A/n: Sorry for the super long update! But while I was gone, I noticed that Teenage Dream has hit over 50 reviews! Thank you guys so much! You're awesome! Also, I noticed some of you have been worried that I dropped this story because I haven't updated in a few days. Just know that I plan on giving this story a very long life and I have no plans of ending it any time soon! So, without any further ado, please enjoy this next chapter~

"Hey, little lady, what's your name?"

Clementine looked at the boy talking to her with suspicion. She had only seen him once, when she had to deliver that note to Coach Randall, but they had never spoken to each other. He was tall, taller than Luke, with a deep voice and hair that was a light brown. He had a look in his eyes that made Clementine uncomfortable.

"My name's Clementine," she answered, "Your's?"

He held out his hand, "William Carver. Would you like to join us for lunch?" He asks gesturing to the table full of students, the center seat was empty, presumably left for him.

"No thanks, my friends are probably waiting for me and I-"

"Who? Luke?" Carver asks, "No way, he probably doesn't even notice you're gone. Come on, just for today?"

Clementine frowns, looking back at the table she usually sat at with her group of friends. Nate was chatting at Sarah, who was looking down shyly at her tray of food. Russel and Becca were play fighting, smearing food on each other's faces. Luke and Nick were sitting across from each other, playing a game of cards, Rummy, it looked like.

"Alright, I guess."

Carver gives her a smile, before leading her to the empty chair, pulling it out so that she could sit down. The gesture made her uncomfortable, but she didn't say anything. Something about this guy seemed off, and she didn't really want to give him a reason to go off on her.

Carver turned to the person sitting next to Clementine, a bigger, black guy, who was talking to a pretty girl with curly hair. "Alvin, move. I'm gonna sit next to the new girl."

The guy, Alvin, glares at Carver. "Seriously, man? Fuck off."

Carver then pulls Alvin out of the chair, by the collar of his jacket. Everyone at the table jumps out of their seats. Carver kneels down and starts delivering blows to Alvin's face. The entire cafeteria is now watching in horror as Carver wails on poor Alvin.

"Bill! Bill, stop!" The pretty girl cries out.

Soon, a bunch of people are begging Carver to stop his relentless assault, but not a single person steps forward to do anything about it. The only thing louder than the cries and protest of watching students is the sounds of blows landing on Alvin's face.

Clementine bites her lip. She can't let this go on, Carver needs to be stopped. But he was bigger than her, stronger than her, and madder than her. But she couldn't let that stop her.

Carver lifts his fist to hit Alvin one more time, when Clementine rushes over, slamming her small body again Carver. The force sends the bigger guy back, off of Alvin's twitching body. The pretty girl runs over to Alvin, crying over him.

"Now, what'd you go and do that for?" Carver asks Clementine.

"Why'd you go and beat the shit out of him for?" She replies, struggling to understand how he managed to have so much gall.

"He needs to learn to respect me."

"You're not the fucking boss of him!" Clementine snarls, "You had no right to... to attack him like that!"

Carver grins at Clementine. "I like you, you know that? You're so small, you have no strength, you're nobody, but here you are. Fighting on behalf of some jackass. You've got something in you, little lady. And I like it. You have a real good day now."

Before Clementine can reply, the school security team has finally shown up. They place Carver's hands in plastic zip ties and sit him down on their little golf-cart, before escorting him off of the premises.

Clementine turns around after Carver is out of sight and the rest of the student body has gone back to their respective cliques, as though nothing happened. She walks over to where Alvin lays, his head cradled in the pretty girl's lap. Kneeling down next to the girl, is Luke, who is talking to her with concern.

"What happened, Rebecca?" He asks the girl.

"I don't know," She sobs, "Bill told him to move so he could sit next to her. When Alvin said no, Bill-" Rebecca looks up at Clementine, glaring at her. "This is all your fault!"

Luke looks up at Clementine and surprise fills his face. "You were gonna... Sit with them?" He asks.

"Well, he said... And you didn't look like..." Clementine shakes her head, "Never mind. How is he?"

"Fuck you, like you deserve to know." Rebecca hisses. She looks down at Alvin, brushing his hair with her fingers.

Clementine wants to tell this girl that if it wasn't for her, Carver would still be beating the shit out of him. For all she knew, Clementine had just saved his life.

"We'll leave you two, alright? You just take him to the nurse and keep me updated." Luke says, standing up.

Rebecca looks up at Luke, a soft look on her face. "Thank you, Luke." She pauses, "Listen, I'm sorry about everything. I shouldn't have gotten you involved-"

"Don't worry about it, Rebecca. Just take care of Alvin." Luke cuts her off. He looks over at Clementine, and motions to their table with his head. "You ready to go?"

Clementine nods, saying nothing, but taking one last look at Alvin. His face was swollen and discolored in multiple spots. His nose and bottom lip were bleeding and his right eye was swollen shut.

Luke doesn't lead Clementine to their table, instead, they leave the cafeteria and make their way into an empty hallway.

He leans against one of the walls. "Why were you with Carver?" He asks, his voice hard, like he was angry.

Clementine shrugs, "He invited me to sit with them. I didn't see what the problem was..."

"The problem is that he's a fucking mental case, Clementine!" Luke says, "He's fucking crazy! What if he did to you what he did to Alvin?"

"Well, he didn't okay?" Clementine yells back, "I'm fine!"

Luke places both of his hands on Clementine's shoulders. "You don't understand, Clem. He could have really hurt you. And I would have... I would have really hurt him."

Clementine glowers at Luke. "I don't need you to protect me, Luke. I can handle myself." She pauses, sensing a bigger issue here, "Why are you so mad? Is it because I was gonna eat with him instead of you?"

Luke doesn't answer for a moment. "No. Yes. Kind of."

Clementine scoffs, "Seriously?"

"It's not like that, Clem," Luke protests, "Carver hates me. I think he was trying to rouse me or something, you know? Cause he knows I like you. I mean, everyone knows."

"So?"

"What do you mean 'so'? He's going to use you to get to me. Like he might steal you away or something. I don't know." He looks away, like he's embarrassed. His faces is slightly flushed.

Clementine sighs. "You're an idiot. Like a huge idiot."

"What? How do you figu-"

Before he can continue his sentence, Clementine stands on her tip toes and smashes her lips against his lips. She puts her hands on either side of his face, and pulls him closer to her, to the point where there was no space between their bodies. They stay like that for a few seconds, before she pulls away from him.

He stares at her, dumbfounded. Their fight was the first time they'd interacted since their kiss on Homecoming night. And if he thought that kiss was great, this kiss just blew that one out of the water. This one was... Real. Sincere. If there was any doubt in his mind that maybe Clementine didn't like him the way he liked her, they were all gone.

But she didn't say anything else. She just turned around and headed back inside the cafeteria.