Clare's pov:
The next morning, I rolled out of bed, slipped into jeans and a T-shirt, pulled on my jacket and grabbed a raven on my way out (I never skip breakfast!) . I slid into my SUV, the standard morning procedure. But then I got to school. It all happened in a split second: the swerve, the loss of control, the regain of control, and almost smashing into a small Mercedes. I gasped and jumped out,
"I'm so sorry!" I shouted, running up to the girl in a tank and shorts angling her way out of the smaller car. She ran around to the other side, bending over to check for scratches.
"I really am sorry," I said again, lifting the stubs I called nails up to my mouth to chew the skin that held them to my flesh. She sighed and finally spoke,
"It's OK. Could happen to anyone. I'm Camie, by the way." She said, sticking out her hand, delicate and dove-like. I grasped it with my death-like, cold fingers and shook it.
"I'm Clare." "So, you're new here, right?"
"Sort of. I transferred a month or two ago from Romania."
"Cool. Have you found anyone you might like yet?" "You could say that...I actually have a boyfriend."
"Really? Lucky. I'm single at the moment, but I'm such a boyfriend stealer! Really, I feel so guilty about tearing guys away from their girlfriends all the time, but I just think they're so yummy!" Camie squealed, laughing. I cringed, tearing apart love? Didn't sound very funny...
"So, who do you have for first period?" she asked, smiling.
"Dawes. You?"
"Really? We're in the same class! I wonder why we've never talked before?"
I shrugged.
"Well, we'll fix that now, won't we? And you can introduce me to your boyfriend! I need to know what guy is strictly off-limits." I smiled, thinking that she had really meant what she said.
"Of course, come with me." We looked around for a while until we found him, looking around like he had lost something of importance.
"Eli!," I yelled, pressing my lips to his jaw line, "lose something?"
He laughed,
"I've been looking for you all morning." He glanced behind me,
"Who's your friend?" I looked between the two,
"Eli, this is Camie. She's sort of a friend of mine. I wanted you two to meet...I mean, aside from Adam, she's kind of my first friend here."
"Oh," he said. "it's nice to meet you." She batted her dark eyelashes,
"You too. Clare's told me soooo much about you! You seem like SUCH a nice guy. But, uh, would YOU tell me about yourself?" she moved her body slightly forward, as if trying to give Eli a glance of something I KNOW would have made him cringe.
"There's not much to tell. I'm a pretty simple guy with pretty simple needs. Air. Food...Clare." He smiled at me. I knew what Camie wanted. She wanted my boyfriend. And I wasn't going to let her have him.
"So, Eli, I was wondering if you wanted to come over to school. I figured we could pop in some Twilight and get our kiss on." I giggled, pulling him in by the collar of his shirt.
"Clare, you should know by now that I'll suffer through Twilight any day if it means getting on your lips." he replied, smirking. I smiled to myself.
Take that, Camie.
I suffered through the rest of the day, with the scary image of Camie clouding my mind,making me oblivious to everything else going on in the ruptured school. I knew what I would do to keep him and I knew it would mean being SUPER protective for a while but he would live...figuratively speaking. As soon as the bell rang, I grabbed Eli's hand and dragged him to my SUV, which was waiting patiently for me, as if it hadn't encountered a near-death experience this morning. We were at my house within seconds.
First thing, I looked around to make sure my brothers weren't home. I didn't need them freaking if things got...serious. As I re-entered the living room, I found Eli already on the couch, arms open, ready to circle me in embrace. I grazed across the room swiftly and met his lips in a moment of pure bliss. He gently slipped his tongue between my lips. A moan was let out. I'm not sure from who, but I know it was there. After several minutes of steamy lip to lip action, I realized that not only would my makeup be running, my hair would be an absolute mess.
"I must look like a total hot mess." I muttered, laughing into his cold lips.
"It's sexy." he replied. I rolled my eyes and gently pushed away from him,
"I'm going to go freshen up. Sit, stay!" I laughed, making my way towards the bathroom.
"Arf." he yapped. I rolled my eyes again. Typical Eli.
Eli's POV:
As soon as Clare left for the bathroom, there was a knock on the door. I gave a deep sigh and ran to answer it. "Camie?" I gaped, as she stood before me, gallons of makeup smeared all over her face and her tank top hugging her features...in a way that made me cringe.
"Eli..." she purred, "I was wondering when Clare would leave. I just had to," she paused, "taaalk to you." in that second, her lips had captured mine. I didn't want to push her off, knowing I could really hurt her but I also knew that if Clare saw this...just as the thought entered my mind, Clare entered the room.
"ELI!" she shrieked. I sat, frozen, staring at Camie who was staring at Clare like she had three heads. Then I realized,
Clare was exposing her fangs.
A/N: this chapter was written by me (Claudia Montague) the next chapter will be written by Jamester7