. "What," he asked.

"Please don't hurt Eli and Adam, I'm begging here," she said. "If I hadn't told Adam to tell Principal Simpson about the knife, you wouldn't have gotten arrested. And if I didn't tell you and Eli to switch glasses, you wouldn't have been poisoned," Clare cried. "I'm sorry, please don't hurt them."

Fitz's face shown amusement, especially in his eyes. "Last time me and you came up with a agreement, your little boy-toy embarrassed the shit outta me."

Clare opened her mouth, then shut it, then actually spoke. "Uh, um, it's "You and I", and an agreement, and out of," she corrected him. Fitz gave her a look. "I mean, yes, he did, but this time I'll do everything in my will to warn you of anything suspicious, I promise, so please!" Clare begged.

Fitz began to think while biting on a toothpick. "Fine," he smirked. "Go out with me," he told her.

Clare nodded. "O-okay," she stuttered out and put on a nervous smile.

"Oh," Fitz added. "And I'm not talking about a onetime thing."

Clare was now confused. "What?" she asked; completely worried.

Fitz smirked. "Become my girlfriend and I'll let your friends off the hook," he said.

Clare was shocked, to say the least, but she had to keep her friend's safe; she just had to. "Okay," Clare said with a short nod. 'Fitz isn't a monster,' she thought to herself, she, herself, knew that Fitz had a kind heart, deep down. "I'll be your girlfriend, but you can't hurt them, and if they hurt you, I'll be the one to handle, I promise, so, do we have a deal?" Clare said and looked straight into his eyes, hiding her all her doubt.

"Yeah," Fitz said with a taunting smirk. "We have a deal, I'll see ya later babe."

Fitz walked past her, still holding that smirk.