Here we are, at Johnny Di Marco's house. I can't believe what he did. I used to think he was a jerk, but now . . .

Now he has Hell to pay. No one, NO ONE, hurts my friends. I finger the knife I have on my belt loop. I'm not going to kill him, just scare the Fuck out of him. Tear his furniture up. Truth be told, I think I would be doing this even if Eli and Dave weren't here. Alli is just like a sister to me.

I'm relieved that she went to sleep right after we took her home. Sav couldn't come. If he got caught, he would never be able to make it up with community service, or get his record cleaned up before he has to apply to collage. Plus, he's not a minor like us. We'll get a slap on the wrist, (A day or two in juvenile hall, a few months probation, a week of community service, or maybe even a fine. Something small.) Sav would be charged as an adult and get put in prison.

Wesley doesn't have the balls to trespass. Connor can't get in trouble or he'll get kicked out of school.

"Clare, are you sure you should be here? Johnny cold hurt a girl like you." Said Dave. I know I'm not very large, or strong looking, but I could hold my own in a fight. (Hopefully.)

"I'll be fine." We go up to his door. I know he's in there. The light is on and no one else lives here. I pull a pin out of my pocket and work it into the lock. The door opened, but there was a deadbolt holding it closed.

"Move over, Ginger." I did. Eli handed me his baseball bat and threw himself against the door. The deadbolt broke. That's my big strong man. He rubbed his shoulder like it was sore. I'll have to rub it later. I gave him his bat back. Slowly, we peered in. The little house was, oddly enough, immaculate. It won't be for long.

Johnny was standing in the kitchen, with a taco in his hand. I suppose you get hungry after a long night of rape. I walked into the house first, and Eli followed me with his bat. Dave shuffled in as if he was an afterthought. I have to give him kudos for having the guts to come with us. He really loves Alli.

"What the Hell are you doing here?" Asked Johnny with a mouth full of taco meat. He swallowed and came into his little living room.

"That's a good question." I went to sit on the couch. I leaned my head on one arm and my feet over the other. Here I am, draped over Johnny Di Marco's couch, fully intending run my blade over nice, soft leather. I've always had a thing for the gentle, cool leather that makes nice furniture.

I look around and I find that everything in this house is nice. The large, flat screen television had to be expensive. The Play station stuff had to cost thousands. The carpet was soft and blue. I pulled off my shoes and threw them at the door, placing one foot on the floor, shuffling my toes around on the blue carpet fibers.

I sigh. I'm enjoying the luxuries of someone else's house, fully meaning to destroy everything in sight. Eli and Dave both started to edge toward Johnny. He started to back up into the kitchen.

"What's your problem? Do you really think that we would just let you leave after what you did?" Said Dave as he knocked over a chair.

"I . . . I" stammered Johnny.

"Where's Clare?" Asked Eli. I heard him walk quickly back to the living room, but didn't look up. I expected to hear him walk back in the kitchen and give Johnny what for, but that never happened, instead, I heard some heavy breathing. I could barley tell what it was over Dave's yelling at Johnny, and Johnny's scared stammering. That sound, Johnny falling all over his word (he's usually quite smooth) is one of the most appealing things I've ever heard, but it's nowhere near the level of sweet satisfaction I get from hearing Eli's deep, loud breath.

I know it's not from walking four miles to get here.

I know it's not from confronting Johnny.

He's, for all practical purposes, I panting, because of me. I'm not satisfied anymore. I'm hungry. Hungry for Eli Goldsworthy. I look at him. He's flushed, as if the sight of me has given him light sunburn. There's sweat sticking to his dark hair and his collar is starting to become a shade darker. My eyes go down. The white shirt he's wearing is covering up the skin I'm longing to touch. Further down, there's a noticeable bulge in his pants. I'm not the only one wanting this.

I gave an experimental wiggle. Eli looked like he was trying to hold something in. I want to find out what it is. I did it again.

Eli whined. Slowly, he put one foot in front of the other and inched toward me. The longing look was apparent in his eyes, just as (I'm sure) the look is easily seen in mine. After a few painstakingly long moments, he was looking down at me. I could feel him breath. The sound, the temperature, was so overwhelming. My vision went blurry.
"Well?" I asked in a choked whisper.

"Well what?" He said back.

"What are you waiting for?" He starts to lean in. His emerald green eyes are clouded with lust and want.

Suddenly, we hear a loud bone crunching sound. Then there's a thud. Oh shit. Dave just got his ass beat. Eli starts to run to the kitchen, but stopped himself. He looked at his bulge, and then back at me. He stomped one of his feet like an upset child. I took off the over shirt and threw it to him. He gave me a quick nod as if to say 'thank you' and tied it around his waist. Now, I'm left in a tank top. I usually wouldn't gallivant around in something so skimpy, but at the moment, I don't really care. I get up and walk to the kitchen. There, I see a rare sight.

There's Dave, standing over a bleeding, unconscious Johnny. His nose is obviously broken, and there's a gash on his cheek that's bleeding profusely. (Not enough to really hurt him.) David verses Goliath.

"You knocked him out." Said Eli in disbelief.

"Yeah. Where the Hell were you. I wanted to kick the shit out of him with your bat." Said Dave breathlessly. He may be annoying sometimes, but I love Dave. Eli handed him the bat that I didn't know he still had.

"Go crazy."

"That would be pointless now. Hey Clare?" Asks Dave.

"Yes?"

"What do we do now?"

"Fuck up his house." I took the knife out and let the blade glide over the kitchen curtains. Got to love a sharp knife. Dave looked at me with a shocked look on her face. "I'm leaving a message behind." I'm not crazy. No, I'm angry. This will be with Alli for the rest of her life. What happens when she falls in love and she can't have a healthy sex life? If I weren't afraid of getting an STD, I'd cut his balls of myself. After a little bit of solo destruction, Eli and Dave joined in.

I found his little laundry room and looked around. Bleach. Tons of Bleach. The idiot bastard is a clean freak? Perfect. I took one of the large, white jugs and made a trail to the living room. The liquid made a large, unsightly white line on his nice, soft carpet. Then, I took it upstairs, a long, white line marking my path.

I poured bleach all over his bed, and I used the last of it on his clothes. Then, I repeated my actions until most of the bleach was used and most of the carpet was marred with white lacerations.

"Having fun?" Asked Eli. I laughed in response. I plunged the knife into one of the stupid little throw pillows he kept on his couch and made a rip down the middle. I picked it up, and gave Eli a playful wallop. Little white feathers flew all over the place. "Two can play this game."

Eli ripped his own pillows and hit me back. (Albeit very gently, as if he thought I was breakable.) I pushed Eli as hard as I could. He took a step back. Eli picked me up and threw me on the soft, still untouched couch. His handsome self started to lean over me. Closer, closer, just a little closer. I reached up and ran my fingers through his soft hair. Eli tilted his head to kiss me and . . .

"Hey, if you guys are going to do this, can't you wait until I cut up the couch? It looks expensive." Dave (stupid fucking Dave) looked giddy and happy. I'm not the kind to really judge most people, but I think Dave is a dumbass.

"How 'bout we just go away." I said, standing up and dragging Eli by his collar. We went out of the living room, and straight out the door. Johnny is a smart boy, he won't call the cops. If he calls, Alli will tell them all about what he did. He's not a minor anymore, so he'll go straight to jail. Eli, Dave and I will just get a firm talking to and a few months of probation and some anger management. Dave and I have clear records, and I don't know about Eli, but if he still lives with his own parents, he must not be on his last leg.

We lean against the wall and Eli kisses me. Perfect.

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