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I'm pretty sure all the teachers hate me. Fitz has walked me to class every period today and has earned me a nice glare from every teacher. They would shake their heads when he hugged me goodbye. They wouldn't even call on me when I knew the answers.

After english, the last period of the day, Fitz was waiting for me outside of the room. "Hey." He said and gave me a quick kiss.

"Hey, so what are we doing tonight?" I asked, figuring he wanted to hang out.

"I don't know about you but I've got detention." He threw an arm around my shoulders and walked down the hall.

"Um why?" I stopped walking, his arm fell off my shoulders. Fitz turned to me.

"It was stupid shit. Don't worry about it." Fitz grabbed my hand, "Come on, I'll walk you home. Detention doesn't start for another twenty mintues."

I sighed and let him lead me down the hall. Once we were outside I decided to ask him again. "What did you do this time?"

Fitz groaned, "Why can't you ever just drop anything?"

"Oh god is it that bad?" I was now fearing his answer.

"Some people were talking shit about us. I had to set them straight." He grinned as if I'd be proud.

"You know how I feel about violence." We walked down the sidewalk to my house. My toes were suddenly getting cold from the wet slush.

"Yeah but if you heard what I did you'd beat their ass too." Fitz stopped suddenly and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it up.

I sighed and pulled it out of his mouth and stomping it on the ground. His mouth fell wide open. "I thought you didn't do that anymore."

He laughed, "I never said that. And what is your problem anyway?"

I shivered from the cold, the wind suddenly picking up. I shook my head, "Nothing's wrong. So who said what about us?"

"Just stupid people saying stupid shit. Don't worry." He shrugged and went for my hand. "Come on Clare don't do this."

I looked at him, his eyes pleading. I felt so bad for what happened. "I'm sorry I'm just stressing about school and us." I ran my fingers through my hair, grabbing fist fulls.

Fitz took my hands and brought me closer, "Stop Clare. What's so bad about us?"

I buried my head in his shoulder, wishing we could be like this forever. "How long is it going to be before you turn back to the jerk you once were?"

He pushed my back, "So you want me to be a dick? Fine then, I can go back to being a dick to you. And you know what? I don't even have to talk to you." He started heading toward the school and did a little wave, "Have a nice life Clare."

I sighed and slapped my forehead. Fitz was a lot better than Eli ever was, at least he could admit he liked me. What did Eli do? Nothing.

I continued the lonely walk home, not bothering to glance at anything. Everything reminded me of him.

I was practically in tears by the time I reached the front steps of the house. Maybe I did screw things up. Fitz was being such a nice guy to me, and I messed it up twice.

I was so thanful my parents were at work. I had the whole house to myself, and no one could see me cry. I threw my bag on the chair and sprinted upstairs, throwing myself on my bed. Every emotion I held for the last two weeks had now surfaced and let themselves out.

All the stress I held about my parents, Eli, and Fitz had completely left me. But everything about Fitz seemed to come back. Was he a rebound? I knew I liked him, possibly more than I liked Eli, and he obviously liked me too. So why couldn't I be happy with that?

Because of the guilt. Yes, I still felt guilty about putting Fitz through all that. It was my fault for everything.

I sighed and glanced at the clock. 4:30, my parents will be home at six, and Fitz should be out of detention. It's not like he'd call or anything, he hates me.

I felt like being a bum and changed into a pair of short shorts and a tank, then headed downstairs. I opened the fridge and found no food. I groaned, this day was just getting better and better. I walked into the living room and flung myself onto the couch. How I loved the cushiony goodness.

I buried my head in the pillow, feeling depression coming on. I don't even think I can get up if there was a fire, I had no energy.

It was almost 5 when I fell asleep, but was woken up at the sound of the doorbell. If it was Alli I was going to scream. She would start flipping out for nothing, mostly because of the recent Drew problems. He was still trying to get her back but she wouldn't even talk to him.

I stood up and sluggishly walked to the door. Whoever is was would not stop ringing the doorbell. I swung the door open, ready to scream my head at whoever was there. My jaw fell open at who was standing there.

Fitz stood with his arms crossed and looking at the ground. He quickly looked at me, "Can we talk?"

Before I could respond he walked through the door and looked around. He smiled when his eyes landed on an old picture of me. He turned to me, "I like this picture."

"It was a youth group retreat, we went to the lake and my mom wanted me to jump in so she could take it." I walked next to him, keeping my eyes on him the whole time. "Why are you here?"

"To talk." He said in the 'duh' voice.

I rolled my eyes, "Like I didn't know that."

Fitz shrugged, "Are your parents going to be mad you have a boy in the house?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestivley.

"They won't be home for another hour." I shrugged and glanced to the stairs.

He saw me looking and said, "So are you going to show your boyfriend around?"

My heart skipped a beat and I smiled, "Boyfriend?"

Fitz nodded, "Well yeah that's kind of what we have to talk about."

I kept my smile on and grabbed his hand, "So this is the living room and over there," I pointed to the left of us, "Is the kitchen."

I lead him to the back bathroom then upstairs. "This is my sister's room and my parents room." I pointed to each room and showed him the upstairs bathroom.

Fitz pointed to a door, "Your room?" He opened the door without waiting for a response. He looked around my room, nodding as if he approved. Then he went to the bed and sat down, bouncing up and down on it. He patted the bed next to him.

I sat down and stared at him, "So?"

Fitz layed back on my bed. It was nice to know he felt so comfortable. "I don't know what it is about you but everything you do drives me crazy."

"Is that a good thing?"

"Great thing. I've never felt this way about anyone before Clare. It scares me." Fitz said, sounding as suprised as I was to hear those words. He put his arms around me and pulled me on top of him.

My breath hitched in my throat and I swallowed. I had never been this close to a guy before.

"Clare." He breathed, his lips almost touching mine.

I got scared. It's not like I didn't trust Fitz but I just couldn't be this close to a guy. I got off him in a hurry and sat cross legged next to him, "So did you talk to Adam yet?"

Fitz shook his head and propped himself up on his elbows. "I haven't seen him today."

I frowned, "Well there's always tomorrow."

He smiled and put his hand on my leg. "Is this ok?"

I nodded because for once, everything was ok. That is until I heard the front door close and keys being dropped. "You have to go."

Fitz nodded and jumped up. I heard the downstairs bathroom door close and pulled Fitz out of the room and downstairs. I searched around and didn't see my mom anywhere. Fitz walked past me and opened the front door but stopped when he heard my mom.

"Clare, what is this?"

We both turned around to face her, the minute I did I regretted it.