Thank you for the awesome reviews, and I know you guys want Eli and Clare together but I want the relationship to build slowly. Trust me it"s worth the wait.:) Although in this chapter you see Eli conflicting with his feelings towards her. So enjoy.:)
Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi.
She took a seat in the booth we chosen in the back. I sat across from her, watching her every move. The way she would cross her arms over her chest, when she bit her lip, or when I heard the tapping of her feet underneath the table. She's so alluring she doesn't even realize it.
"So….is there something bothering you?" I asked.
Her eyes flashed to mine. "No, what would make you say that?"
"Well, by the looks of yourself, you look pretty anxious." I smirked as she stopped fidgeting.
I wonder what she was going to tell her friend about me. Did she have a crush on me? Did she think I was a creepy stalker? Questions that can not be answered. Shame.
"No…..it's just I was supposed to come here with my friend Alli….." I raised an eyebrow as she looked at me. "No! No! I didn't mean it like that, it's just I needed to talk to her about something but she bailed. I'm not trying to use you."
I laughed. "Clare it's okay I understand. You know if you want, you can talk to me about what you were going to talk about to Alli."
Her face turned red, making me lick my lips. I knew she was embarrassed because the subject was about me. I hid the smirk that was threatening to expose itself.
"Umm…it's okay. It's j-just some girl talk. You wouldn't be interested." She stammered.
"Alright, but you can talk to me. I know we don't know each other that well, but I'm a good listener."
She looked at me, but her face showed like she was thinking of something else. She placed her hands on the table and sighed.
"Okay, there is something, you promise not to tell anyone." Her voice was just below a whisper.
"Yeah, I promise."
She looked down at her hands. "I think…someone's following me." She looked back into my eyes. They didn't show any fear. Just neutral.
I did my best to not show any emotion splaying over my face. She knows. She knows I'm following her. Wellshe doesn't exactly knows its me, but she knows something. This girl is getting closer and closer to finding out my intentions.
"Are you sure someone's following you?"
She nodded. "I feel it every morning after I leave my house. It's like the person is right behind me, but far away. I can feel it on my skin."
I raised my eyebrows. "Have you told anyone else, maybe the police can help…"
What am I doing? I'm practically giving myself away just so she can feel more safe. This is wrong.
"No. The police can not get involved. There's more to it, that the police can't get involved in."
I leaned in a little more. "What do you mean?"
"Remember when I told you about….vampires."
"Yeah…."
"Well I'm not saying they're real…but I feel the person that's following me is more than…human." she justified.
I didn't breath. I didn't move. I've never felt scared in my whole existence, but now knowing an average girl could know exactly what goes on behind those myths, could lead to very frightening things.
"Oh…." Was all I said.
"I'm sorry, you must think I'm crazy-"
"Not at all….I like your theory."
"It's just also I think this thing or whatever was also the cause of my…." Her eyes turned wide as she realized what she was about to say.
"Your what?"
"Nothing-nothing. Listen why don't we get something-"
"Clare?"
Our heads snapped to the source. Making their way toward the table, was a tall guy with brown hair. He was looking directly at Clare. Clare turned back around and groaned.
"Is everything okay?" I asked.
"Yeah….fine." she muttered.
When the guy stepped in front of our booth, I smelled his scent. It had to be one of the most revolting smells I've ever smelled. It was musky and barbaric. I blocked out my breathing and focused on Clare.
"Clare we need to talk." he said, but his eyes were stuck on me.
"K.C. go away. I don't want to talk to you." Clare said annoyed.
"I'm not leaving until you talk to me."
Clare looked at him. "Fine but just for a minute." She looked back to me and smiled. "I'll be right back." She got up and walked past K.C. not even caring if he followed or not. They went out side but I can see them through the glass. Clare kept her distance and shielded herself with her arms over her chest.
"K.C what do you want?"
"Who's that guy in there?"
"How is that any of your business."
"Whatever, that's not why I came by."
"Enlighten me."
"I think we should get back together."
Clare laughed sharply.
"Now that's a good joke."
"I'm being serious."
"So was I when I told you we were OVER. You can go back to your blonde slut."
I heard Clare walk back to the door but not before K.C. muttered, "This isn't over."
Clare paused at the knob and looked shaken.
K.C. I don't like him. Actually I hate him. I wouldn't mind tearing him to shreds and dump his body in the nearest garbage bin. I wouldn't feed off him though, too disgusted. He made my blood boil, when he entered, and the way he treated Clare, tested my self-control. The guy should not be trusted…for a human.
Clare slid back into her seat, but didn't look at me. "Can we go? I really don't feel like being here right now."
I nodded and we got up and left The Dot.
"Where do you want to go?" I asked as we walked down the sidewalk.
"Umm….you can come back to my house…" She looked to me but her eyes were hesitant.
I smirked. "Sure."
xXx
We entered her house after the walk. The house was filled with her scent. It was a match made in heaven. She led me upstairs to her room. After closing the door, she motioned for me to sit on the bed.
"Do you want anything?" she asked as she set her bag down.
"No thanks." I said while I looked around her room.
"What did you think about today's class…..about the holy cross." I noticed she clutched her cross on her necklace. I made sure I hide the cross shaped scar on my hand.
"Umm…interesting I've never heard of it before."
She took off her sweater, showing the two punctured holes on her neck. I walked up to her.
"What happened to your neck?"
She placed a hand over the scar right away. "Sorry. I'll put this back on-"
I grabbed her sweater and threw it on the ground. I looked into her eyes before I looked down at her bite. The holes were healing but the scar will stay there forever. I brought my hand up and touched the scar. She gasped quietly as I stroked the scar gently. I felt myself getting out of control. I wanted her. Right now.
"I have to go."
I bolted out of her room and out of her house. I ran away as fast as I could. I could've finally finished her…
So...Yah? or Nah?
