Author's note: Updating. There is this chapter, the next one and then the last one. Enjoy (:
Prolouge: You always cared so much about me. Sometimes I felt like you loved me more than I loved you although that can't be true. Everything I did, I did for you. Don't ever forget that. I love you.
"Yes!" I hissed, looking at the school bulletin board.
"What are you so happy about?" Imogen wrapped her arm around my shoulders and looked at the board. "You got the part - you're Ari!" she cheered.
A few weeks ago I auditioned for a play that Adam wrote. Although, Adam has been hinting that I got the part, I didn't think I would have. Plays were never really my thing and I started out just helping Adam out writing it, but he thought I fit the part pretty well.
"Congrats!" Imogen smiled and kissed me on the cheek. She looked back at the board to read about the other cast. "O-oh..." she muttered, her face falling.
I tore my eyes away from the board and looked at her. "What's wrong?"
"Clare is playing your love interest,"
I checked the board and my face fell, too. "Oh...I-I cant quit the part if you're uncomfortable with it,"
"Oh my god, Eli, no! I could never ask you to do that. I'll just...deal with it. I mean it's just a play, right?" she smiled at me.
"Yeah," I agreed and leaned in to hug her.
Clare's POV
My eyes were red and puffy as I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror. "You had to. You had to break up with him," I muttered to myself as I washed my hands.
I had just broken up with Jake. He was upset and I was upset, but we weren't gonna work out. Not while I was still in love with him.
The bathroom door opened and I started drying my hands, in a hurry to get out of there before she could notice I was crying.
In my hasty escape, I ran into her. "I'm sorry,"
Imogen scoffed and walked to the sinks. She started fixing her hair and I took in a deep breath. If I was going to be working on the play with Eli, I might as well get on better terms with his girlfriend. I wanted to avoid drama.
"So, Imogen," I began. "Are you going to come to play rehearsals tonight? The first ones are usually the funnest,' I smiled sheepishly.
She looked at me and rolled her eyes, looking back at the mirror.
I sighed. "Look, Imogen, I know I'm probably not your favorite person, but me and Eli are alright now. We've talked things over. He's forgiven me,"
Imogen turned to glare at me. "So that means I have to forgive you, too?"
"Well...no...I guess not. But I just don't see a reason why you could hate me so much,"
"Really?" she said. "I think I have every reason to hate you considering what you did to Eli,"
"Eli needed to deal with his problems alone. I couldn't help him," I muttered, my tears threatening to spill over.
"You didn't need to help him! You just needed to be there and support him. You may think that he needed to be alone but that's the last thing he needed at that time. He needed people around him to say he'd be okay not his girlfriend to run for the fucking hills!" she walked closer to me and got in my face. "You're nothing but a heartless bitch,"
I blinked back my tears and shook my head. "You don't know me, Imogen,"
"I know enough to know you're a horrible person,"
She turned and walked away. My anger started to boil in me. Usually, I would have shrugged it off. Let her get last word and think that she won, but after the horrible day I had, I didn't want to lose this fight.
"Eli and I have to kiss for the play. Bet he didn't tell you that," I said as she was about to leave.
She walked back up to me and laughed. "You really think I'm threatened by you?"
"Our first kiss was for a film project and look what happened to us. You can only bet what another kiss would do," I crossed my arms.
"Eli loves me," Imogen growled.
"Yeah...but he loved me first," I whispered.
She slapped me across the face.
My head had whipped to the side and I could feel my cheek throbbing. I gasped in shock and without thinking, I pushed her.
Imogen laughed and then grabbed my hair and swung me to the side.
Eli's POV
I started tapping my foot as I leaned against the wall. Imogen said she was just going to fix her hair and that was like five minutes ago. I've never known her to care so much about her looks.
Before I could find a girl to go in and get her, her and Clare came out of the bathroom.
Their hands were in each other's hair and they were struggling to push each other away. Imogen used Clare's hair to slam her against a locker, then throw her onto the floor. Clare managed to scrap Imogen's cheek with her nail and I saw some blood come out.
Imogen pinned Clare down and started punching her. I could see in her face that it wasn't just Clare she was hurting. She was letting all of her anger out on Clare's face.
I wrapped my arms around Imogen's waist and yanked her off Clare. She thrashed against me but I didn't let her go. Simpson and Ms Oh came over to us. Ms Oh stood in front of me and Imogen while Simpson helped Clare up.
"I want both of you in my office. Now. I'm calling your parents," Clare followed Simpson to the office, holding her lip and crying.
Imogen broke out of my arms and Ms Oh grabbed her by the elbow, pulling her towards Simpson.
Imogen's POV
I sat in the chair across from Simpson, holding a tissue to my bloody cheek. Clare was sitting next to me, holding a tissue to her lip and nose. She had a black eye and a lot of scratches. I felt ten times better since I got to let my anger out on her prissy annoying face.
Spinner stood behind my chair and Clare's mom stood behind hers. Right now, Ms. Edwards was going on and on about pressing charges and how "anyone could attack her baby like that."
I rolled my eyes.
"Okay, okay, Ms. Edwards, I understand you're upset but-" Simpson started to say but Ms. Edwards cut him off.
"Upset? I'm more than upset. Some immature girl attacks my daughter and all you wanna do is talk. I'm gonna have her thrown in juvie!"
"Mom. Stop." Clare muttered. "We're not pressing charges,"
"We'll see about that,"
I started laughing and everyone in the room glared at me. "Miss Moreno, this isn't an appropiate time to be laughing," Simpson said.
"I'm sorry," I muttered through my giggles. "Can you just give me my suspension and let me get back to my life? This is so pointless. If she wants to press charges, let her. I don't really care,"
"You should care," Spinner muttered.
"Well I don't,"
"Mr. Simpson, please," Clare removed the tissue from her mouth. "I started the fight. We were arguing and I said things I shouldn't have and then I slapped her. She only defended herself,"
I looked at Clare in shock. I was about to open my mouth but she glared and me and shook her head.
"What on Earth were you two fighting about?" Ms. Edwards yelled.
"Oh I could tell you that," Spinner grumbled. "They were fighthing over Eli. Because Imogen is so goddamn posessive over him,"
I turned in my seat to glare at me. "I'm not posessive. I have never liked Clare and I probably never will. It was only a matter of time before I kicked her ass,"
"Really? So the fight had nothing to do with Eli?" Spinner argued.
"Okay!" Simpson interupted our fighting. "I give both girls five days suspension and if it ever happens again, we will talk about pressing charges and explusion,"
I sighed and shot up from my seat, heading to the door. Spinner stood in front of it. "Look, Immy, I know you love Eli and all but now you're getting hurt and in trouble for him. It had to stop now."
"Okay," I agreed.
"Imogen..."
"Spinner, okay. I have no one else to fight. No one else annoys me as much as Clare does. So it's over. We're fine. Can I please go get my stuff now?"
"Fine," he glared. "I'll be in the car,"
Eli was waiting for me by my locker and he didn't look happy.
"I'm gonna take a wild guess and say that you and Clare fought over me,"
I started opening my locker and laughed. "You have some ego, Goldsworthy,"
"Imogen,"
"Yes, we fought over you. But I've never liked her and she tried to throw it in my face that you two are gonna fall back in love during the play. As if I didn't already know that,"
"Imogen, are you serious? You think I'm gonna fall back in love with her?"
I started to tear up and I blinked them away. "Well, why wouldn't you?"
"Because I love you and no one and nothing will ever change that," He said quietly. I looked at him and his green eyes seemed to shine.
"But I'm not her,"
"I know...you're you. I love you, not her. So it's good thing you're not her,"
"Does that mean I get another chance with you?" I smirked.
"You never lost your first chance," he smiled back and leaned in to kiss me.
Someone cleared their throat and when we broke apart, Clare was standing there. I glared at her.
"Imogen, I just want to say that I'll convince my mom not to press charges. It was mostly my fault anyway, I'm sorry."
"Thanks," I muttered and kissed Eli one more time before grabbing my bookbag and walking out the door.
Author's note: i just really want clare to get her ass kicked.
