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Bianca's POV
Clare was drunk. Like, super drunk. Not the kind of drunk where you go do stupid stuff, no, the drunk where I was afraid she was going to faint. She mumbled something, but I couldn't hear her. I needed to get away from this with her. Get her to my house where we would have a sleepover. I guess I
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could forget about that. The first thing she was going to do when we were at my house was sleep. I just had one problem. We didn't have a ride. Reese was gone already because his mom found out he sneaked out of his house while he was under house arrest. She was so mad that he even thought that if he didn't go right now, she would come to get him. I understood why he left, I didn't blame him. Drew left a few minutes after Reese. He seemed down about something, I didn't knew what. I really wanted to know but this didn't seemed like the right place to ask. Not in a overcrowled club with a drunk Clare leaning against me. I let him left without saying a word. But now it really sucked that they went to home. Without the boys, other guys came to talk to us. At least that's how they called it, I would prefer the term 'talk into their panties'. And with that, the probably thought about having sex. With us. I really needed to get Clare away from here.
Normally I would just walk home, I can handle it when someone attacks me or something like that. But with Clare with me, it probably wasn't the best idea.
I saw someone walking torwards me and looked up in the green eyes of Eli Goldsworthy. He smirks but it fades away when he sees Clare. I know, Eli. I never saw her like this before too.
'Need a ride? Imogen already went home and I can see that you also want to get away from this.' He looks at Clare and then at me. I nod. It was probably the only, and the best, offer I was going to get tonight. I know Clare wouldn't have liked this but, he, she wouldn't remember a thing tomorrow. Probably the only plus of her getting drunk.
'Sure.'
After a few minutes of driving, we were at my house. I thanked Eli for driving and dragged Clare into my house. I laid her on the couch, she wouldn't make it to the stairs and how I was going to get her up the stairs... I looked at her while she fel asleep. She looked like a rebel, a girl who wouldn't take no for an answer. She looked almost nothing alike with the sweet, innocent girl I became friends with a year ago. Her always so perfect, bouncy curls were changed into long, flat hair. Her sweet , but still long, skirts were changed into skinny jeans and short skirts. She looked like someone who didn't cared about other peoples opinions, and how some of the clothing make me look slutty, it made her look strong. I know she made good choises now, did what she wanted. There was just one thing...
I talked to Eli on the way to my house and, well, he still likes her. And I wouldn't say that Clare ever said something bad about him to me, but, I think she made the wrong choice to leave him. He still seems to love her and I think her feelings haven't disappeart either.
Eli is funny, witty, smart and sweet. And really sarcastic, but you know, in a weird way it fits him. And if I think all of that of a guy I just talked with for 4 minutes... Well, then he is really worth all the trouble.