Scary thing I want to mention. Remember how I said that I was inspired by some of my friend's setting? And that they would kill me if they found out?

Guess what. They found out. And I promised one of them I would say hi to them. So.. Hi Stacy. *this is awkward*

Seriously? I'm up to 3 chapters and already I get caught! Damn. It was my fault though. I forgot that Stacy followed me on twitter and … *slaps forehead* Yeah. Things lead to my demise. Lol. When I told my friends who inspired Eli, they freaked out. Why? I had more than one person in mind. They said I was creating a monster. The ultimate jerk! I swear, I think I'm Frankestein himself. IT LIVES! Lol.

No joke, they both told me they would kill him if he ever existed. And this is coming from one of the biggest Eli fans I've ever met. Once again, I feel proud to be doing a damn good job. :D

So yeah, this is getting more awkward. Lol. Um. Yeah, so just enjoy chapter three now. (p.s. thank you Frgtyou for being my beta :D)


Chapter 3: Gives You Hell. When you see my face, when you walk my way, hope it give you hell...


Bright and early in the morning, Clare was quick to gather her equipment for class. She dreaded the day ahead of her, dealing with her friends' pestering minds, turning in her emotionless paper in, and worst of all sitting in front of Elijah Goldsworthy. Although it might seem she had some space away from him to become less aggravated, she still loathed the way he always had to bang his pencil on the back of her seat, how he tapped her desk and shifted her seat forward, or how his headphones always interrupted her train of thought. Shutting her eyes tight, Clare braced herself for what was to come and slammed her locker door closed.

"Whoa there, angry much?"

Opening her eyes, she turned around to see a familiar warm face. "Not angry, just a little tense."

Adam, tired from waking up at an inhumane hour for school, sunk his body to the floor and just sat against the lockers. "So I take it your little date with Eli was a fail?" Adam's humor in his words was made obvious by his smile.

Putting her hands on her hips, she looked down at him. "Is that what you've been telling Alli and Jenna? That I went on a date with him?"

"Date, kidnapped, it's all the same." He said nonchalantly.

Clare made a fake pout and lightly kicked his foot. Adam burst in laughter at the reaction. After containing himself, he saw that Clare had joined him on the floor with arms still crossed. "Oh come on Clare, you know I wouldn't say something like that to them. Something worse probably, but not that lame."

She smiled. "I know you wouldn't."

"So how was your day yesterday? Dr. Doom made you into a minion?"

"It was…alright. I helped him correct his work, but we couldn't save mine."

Adam looked up and tried to adjust his beanie. "I still don't get how you of all people can say that. You're probably the best writer in that class."

Clare smiled at the compliment and shook her curls. "According to Elijah and Ms. Dawes, that means nothing if I don't have inspiration."

"I'm sure you'll find something to change that." Adam looked over at Clare who stayed silent for a while. "Clare?"

Quick with her movement, Clare clamped Adam's mouth shut with her right hand. Using the same hand, she directed his face closer to hers from the side. With muffled noises coming out of him, Adam was completely confused.

"Shhh." Clare whispered. Adam's features looked puzzled. "Do you hear that?"

Wondering about the noise Clare was talking about, he attempted to listen closely to whatever it was he was supposed to hear. Slowly, there was a familiar noise distinguishing itself from the usual ruckus of the crowded halls. Clack, Clack, Clack….

"Alli!" Both characters squealed frightened. They scrambled up and collected their belongings from the ground. Clare and Adam were desperate to avoid the petite girl and her many questions. When Alli starts on her infamous rants, she never ends.

"Good luck, Clare!" Adam finished assembling his objects and sprinted to the other side of the hallway. Clare was annoyed with Adam at that moment because he basically left a soldier behind. Still it amused Clare how he was so desperate to leave. Adam's a guy, and even he is overpowered by Alli. Hell, everyone is.

"Why did I have to take all these honor classes!" The girl complained, still shifting her book bag to fit all of her subjects. The noise was getting closer and closer, and with anxiety rushing, two books happened to slip out of her fingers and plummet to the floor. "Oh, no."

Crawling down to gather the two books, Clare reached over to snatch her subjects until a heavy boot stepped on them. Snapping her hand out of the way, innocently she looked up to the owner of the combat boots. As expected, it was her worst fear in the given situation.

"Well, well, well," Smirked Eli, looking down at Clare, "I never thought I'd see the day, Clare Edwards on her knees."

Embarrassed, and insulted, Clare jumped back to her standing position and dusted herself off. All the while trying to avoid eye contact. Meanwhile, Eli released the bashful girl's books from his foot and picked them up for her. Entertained, that she still wouldn't look at him, he smiled and pushed the textbooks to the shy young girl.

"T-Thanks."

"Don't thank me yet." He mentioned casually and pivoted to another direction. Walking away, Clare stared at the boy questionably. He was certainty and odd ball, the boy said the most absurd things, yet Clare couldn't help but think he might be more than just an annoying character. Recalling the essay he wrote, Clare assumed her new found sympathy could have derived from that.

Still, that couldn't excuse everything he has done.

Before she could think of anything else, a screeching sound was heard right in her left ear.

"CLARE!"

The books in her hand jumped into the air and on the floor once again. Heart beating fast, Clare took deep breaths when she saw her short friend staring at her with panicked eyes. Clare dreaded the conversation that was about to take place.


"For the millionth time, I'm just his English partner!"

Clare was clutching her head from the massive migraine she was developing. It was lunch, and throughout the entire day Clare was bombarded with question by her companions. Not only was Alli a handful, but apparently everyone wanted to hear about the circumstance given to Clare. Jenna and Hannah even took time out of their schedule to interrogate Clare during lunch.

"I was not kidnapped, blackmailed, or brainwashed." Adam snickered in the background while trying to eat the lunch provided by his friend. Clare could never understand how Adam took so much enjoyment out of filling the girl's heads with complete nonsense. She assumed he was like that little brother who one loves, but causes problems to arise in one's life. He's lucky that Clare wouldn't bear to lose him as a friend. "I am forced to work with him because of Ms. Dawes. Is that clear?"

All the girls sighed with relief as they sank more comfortably in their cafeteria seats. Alli was the first to regain her normal composure. "Why the hell were we worried? Clare's smart enough to know who to avoid." The dark skinned girl nudged and winked to her exhausted friend. "Hey, on the bright side, you can finally join us on our 'Goldsworthy Hate Fest'."

All the girls clapped in unison. Huddled together, they're eyes sparkled with gossip. Although Clare did know they had reason to be annoyed with Elijah Goldsworthy, her morals deprived her of ever feasting on hate. With her discomfort made obvious, the girls ignored the sign and began to giggle amongst themselves.

"Did you see what he wore today!" The bleach blonde exclaimed. "A freaking plaid tie, with a noisy shirt! Can you believe that!"

"Fashion don't."

"I swear he needs to get over himself, he thinks he can pull these things off!"

High-fives were distributed as their eyes turned to Clare Edwards and Adam Torres. Mouth full of macaroni and cheese, Adam attempted to speak. "Wut?"

"Don't you guys want to contribute too?"

Through muffled words, Adam tried once again to speak properly. "Dude, I'm a dude. I don't 'gossip'." After his stance, he continued to devour Clare's school lunch with enthusiasm. The girl's face scrunched up at his manners and started to lightly giggle. He was such a guy.

Eyes shifted towards Clare. Shrinking in her place, Clare looked up to the towering girls. "I admit he is a tad much, but I refuse to talk about someone in any negative manner. How do you think he would feel if he heard you guys saying all those things?"

Placing a hand on the guilty friend, Jenna gave her a sympathetic look. "Clare-bear, this is high school. At one point everyone hears stuff about themselves that isn't good." The kind face then twisted into a smirk. "It's just that some people get more attention than others."

Alli quickly stepped into the conversation, "Yeah, I mean how many times have you heard that Jenna's pregnant, or that Hanna is cheating on Wesley, or that I give oral sex in the boiler room." The last phrase sent shivers through the petite fashionable girl's body. It was no secret that Alli Bhandari was a flirt, but the girl had her limits. She wasn't going to lower herself to certain peer pressure.

"Yeah Clare, it's a normal high school ritual." stated Hannah.

"Okay then if it's a rite of passage, then what do people say about me?" Clare questioned. If what her friends say is true, what diabolical lies had they spread about her?

Adam started to choke on his dinner roll. Lightly pounding on his back, Clare offered him a drink and he shoved it down to clear his throat. "Are you okay Adam?"

He meekly nodded, while shrinking in his seat and staring at the trio of girls whose eyes were adjusting back and forth. The three girls looked at each other with a hint of uncertainty, and then redirected their gazes back at their baffled friend. "Clare, people don't really talk about you."

It puzzled her, she came to Degrassi as a nerd her first year, but was hardly picked on. She kept to herself at all times. Then she met some treasured friends and was open to the public. Not exactly popular, but she was someone in that school, she was an honor and AP student, took courses that some seniors struggled in, and always treated everyone with respect. People love to put others down, they crave it.

Clare's eyes narrowed in on her friends. She couldn't believe it. "But you just said that everyone is talked about."

"Not you, I mean you don't get yourself involved in many situations." Hannah piped up attempting to convince Clare.

"But-"

The bell interrupted her argument. The group of friends was grateful as they jumped up to the sound and snatched their purses. Alli gave a full-hearted smile to the two students who were still sitting down. "I'll see you after school."

"Unless Mr. Goldsworthy captures our little Clare again." Adam said out loud with an enormous smirk plastered on his face. Clare smacked his arm, and he winced but with the smile still intact on his face.

Alli pouted and flipped her hair. "He'll just have to pry Clare from my perfectly manicured hands." A small smile lifted in Clare's features. It's true that harming a person's reputations was completely against her morals, but the little defense Alli always adds, makes it endearing in a way. Just shows how much she cares about her. Perhaps she can trust them.

Everyone waved as they said their goodbyes. Separating from their spot, Adam and Clare collected their lunches and shoved them in the designated area. After disposing the trash, their feet stepped into the hallways where plenty of students were gathering at their lockers to whisper amongst themselves. Clare still had that suspicious feeling that her friends could have been hiding something from her. Maybe all those whispers and side glances she saw in the hall way were meant for her.

Shaking off the feeling, her happy exterior resurfaced as she entered her next class with her best friend. Arriving at the room, her face fell once more as the reminder of her annoyance was sitting on her desk. Not in the seat, but literally on her desk.

"Looks like someone's been waiting for you." Adam said as he walked passed her and took his seat next to the smirking Elijah Goldsworthy. A noise was produced in her throat as she slowly walked over to her desk.

"Excuse me Elijah, Can you please move?" Clare's voice was soft and pleasant. She figured that she shouldn't challenge him, seeing how he loves to pester people to their breaking point. Well, that's what her friends warn her about.

He closed his eyes and shrugged. "Well since you asked so nicely." Jumping from his previous position, Elijah's feet were planted on the ground and he was standing right in front of her. Clare never realized how narrow the aisles were until that moment. They were so close, that she couldn't move without bumping into Adam's seat. With a deep blush in Clare's face, Eli smirked above her and moved out of the way.

Releasing the deep breath she was holding, her head felt lightheaded for the brief moment and quickly sat down on her chair. Eli did the same action.

Still smiling his wicked grin, Eli came forward in his seat to Clare's ear. Clare jumped as usual. "You know you can thank me now." He said and sat back down leaning on his chair. Clare's head snapped to his direction in utter confusion.

"What are you talking about?"

The bell rang for a second time signaling the end of the passing period. The teacher then finally stood up from her desk and walked to the front of the classroom. Clapping her hands she spoke. "Alright class. I'll be walking around to collect those revised essays."

Clare sighed and slid further into her seat when Ms. Dawes was approaching her row. Hiding her face, the teacher stood next to her and glanced down. Clare repositioned herself into the appropriate posture as her palms started to sweat from her nerves. "Ms. Dawes, I'm sorry but-"

"Oh don't worry Ms. Edwards." The woman's smile increased as she looked over to the student behind Clare. "Mr. Goldsworthy explained your predicament, and I support it."

Clare's eyes opened as a dear in the headlights, she could not believe what she was hearing. "Of course this is very unconventional for me to say, but I honestly want you to improve your writing." Her slim hand pointed behind Clare. "And your partner assures me that this will do just that."

Slowly, Clare's shocked expression turned blank as she looked at the front of the class. Hearing her teacher's low heels walk passed her desk, Clare hears a paper being collected, and an enthusiastic female voice speak. "Ah, and I see Ms. Edwards really helped you out, huh Mr. Goldsworthy?" There was no response as the sound of the heels started to move farther and farther.

Suddenly a hand with a note between its fingers appeared on her shoulder. Taking the piece of paper from the hand, she quickly opened it up and scanned it over.

"You're welcome Edwards.
Meet me at the dot after school. I need to figure out what I'm going to make you do
."

Clare's face went pale. What the heck did she get herself into?


Short chapter, but it's better than nothing right?

Sorry for my lack of updates. I've been in the slums lately. (Yeah I know shocker!)

I will try to update more often. I think I've mentioned this somewhere, but I get inspired by music to draw, and when I draw I get inspired to write. I've been submitting a bunch of devations lately and well… I think my life is picking up again. So yeah. I'm happy.

Anyway… what the hell does Eli have planned for her? And I'm pretty sure a handful of you guys are thinking perverted thoughts. Tell me what you guys thing he's going to do! Humiliation? Criminal? …Hormonal? I'd love to hear what you guys think.

Also, oooo what could Clare's friends know that she doesn't? Hmmm… so many questions…

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