The next couple of days went by quickly. Nothing too serious happened, I had seen K.C. with Fitz and Bianca that first day. K.C.'s hand was bandaged, and when he saw me, he looked ashamed. Bianca had a giant lump on her forhead that looked like she was growing a third eye. And Fitz, well, he looked angry. Luckily, I was with Eli, Adam, and Alli at the time. Eli sneered at him and I just hugged his arm. To comfort myself and keep him from jumping them.
Jenna hadn't ended things with K.C. and I knew she wouldn't. She didn't care about me, she cared about her reputation, and that meant she would stay with her football playing boyfriend no matter what. So, I just ignored her, but I did act civil when she was with Alli. Figures Alli would stay friends with Jenna, but I didn't care, as long as she didn't try to hurt me. Which I knew she wouldn't.
I had finally gotten out of my funk on writing as well, I'd written a letter about my parents. And their fighting. I felt so embarrassed when I had gotten all teary-eyed when I read it in class. Unfortunetly, Eli had mentioned that I should be entered in the showcase today and Mrs. Dawes signed me up. I was currently freaking out backstage, going from glaring at Eli to self loathing for writing this.
"Eli...I can't do this." I mumbled, pacing back and forth.
"Yes. You can. Now go." Said Eli, I just frowned and started to back away. He quickly wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into a hug. "I know you can do this."
His lips crashed to mine in a heated kiss, I was shocked, and before I could get into it he had pushed me out the doors and onto the stage.
I glared back at Eli, then turned to see a crowd of anxious people. I kept my head low and hurried to the stand and placed my paper down on the podium. I mumbled the first few lines, then looked up. I saw the bright cheery face of my mom and I cracked. I hurriedly took my paper and ran backstage and to the front doors of Degrassi. Eli was close behind me, he grabbed my arm before I could run any farther.
"Clare, what was that?" Asked Eli, I shook my head.
"I couldn't do it. It was too personal." I said, looking down in shame.
"I thought you didn't care what people think." Eli said, it was more of a statment than a question, but I answered.
"To an extent, Eli. I don't want to read about my personal feelings towards my family. It's the one thing I have, and it's falling apart. You don't hear the constant yelling, you don't know what it's like to spend half the night awake and hearing your parents screaming at each other. Or hear your mom's quiet sobs when it's all over." I yelled at him, tears fresh in my eyes.
Suddenly Eli wrapped his arms around me and I cried into his chest, he rocked me and kissed the top of my head. It was over soon, maybe it was just all the stress of the past few days building up. He led me to Morty and I stayed quiet as we drove away from the school. We ended up at the park, but I didn't feel like walking, or going on the swings.
"Do you just want to hang in the back?" He asked, I looked over at him with a weak smile.
He got out and I heard the back doors open, I was lost in my train of thought when his head popped through my window, kissing my cheek. I blushed and looked away, but proceeded to get out of the car and around back. I was surprised to see such an open area, on either side of the car were seats, much like the front. The aisle was narrow, cluttered with stuff.
"Wow," I said as I crawled in. And, being a guys car, there was junk in the back. Nothing too disgusting. Just clothes, a very large collection of music, and school things.
"I have a feeling that these seats weren't in here before. Did you work on this car?" I asked, sitting next to Eli. I was poked with seat buckles, surprising me more.
"Yeah, I did. My great grandfather had owned a funeral service, and he gave me this hearse. Was a piece of shit when I got it, but it's a lot better now. My mom disapproves of it, but I don't care really." He stated, shifting his arm over my shoulder.
"What about your father?" I asked, looking up at him.
"Never knew him. My mom got pregnant with me when she was just seventeen, a junior. My dad bailed, I guess," he said.
"Oh, Eli, I'm so sorry. Oh, I'm such an idiot about what I said earlier." I moaned, frowning at him.
"No, it's okay. Plus, my situation is much different from yours. Probably worse, I never knew a real father, so it's not like I can miss him. But you know your parents, and it must be killing you." He said, wrapping his other arm around me.
"Eli?" I asked, looking up at him.
I gnawed on my lip, debating on whether to do what I've been so tempted to do. I gave in and pushed myself up to kiss him. I was hoping he'd make the next move, because I honestly didn't know what it was. He seemed shocked, and stayed frozen for a moment. I was about to pull away, accepting the rejection when he grabbed my face and kissed me back.
It was amazing. It was intense. It was passionate. It was what I wanted all along, he was gentle, but there was aggression. Oh, he was aggressive. It was like the kiss we had in the alley, making me hot with just the simple touch of his lips.
His tongue slid across my lower lip, and I shyly parted them. And that's when all my smarts seemed useless and irrelevant. His tongue skillfully danced with mine, swishing the heat between our mouths. I tried to fight my way into his own mouth, only to fail. I placed my hand on his neck and tilted my head to kiss him better. He leaned back, pulling me with him. I straddled his waist and continued to kiss him. My fingers tangled into his hair, and I let out a small moan as his hands squeezed my butt. His lips left mine and trailed kisses down my neck to my pulse where he started to suck.
I let out a long sigh that ended in a moan, causing Eli to nip my neck. His hands moved up and down my sides, pausing just when his thumb brushed the underside of my chest. He pulled his mouth away from my neck - causing me to let out a whimper of disappointment - and looked at me questioning look. I chewed on my bottom lip, knowing he wanted to go farther. His hand started to pull away, and I felt something in my stomach flutter, disappointment?
I slid my hand down and grabbed his own, then pulled it up to my chest. I tried not to giggled at the expression on his face. He quickly recovered and went back to kissing my neck, though, he rolled us over onto the floor so he was ontop. Luckily, the floor was about level with the seats, so I didn't get totally hurt when I was pushed onto the plushy floor.
His hand played with my breast, I let out a strangled moan. I had never played with myself in anyway. Even after the whole vibrator thing, and K.C. had never done anything like this to me. So, the warm feeling in my abdomen was new to me, and I didn't want that feeling to leave. So, as Eli's hand started to unbutton my shirt, I didn't have the nerve to stop him.
I just wore plain jeans, a plaid button-up and a vest, so he easily opened the top of my shirt. I blushed when I saw that he was staring, I didn't have the biggest chest, especially compared to Alli so I felt nervous as his gaze traveled down my body. I hadn't picked the best underclothes, just my plain white bra with a bow in the middle. I blushed and looked away, embarrassed as he gawked at my chest.
"Can you not stare?" I stated, chewing on my lip again.
"Nope." He said, and I gasped as his lips started to make their way down to the valley of my breasts.
He nipped at the skin and I let out a loud moan, then my cheeks flushed as I realized Eli's name had slipped out. His hands found my breasts and started to knead them, while his tongue ran across my right breast. He pulled down my bra and his mouth latched onto my right nipple. I gasped. His tongue swirled around it, then his teeth nipped it and pulled it gently. My fingers curled into his hair, and I swore I felt his lips tug up into his famous smirk.
His mouth moved lower, leaving a blazing trail across my chest to my stomach. I was in my own dream world, but it came crashing down as Eli quickly jumped up and pulled the blanket over me. That was when I noticed someone was knocking on the back door of the hearse. My blood ran cold, and I hurriedly fixed my clothes.
"Clare! I know you're in there, and I don't really care what you're doing but can I see you." Asked a deep voice, I gasped. Shocked but then anger took its place.
I pushed pasted, Eli, who was holding the pillow over his lap. I opened the doors to see K.C. pacing on the sidewalk, I eyed him and jumped from behind the hearse. He didn't seem to know what to do with himself, he'd shove his hands in his pockets, then pull of his hat and run a hand through his hair. I glared, crossed my arms and stood my ground as he came up to me.
"Clare. I am so so so sorry about what happened." He said, running up to me. He reached out, arms open, ready to hug me. SMACK!
He stared at me, hand gingerly touching his reddening cheek. I glared at him, hoping my chilly attitude would warn him off. His eyes darkened and he hung his head in shame, then he looked up with tears were in his eyes.
"Don't you ever touch me again." I said through clenched teeth, glaring daggers at him. "I don't need you're pity. You can just go straight to hell. It's one thing to break my heart, but then you tried to take my innocence. No. I don't think so. Now take you're disgusting self somewhere else."
"Clare...I..." I got up into his face.
"I said go." I ordered, earning a frown from K.C. before he slouched away.
I hadn't noticed Eli until his hand touch my fist, trying to loosen my grip. I looked over at him with a grim smile. He pulled my arm and I wrapped my arms around his waist while he hugged my shoulders.
"How about we continue that," he jerked his head towards the back of the hearse, "later. I'll bring you home."
I blushed, figuring what Eli meant by that and nodded. We pulled apart to get into the hearse and the ride was silent, he didn't bother on turning any music on. When we got to my house, we both got out and he walked me to the door. I hugged his waist and kissed his neck before going. I was so happy about how reluctant he was to let go of my arm, my high soon died when I walked into the kitchen to see my mom tapping her fingers.
"Clare, what happened? You've been gone for three hours?" She asked, jumping up to give me a hug.
"I was with Eli, we talked, about a lot of things." I lied, and turned to the counter in the kitchen.
"Getting cold feet is so unlike you, what happened?" She asked, I hung my head and took a deep breathe.
"This is what I was suppose to read..." I mumbled, handing her my paper.
And that was that, she read it, and by the end she was on the verge of a meltdown. We talked, for a long time, until my dad got home. And I encouraged her to talk to him. Of course, their 'talking' turned to 'bickering' which then led to a battle of who could yell the loudest. I decided to take a walk and clear my head, probably head to Alli's to talk with her.
As I shut the door, I turned to see Eli, leaning against his hearse. I stared in wonder, and shook my head. It was getting dark out, so maybe a walk wasn't the best.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, walking down the steps quickly.
"Hi Eli, how are you? Fine, Clare, thanks for asking." Said Eli, and I giggled.
"How's this?" I said and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss me. Our mouths moved against each other, and I blushed as I remembered the little incident in the hearse.
I pulled back, seeing a goofy smile on his face, I giggled. "Better?" I asked, fingers playing with his hair.
"Mmm, maybe." He contemplated, I frowned. He laughed and kissed me quickly. "It was the best." He said, nuzzling my neck.
"So, what are you doing here?" I asked, pulling back slightly.
"Well, I figured you could use these." He said and pulled away from me, reaching down into his hearse.
As he rummaged, I blushed as I studied his butt. I may be a good girl, the goody-goody in school, but I was also a teenage girl. Who had a boyfriend with a really tight butt. Which I liked, alot. He came back up with a pair of big headphones, I glanced from them to Eli. He called them a 'noise cancellation', for when my parents yelled. I smiled, and looked back at my house. Her parents voices had lowered considerably, which was good considering.
"You wanna come in? My parents seemed to stop their fighting. I think." I said, backing away and pulling him towards my door.
"Sure," he said and followed me up the steps to my house.