Clare's POV
He drove his motorcycle over my house on Thursday. The project was long forgotten, so we talked on my bed instead. He showed me his two tattoos. A peace sign on his left wrist and an infinity sign on his right. I laughed so hard.
"Eli, did your parents make you get those?" I croaked out through my laughter. He pushed at me.
"No, it's something I stand for. For the most part I mean." He told me smirking. "Wanna know the next one I'm gonna get?" Eli asked, I stopped laughing becoming interested more interested in the topic.
"Yes, tell me." I demanded, I could see the smile trying to break out on his face but he remained as serious as he could.
"I'm gonna get Clare right under my third nipple." He blurted out, letting the smile have its way. I punched him.
"You don't have a third nipple Eli, you're such a fucking liar!" I accused laughing at the thought.
" I do, look here. I wouldn't lie about important shit like being a part of the Triple Nipple Club." He said lifting his shirt. It was pink and smaller than the other two, located right under his left one.
"Eww, you're such a weird hippies kid Eli." I joked but he must've thought I was serious cause he fought back hard.
"At least I'm not a fake Christian with my family on the rocks." He threw back at me, looking hurt.
"I hate you." I said menacingly, leaning in until our lips connected. We must have been pretty pissed because it was like we were kiss-fighting. I sucked on his lip piercing and he moaned getting on top of me. I could feel him pressed against my leg and I didn't know why I initiated the make out session in the first place. I should've slapped him for what he said. Told him to leave, refuse to finish our project. Not reward him for it but none of those other options seemed to help me. I was in control. I could start this and stop it. I pushed him off of me then glared, I wasn't really mad. Everything he said was true but that didn't mean he could say it.
"Get out. Don't text or call me. I'll see you at school tomorrow. Bye." My harsh words got a sigh from him. I think he bought my "angry at you" act because he left slowly with two sad words:
"Bye, Clare."
Serves him right. Good riddance. Maybe this was just a bad idea. I was starting to think I should have never asked Mrs. Dawes to assign us as project partners.