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Author's Note: There isn't really an excuse I can possibly give you guys, I just couldn't figure out how to write this chapter without it sounding stupid or rushed. Hope you guys enjoy it!


Chapter Seven:

And All That Jazz

I wanted to strangle Thalia.

Even though I want to do this more often than a normal, more rational person probably should want to do to their best friend, this time it was different.

"So you're like the average Helga Pataki," Bianca said with a smirk, inhaling her cigarette.

I gave a deadly glare to my so-called best friend and turned back to Bianca. "Thalia is exaggerating, as always. I'm completely sane with my love for Eli."

"Please, Immy," Thalia said rolling her eyes and then let out a cough as she inhaled the white cancer stick.

Thalia was an even worse smoker than me, but for some reason she refused to put it out and back off smoking forever. "

You know everything there is to know about Elijah Goldsworthy. I wouldn't be surprised if there actually was a shrine of him made out of his chewing gum in your closet." Thalia said once she completed her coughing fit.

Pity that she didn't choke on the smoke, isn't it?

Okay, I'm not that mean, but I do want to punch her for the embarrassment she's causing me.

"That's disgusting, and I have some sanity, thank you very much." I said turning up my nose and crossing my arms over my chest.

Bianca laughed, causing a cloud of smoke to billow out from her mouth and nose like a dragon. "I don't understand why your so in love with Dr. Doom." She said, flicking her cigarette, the ashes raining down upon the asphalt.

I shrugged. "He's just really sweet, and he stands up for people, and he's an amazing writer. There's just a lot I love about him." I said, sounding defensive.

Bianca smirked, "You're probably lusting over his dreamy good looks."

I rolled my eyes. "No, Eli is very attractive, but he's so much more than looks, you know."

"Lay off the Seventeen, Cat Ears," Bianca said, taking a final drag and dropping the white stick to the ground to stomp it out with her silver heel.

I stuck my tongue out at her childishly once her back was turned and heading for the door.

Thalia dropped her cigarette with a final cough. "Damn, smoking is tough."

I glared at her, "Why do you enjoy making me uncomfortable and miserable?"

"Because it's easy and it puts a smile on my face." She replied sarcastically as she put her hair into a tight ponytail.

I smacked her arm, "You're a mean person, Thalia Whitson, and don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise."

"How sweet Ims, more compliments like that and I'll sob with joy."

"One day I'll be in therapy and all I'll be able to do is rant about what a horrible friend you were to me!" I threatened, picking up my bag.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she said, waving her hand at my comments as if to metaphorically brush them away. Actually, that was exactly what she was doing… Have I mentioned that I just don't like her very much? I have? Good, cause I don't. "C'mon, Agent Hot Pants, we have chemistry and if Mr. Benetkamp sees us waltz in late again he'll give us a detention."

"Ah another detention, just what I need." I said, dramatically waving my arms as we headed towards the doors.

Rehearsal was that afternoon and it would be when step two of the plan would fall into place.

Breaking Eli and Clare up would be easy as long as Fitz and I let them play into our hands.

Fitz was late, of course, so I took a seat and began reading over the script, an Eli Goldsworthy original about a tragic love between a boy and a girl, how very Shakespeare of him.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Eli's voice hissed.

I jumped up, thinking he was talking to me since he was standing a few feet away, but his eyes were looking to whoever had walked through the door. I swiveled my head seeing it was Fitz.

I felt my lips tug up into a small smile. My plan couldn't be working any better.

"Well, Goldsworthy," Fitz drawled out, taking the seat beside me, "I'm here to build sets. Didn't the announcements say that all students interested in the play should show up today?"

I resisted the urge to high-five him. He was doing perfect!

Eli sneered, and moved a little closer to where Fitz sat. "Don't think I don't know what you're trying to do, Fitzy, and trust me, it's not going to work."

"I honestly have no idea what you're talking about, but keep up the paranoia, girl's love it." Fitz deadpanned to him, unfazed by Eli's menacing stare at all.

Eli threw him a sneer and went over to where Adam Torres stood.

"Brilliant," I mumbled to Fitz.

Fitz shrugged, "Getting under that bastard's skin really is a bonus."

"Because of the fake ID incident?" I asked.

"Yeah and – wait, how did you know about that?" He asked.

"Please," I scoffed, "everyone at school knows about that. I mean it was a fake ID of a serial arsonist."

Fitz thought about it for a second, "Point taken."

"I just wish I could make my move already, I'm tired of waiting." I said with a sigh.

"Trust me, he's losing it," Fitz said.

"Okay everyone," Dawes said going to the stage to tell us the plans of the play, every so often I'd see Eli looking up and giving Fitz a hateful glare, and giving Clare's shoulder a protective squeeze.

I smirked as I watched him. Little did Eli Goldsworthy know that everything of my genius plan was falling in place perfectly.

Phase Two of Mission Break Up Eli and Clare: Complete!


Author's Note: This chapter was just destined to be no good I suppose. But thank LadyAzura for this chapter, seeing one of my favorite fanfic authors follow/review my story made me strive to crank it out. If you haven't read any of her stories go do it, you don't even understand the beautiful things you're missing out on. Seriously.

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