How goes it, everybody? Here is Chapter six part 2, as promised. Now, before you read it and remove me as your favorite author or something, please know that I am not anywhere close to ending my story yet. Lol. Just had to let ya know. (:

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Clare's POV-

Sunday was a very long day. Long and boring. And, I know why. Not that I'd ever admit that to myself. What I did know, was that I couldn't be with Eli. He had the ability to make me or break me. Last night was a break. I'm grateful I realized that before anything serious happened. Not that I would ever do anything that I'd regret later. He doesn't have that much of an influence on me. Or does he? I'm beginning to believe that Eli could get me to do whatever he wants. When I'm with him, I forget all about this ring on my left hand. The ring that just so happens to symbolize my innocence. And, that's a very bad thing.

Maybe, I'm just not ready for a relationship right now. I could barely handle when K.C. left me. I doubt I could handle it, if that happened with Eli. Then again, maybe I'm judging him to quickly. There's something about him that I don't know yet. He acts like he's hiding something. I don't know if I could ever be with him, unless I figure out what it is.

Somewhere between al of my troubled thoughts, I must have fallen asleep. It was dreamless, and boring, just like my Sunday afternoon. I awoke to Beethoven's Symphony, the ring tone I use for my alarm. I quickly got a shower, got dressed, and fixed my hair. After eating some fruit loops, and brushing my teeth, my mom drove me to Degrassi. I was suddenly feeling queasy, which is weird for me. I'm never nervous about school.

I walked through the entrance doors, on my way to my first period class. Algebra seemed to pass by slower than usual this morning. Every class did. I sat, impatiently, through Algebra, Biology, and Civics, before I finally made my way to English.

I stumbled through the classroom door, tripping over my own two feet. I took my seat, and began drawing random shapes and swirls all over my notebook. I was only vaguely aware of the classroom filling up. I could hear chairs scraping the floor, but it was all in the back of my mind. I was zoned out, completely. The chair in front of me screeched loudly as it scraped against the linoleum, snapping me back to reality. I looked up to see Eli taking his seat. He didn't say anything to me as he sat down. The teacher began class, much to my dismay, and I didn't have a chance to talk to him.

When the bell finally rung, he half-ran out of the room. I stared after him, confused. As I walked to the parking lot to wait for my mom, I saw him struggling to get his hearse started. I watched as he got out frustrated, and opened the hood to his car. While he was attempting to fix Morty, I decided it was a good time to talk to him. He couldn't avoid me when his car wouldn't start.

He exhaled loudly, as he noticed me walking up. "Eli, why are you avoiding me?" I said it as calmly as I could manage while on the verge of tears. "I have to, Clare. It's the only way for you to understand." "Understand what?" I could feel the tears about to stream down my cheeks. "I can't be with you, Clare." Why not? What could possibly be keeping us apart? "Yes you can, Eli. I want to be with you, and I know you feel the same way about me."

His face was still cold, his expression unchanged. But, I could read something different in his eyes. Something other than the front the was putting up. "Clare" he whispered. I could've sworn that he was about to tell me he was just scared, that we could make this work. I was hoping that he would tell me that he does care about me, that we can't be apart. All hope came crashing sown as soon as he opened his mouth. "I don't want to be with you, Clare."

I stood there unable to cry, unable to talk. I just nodded my head once, still processing everything. He got his car fixed, and closed the hood. He walked around to the driver's side, and stopped. As if I wasn't already torn into enough pieces, he turned to look at me again. His voice was so low it almost came out in a whisper. "I'm sorry I lead you on."

I felt numb, as I watched him drive away. My heart has been torn, and stitched up again, like a ragged old quilt. This time, it's unstitchable. There are too many holes. As my mom pulled up, I was still partly in a daze. All I could feel was the aching of a new gash, caused by the one person I was sure that I could trust. Elijah Goldsworthy.

Eli's POV-

I feel horrible. I deserve to feel horrible. I didn't want to hurt Clare like that. I almost couldn't do it. I wanted desperately to tell her that I did want her. Seeing her like that, hurt beyond measure, I wanted nothing more than to wrap my arms around her. I wanted to comfort her.

I thought about calling her to apologize, to tell her the truth. It's inescapable torture having to sit here, knowing that I hurt her, just like her ex. She probably hates me. Well, I deserve to be hated. After I got home, and finished my homework, I decided to go to bed. At least when I'm asleep, I can think about something besides Clare…

I was relieved when my alarm went off. My once empty dreams were filled with her, all night long. But instead of her usually warm smile, and glowing face, it was replaced with an expression of agony. An expression that I put there. I got a shower, and threw on the first things my hands touched. After brushing my teeth, and putting some gel in my hair, I figured it was probably time to leave.

My first period class was Geography. I attempted to focus on what the teacher was lecturing us about, but somehow my mind continued to wander back to Clare. I survived through Geography, Calculus, and Chemistry, before it was finally time for English class. I walked in, and took my seat, paying no attention to the beautiful girl sitting behind me. The girl that I can't seem to get over. The girl that has literally stolen my heart. Clare Edwards.

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