Thank you for continuing to read my fic! Here's chapter 3 for you guys! (Caution: Will contain some Jimogen and a tiny bit of Eclare) PLEASE REVIEW!

Eli's P.O.V:

I had been in the Drama room since school ended, auditioning so many people who wanted the leading role in my play.

I hadn't kissed any of them though, like the year before, someone had to really impress me to allow me to do that.

Thankfully we had most of the supporting roles cast, but still no Imogen.

Had she decided not to show up? Had Jake convinced her not to audition?

I felt my mind racing to a million possibilities and I went to go sit down, figuring it would help.

"I'd like to audition." I heard a small voice say but she sounded completely sure of herself.

I turned around to see Imogen standing there, but unlike last year she was standing in her regular clothes, well minus the uniform. I had to admit it was refreshing.

I got up and smirked, motioning for her to continue her audition.

She smiled then stepped forward before starting to recite the lines that I had written.

They sounded so much more real coming out of her mouth and I didn't know how to react. She was amazing, just as she had been the year before, maybe even better.

I stepped closer to her and recited my line, feeling nervous about being this close to her for some reason.

"….Show me." I uttered, finishing my line and hoping I didn't sound as nervous as I felt inside.

She smirked as she slowly brought her lips to mine. Slowly our lips moved together as we stood there in the center of the Drama Room.

I was finally getting the contact I craved. How much I wanted it was taking over me as I kept my lips moving rhythmically against hers.

It was as if nothing else mattered in the world at that moment, just the feeling of Imogen's soft lips on mine.

I pulled away after what seemed like too long, even though it had only been a few seconds.

I didn't want her to think I was trying to use her as I had the year before, which I still felt terrible for.

I smirked at her, my face still close to hers as I spoke. "And scene."

Imogen smiled at me, she must have known she had gotten the part. Of course she had, she was just as breathtaking as last year.

"We'll get back to you." I told her as I back away from her.

"I'll be looking forward to it." She responded before flashing her amazing smile and exiting the room.

I couldn't believe how much I had craved what had just happened.

For some reason I felt like I wanted to do it again, badly.

Should I feel this way? Why couldn't I get Imogen Moreno out of my head for five minutes?

What was wrong with me?

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard footsteps coming towards me. I assumed it was Imogen who had forgotten something but I looked up to see Clare walking towards me.

My girlfriend Clare.

When had she gotten there? Had she seen Imogen's audition? Did it really matter?

The look on her face answered my questions.

…

Imogen's P.O.V:

I got out of the Drama room as quickly as I could after my audition. There was no way I could look at him after that kiss.

It wasn't much, really. It wasn't any more than the year before, but I couldn't figure out why I was still thinking about it as I made my way to my locker.

Surely I couldn't still have feelings for Elijah Goldsworthy. He had used me, completely threw me away.

Even though I forgave him, agreed to give him a second chance I promised myself I wasn't going to let him hurt me again. I wasn't going to let him close enough to hurt me again. I couldn't.

I was with Jake now anyway. Why did it matter?

Jake had never done anything to hurt me. I felt actually wanted around him, he hadn't used me. He was who I am meant to be with.

I was sure of it.

Why keep fantasising about someone who will never want me? Someone who has used me for his own benefit? When he had gotten what he had wanted from me he had just tossed me aside.

I knew he wasn't well. He wasn't himself. I have absolutely no idea why I let myself get hurt. I saw it coming before I even spoke to him for the first time.

Shaking the thoughts from my head as I reached my locker I opened it, quickly stuffing my books inside. I didn't want to have to carry around my math book until I got home. I did have to walk after all.

…..

I finally made it home after about half an hour of walking. It wasn't too cold out so I didn't really mind.

"Mom? Dad?" I called as I walked in the door, of course they weren't home yet. So much for hoping.

I ran up to my room to grab my laptop before putting it down on the couch and moving to the kitchen to make myself something to eat. I was starving.

Looking through the cupboards and fridge I groaned, figuring I had nothing to eat in the house. I shrugged, sitting down on the couch and logging onto my computer.

"Hey Gorgeous. ;) How was your audition?" read an IM from Jake.

I smiled to myself before typing a reply.

"Good, I think. How are you?"

"I'd be better if you met me at The Dot in 10 min?"

"I'll see you in 10 minutes : )"

-Immygen has logged off-

…..

I walked into The Dot, seeing Jake sitting at a table. I walked over to join him.

He leaned over and kissed me softly "I feel much better now." He teased and I smiled.

"I'll be right back." He said before getting up to order us some drinks, looking as cute as ever.

I sat there for a moment, looking around the café at my classmates. No one seemed to notice me, but who did notice me?

Most people would just pretend I wasn't there.

I was startled as Jake sat down across from me, handing me my coffee. "Thank you."

"No problem." He smiled at me, like I was there. It made me feel so much better.

I sipped my drink as he looked at me; I smiled while placing my drink back down on the table.

"Now really how are you?" I asked, wanting to make conversation. It wasn't as if we had much in common really but I liked hearing about his thoughts.

For at least half an hour we talked. Like a normal couple would talk. It made me feel sort of out of place.

We had only been dating for a few weeks, I was starting to get used to it. Feeling normal.

I felt sort of out of place. He told me about things that were going on in his life, things I wanted to know.

When I asked he answered. It was oddly refreshing.

After I finished off my drink he leaned over to whisper in my ear as he got up from his seat, "We should get out of here. My house?"

I giggled a little before nodding and he took my hand, pulling me out of the café and into his truck.

He stopped his truck in a corner by his house, no one was around and I knew exactly what he was thinking.

He turned to me and before I knew it his lips were on mine, kissing me softly.

"Oh yes this is much more comfortable." I teased, pulling away for air while he got on top of me.

I was now laying down on his seat, my lips locked with his.

We had kissed before, it wasn't that odd now. I had only been in this position once before with him, but I figured I wouldn't be against doing it again.

I shouldn't be thinking about anything else right? I just focussed on the feeling of his lips on mine.

His kisses weren't as long as Eli's were, not as passionate. Funny, I had never made the comparison before right then.

Jake kissed me more gently than Eli did. Eli wasn't afraid to hurt me, which was a known fact. When he wanted something he would get it.

I kept my lips on Jake's, breaking apart for air every few moments.

His hands rested on my waist, slowly trailing up my sides and I didn't know if I liked it or not.

Eli's hand had always stayed firmly planted on my waist. Well that one time we had contact like this.

Why was I thinking of Eli Goldsworthy right now?

I was lip locked with my boyfriend! All I could think about was the jerk that had broken my heart.

I tried to wipe the thoughts from my mind, my hand moving back into Jake's sandy hair to pull him closer to me.

He licked my bottom lip, as if he was asking permission to enter my mouth. That had never happened to me before.

I allowed his tongue into my mouth, kissing him back as best I could.

The only thing that entered my mind at that moment was Eli and how it felt with his tongue in my mouth.

I couldn't do it anymore. "Stop." I mumbled against his lips.

I pulled my face away from Jake's, taking my hand out of his hair.

Jake looked at my confused, but to be honest I was confused myself. "Wha- did I do something wrong?"

"No..I just-" I bit my lip, looking up at him. "I-I have to go."

I lightly pushed him off of me, opening the door of his truck and getting out quickly.

I smoothed out my clothes then stuck my hands in my pockets, paying no attention to the raindrops now falling as I walked away towards my house.

I kept my eyes on the ground, feeling like a complete fool.

What was wrong with me?

…..

Eli's P.O.V:

Clare wasn't happy.

She had seen Imogen's audition from the doorway and didn't like it.

I kept my eyes on her as she started to yell at me.

"Eli! How could you! I am your girlfriend remember?" she yelled, sounding very stressed. Her voice was vibrating off the walls of The Drama Room.

"Clare I know!" I tried, but found myself looking over at the door, hoping Imogen would walk in and save me from this drama.

"Eli! Are you even listening to me?" she cried and I was snapped out of my thoughts. I turned to look at her, seeing she seemed incredibly distressed.

"Mhm."

"You're not are you?" she replied, sounding like she was about to cry.

"I am Clare! Talk to me!" I screamed back, getting sick of everything always being my fault.

"What did I do?"

"You kissed her..." she replied, looking at me right in the eyes.

Her blue eyes looked like they would be teary in a few short seconds. I hated seeing her cry. It was worse that I had caused it.

"I-it was her audition." I replied, looking at her but not daring to step any closer.

"That wasn't what it looked like Eli."

I didn't know what to say at first. I just looked at her.

"It was more wasn't it?" she asked, her voice strained as if she was on the verge of tears.

I kept looking at her, tears were running down her pale cheeks now and I felt like I wanted to die right there.

"Clare..." I started to say as I walked closer to her, hoping to reassure her somehow.

"No!" she yelled as I stepped forward.

"Just. Just go away." She said as she turned around, starting to head towards the door.

"I was right. We're not supposed to be together." She told me through her tears before exiting the room.

I just stood there. I was shocked.

I was sure we were meant to be together. That didn't matter now did it?

It was my entire fault.

…

It was raining out.

I was glad I had driven Bullfrog's car to school that morning.

After I had stormed out of the school I just wanted to drive around.

I couldn't drive anymore after a few minutes, my thoughts consumed with what I had done.

The worst part was I didn't think I regretted it.

I was a moster. I couldn't do anything right could I?

Of course I already knew that.

I rested my head on the wheel and let out a groan.

I tugged at my hair, feeling worse than ever. I didn't deserve Clare anyway. She was absolutely right.

I was sick.

My eyes looked over to my bag, which contained my pills. I figured I should take them, before I let my thoughts take over me. Bullfrog would kill me if I ruined his car in any way.

Sighing I lifted my head grabbing the bottle, twisting it open and grabbed one of my anxiety pills.

I swallowed the small round pill effortlessly.

I looked out the front window to see a girl in pigtails wearing a Degrassi blue polo.

Imogen.

I gulped.

Why was she walking around in this weather? Where was she going?

Before I could finish my thought I found myself driving up beside her. "Imogen?"

"Are you alright? Do you need a ride?" I asked, not sure if I should even be attempting this.

She looked over at me, biting her lip as if she was contemplating whether to allow me to drive her home or not.

"Okay." She answered, nodding weakly. I stopped the car, allowing her to climb into the passenger's seat.

"Thanks." She told me then sighed. She looked like something had upset her, but I knew better than to ask.

Were we even friends? I had no idea. All I knew that for some reason this girl was always on my mind.

"You're welcome. Now tell me, why are you walking around in this weather?" I sounded like I was perfectly fine, as if nothing had gone wrong but maybe it was just the drugs.

"I just wanted to go for a walk that's all. It wasn't raining when I left." She responded and I nodded while keeping my eyes on the road.

"Okay."

…

We were in front of her house in no time, where she had directed me of course. I had absolutely no idea where this girl lived.

"Thank you. Again." She told me. Her voice sounded so innocent at that moment and I smiled.

"It wasn't a bother really." I assured her as she moved to get out of the car.

"Do you want to come in?" she asked suddenly. "I-mean I just get a little freaked out alone in the house during a thunderstorm."

I looked at her, opening my mouth to speak when she interrupted me. "Sorry. Never mind. Uh-bye."

She opened the door and I was stunned as she walked up to her doorstep.

I desperately wanted to go in.

I sighed, turning off the engine as I let my feelings get the best of me.

I followed her; she was still fiddling with her key in the door. Imogen looked over at me confused and I smiled.

"Here let me help you with that."

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