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Ch. 10 Arguing and Making Up

(CLARE)

"I want you." Owen stated matter of factly but he had a lecherous smile and his eyes were filled with lust as he traced her curves with his eyes.

"Excuse Me!" Clare breathed out.

"Don't play innocent St. Clare I know you've been hooking up with someone." Owen breathed slowly leaning closer to her.

"You're crazy! Abstinence ring remember?" She asserted lifting her hand and putting it in his face so he could see the band of silver around her finger.

Owen grabbed her hand holding it tightly and stroking her ring with his thumb. "Either you're still wearing it as cover or you just haven't had intercourse yet. You and I both know there are other ways of hooking up with someone." Clare just stood there dumbfounded, both shocked by Owen's behavior and afraid of how much he knew. She wished he would go away but he continued. "I know that pouty little mouth of yours has many talents, I saw you eating that lollipop the other day and let's not forget the kiss you gave me at the party."

With that Owen leaned down touching his lips to her chest right at the neckline of her shirt. Clare gasped and suddenly anger took over, she stomped on Owen's foot with her heel and all the strength she could muster. It didn't seem to hurt him one bit but he lifted his head from her chest and she pushed him away.

"That was a game, and you weren't the only one I kissed. Must you be so foul?!" Clare demanded crossing her arms over her chest.

Owen just smiled and took a step closer to her, backing Clare against the lockers once again. "I'm not foul I'm just a guy, and I bet I'm a lot more talented than whatever Geek you're hooking up with now."

"Not possible!" Clare thought to herself. "Owen you're being vile and crazy I am not hooking up with anyone!" She was livid now, her eyes narrowed into angry blue slits, her hands balled into fists, her posture stiff.

Owen leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Don't play games with me Clare I saw the texts at the party!"

Clare gasped, catching it in her throat, her eyes went wide. Before she could react Own was being pulled away from her.

"Dude personal space! Why the hell are you bothering Clare anyway?" Adam asked as he and Eli let go of Owens jacket.

Owen smiled as if nothing had just transpired between him and Clare. "Relax boys I was just asking Clare for a date." And then he sauntered away down the hall.

Eli and Adam whipped their heads around to look at Clare. "Tell me you didn't say yes to that Neanderthal?!" Eli questioned.

"No! Of course not!" Clare said releasing the breath she had been holding.

"Good." Adam smiled.

"Well maybe if you hadn't made out with him at the party that Neanderthal wouldn't have a sudden interest in you." Eli said with a distinct disapproving scowl on his face.

"EXCUSE ME! I didn't make out with him, I kissed him and it was a game, spin the bottle remember? I kissed you too and there was actually tongue involved it that one." Clare said indignantly.

"Tongue or not you made out with him like a fucking porn star!" Eli barked at her.

Clare screeched threw up her arms and stormed away, tears were gathering in the corners of her eyes. She stomped down the hallways hotly not really knowing where she was going. She had no intention of going to class she was way to mad for that.

(DREW)

Drew and K.C. were talking by the foyer stairs when Drew saw a very agitated Clare storming down the halls. His first instinct was to go over, wrap her in his arms and kiss her before finding out what was wrong and what he could do to fix it. But of course he couldn't do that, without betraying their secret, so instead he pulled out his phone and sent her a text.

Prop Room Now

He didn't have to wait for a response; he knew she'd meet him. He turned his attention back to K.C., "I gotta talk to Mr. Armstrong before classes start, I'll catch you later."

"Later." K.C. replied.

Drew turned around walked to the prop room, slowly opening the door. Clare was sitting on the table where they had had they're first, well technically second encounter. He went over to her, standing before her and cupping her cheek in hand. She looked up at him and smiled a little but her eyes were sad.

"What's the matter beautiful? I hate to see tears in those amazing blue eyes of yours." Drew said softly and Clare's smile brightened a bit.

"It's nothing, don't worry about it." She said reaching her hand to the back of his neck to pull him in for a kiss.

Drew pulled away and knit his eyebrows together. "Clare you were furious when you went storming down the halls, it's obviously something. Come on you can tell me, you can tell me anything."

Clare sighed, her hand stayed at the back of his neck but her grip loosened ever so slightly. She looked in his eyes, he was looking at her expectantly. She bit her bottom lip, "I kinda got into a fight with Eli and he said something that was…kinda mean."

"Eli's emotional, you dated him you know that. I'm sure he didn't mean it, and I'm sure he'll apologize later." He assured her.

She bit her lower lip again but nodded. He wrapped his arms around her waist bringing her to him. She placed her other hand at the back of his neck tightening her grip once again. He leaned down and kissed her softly at first but quickly deepening the electrifying kiss. After a couple of minutes of feeling her lips and tongue with his own, he moved down and began kissing down her chin and her neck. He moved his hands from her back and gripped her shirt pulling her it over her head. He took in a sharp breath through his teeth at the sight of her perfect breasts in her lacy, sheer sapphire blue bra. The sight of her perfect skin and voluptuous un-clothed form all ways managed to take his breath away. He bent down and kissed the top of her breast. Clare jerked a little and he looked up at her. Her face was still but her eyes seemed angry.

He straightened up and looked her in the eye. "The fight is still bothering you. What was it about Clare? Does Eli want to get back together or something?" He asked trying to hide the hurt in his voice.

Clare looked surprised and put a hand to his chest. "No no he didn't say…No Drew I have no intentions of getting back together with Eli. He's a good friend again and I like it that way." She assured him and Drew let out a relieved sigh.

"So what did you fight about then?"

Clare bit her bottom lip and straightened up a little. "Well ummm Owen kinda hit on me, and Eli said it was because I kissed him the way I did at the party. So I reminded Eli that I kissed him too. "

"What! What do you mean kinda? Tell me exactly what happened!" Drew demanded, his body tensing up again.

"I was at my locker and suddenly Owen was leaning over me with his hand on my hip. I asked him what he wanted and he said me. He said he knew I was hooking up with someone. I reminded him of my abstinence ring and he scoffed at it saying I was either using it as a cover or just hadn't had intercourse yet. He grabbed my hand and stroked the ring with his thumb. Then he said he knew my mouth was talented after I sucked the lollipop the other day and of course the kiss. Then he leaned down and kissed my chest…"

Drew's face was red with anger, his body tensing more and more with every sentence. Hearing that Owen's lips had been on Clare's chest was all that he could take. He let go of Clare and wrenched out of her arms, walking to the door with angry steps and his hands balled so tightly his knuckles were white, and his very short nails were digging into the flesh of his hands.

(CLARE)

"Drew where are you going?" She asked when he started walking to the door.

"To kill Owen!" He said crisply.

Clare jumped off the table and ran after him. Drew put his hand on the door and started to turn the handle. Clare slipped under his arm, throwing her weight against the door to keep it closed. She put one hand on Drew's chest and the other on his cheek.

"You can't just go kill Owen, he'll figure out it's you that I've been hooking up with!" She told him assertively.

"He hit on you, touched you, put his lips on you!" Drew growled.

Clare caressed his cheek in effort to calm him. "I can handle Owen, he's just a dumb jock." Clare insisted. Finally Drew looked at her and not the door, his face was still angry but now in his eyes mixed with the anger was hurt. Clare realized what she had said and quickly corrected herself. "Drew you not a dumb jock, you're not dumb at all and I know that there is so much more to you than being good at sports. Owen's a pig I can handle him on my own." She raised herself on her tiptoes just enough to kiss him. She took his lower lip between hers and gently rolled it.

Drew stayed tense and unresponsive to the kiss for a few seconds, then feeling her tongue tease his mouth he relaxed into the kiss. He let go of the door handle wrapping his arms around her waist and crushing their bodies together.

Clare stood on her tiptoes just a little bit more to brush her body against his. Drew responded in kind by dropping his hands and cupping her butt, lifting her up. Clare wrapped her legs around his waist, without breaking the kiss Drew walked them to the couch in the back of the room. He sat down on the couch and she straddled him, running her fingers through the hairs at the back of his neck.

He removed his lips from hers only to crash them down on her neck. He kissed with passion but also with a force he never used before. His arms tightened around her squeezing her ever closer to him, Clare was finding it difficult to breathe and this forceful demanding behavior was not like Drew. She put her hands on his shoulders and tried to push herself away. Not from fear, she knew that Drew wouldn't take it too far, but she knew something was wrong and she needed to know what.

"Drew stop," She said softly still pushing at his shoulders, Drew continued kissing around her chest and neck with fervor and frenzy. "STOP! Drew."

He finally stopped and looked her in the eye, a mix of guilt and uneasiness on his face. "Clare I'm sorry, I didn't…"

She kissed his nose softly and put her finger to his lips to quiet him. "It's okay Drew you didn't hurt me or scare me, but I do want to know whats wrong?"

"He touched you. His lips touched you." He said railing his fingers lightly over her chest not knowing exactly where Owen had kissed her.

She scrunched up her nose a bit in frustration. "I thought we went over this, I can handle Owen."

"But he hit on you; his dirty hands were on you! Do you know how hard it was to watch you make out with Owen and then your ex at the party?"

Clare got off his lap huffing with irritation, "It was a game Drew, I barely kissed Owen there was no tongue involved. It was nothing more than a tease, meant for you." She was almost yelling, she took a deep breath to calm herself as Drew came to stand next to her. She turned to face him, to look him in the eye when she said what she had to say. "Kissing Eli was…familiar and I may have made out with him just a little because it was familiar. But it was nothing like kissing you." She put her hand on his cheek as she said this and then reached up to kiss the corner of his mouth. "You can't be mad at me for playing spin the bottle at a party. And anyway do you think it's easy for me to watch the cheerleaders, and football groupie bimbettes drape themselves all over you every day at school?"

Drew took her hand off his cheek and interlaced his fingers with hers, "I have never kissed any of them. After a terrible date with Marisol I ignore them. And anyway since we started…" he paused unsure how to phrase it, "I haven't looked or thought of any other girl." He said smiling at her.

Clare's face slowly went from shock to elated joy, a blissful smile spreading across her face. "You mean it?"

Drew nodded. "I got so mad because I just hate the thought of any other guy kissing you or touching you. The only lips I want to touch you are mine. My hands should be the only ones touch your perfectly soft, porcelain skin."

Clare bit her lower lip, sliding her free hand up his chest and behind his neck. "You are the only one you know, to touch me, and kiss me. You're the only one to ever see me completely naked or even topless for that matter. You are the only one to ever touch me so…" She paused biting her lower lip looking for the right word, "intimately."

Drew bent down and kissed her with a deep passion and hunger. Clare returned the kiss and the emotion behind it.

(DREW)

He picked her up bridal style, never separating their lips, and carried her back to the couch, laying her down gently. He felt Clare kick off her shoes as soon as she hit the couch. He kissed down her chin and her neck and her cleavage line, unhooking her bra as he did so. Soon his lips found one nipple while his fingers fondled the other. He relished the feeling of them becoming hard at his touch.

Clare was moaning softly, arching her back and tilting her head. Her hands squeezing his shoulders, her scarlet red nails digging into his shirt urging him to continue, to touch her more. Drew lifted his head and released her breast just long enough to remove his shirt. He leaned into her pressing his erection, still constrained in his pants, into her denim covered pelvis. Clare let out a quick gasping moan making Drew smile.

"You have far too many clothes on still, I want to see all of that sexy body of yours." Drew commanded.

Clare smiled coyly and bit her lower lip as Drew unzipped her jeans and in one suave quick movement removed her jeans and g-string. "Now you have too many clothes on." She pretended to pout.

Drew smiled and removed his shoes, socks and jeans. He lay back on to her supporting most of his weight on one arm. He brought his lips to hers in a passionate coveted kiss, while using his free hand to graze down her side. He parted her legs allowing him access to his desire. Gently he slid 3 fingers inside her, causing Clare to jerk and gasp. She moaned latched her hands to his back digging in with her nails.

"Ahhh. Mmmmnnnn" She moaned.

Drew assailed her hole with his fingers, steadily quickening his pace to bring her to climax. Clare was moaning into his kiss, her body began to tremble with every thrust. Drew loved watching her in the throes of passion, her hips moving in tandem with his fingers were brushing against his erection and he pressed into her more.

Clare broke from the kiss ready to cum, "Oh yesss Drewww!" She screamed as he brought her to climax.

Drew removed his fingers, cumming himself from watching her and having her rub against him. They collapsed together into the old leather couch. Drew running his fingers up her stomach as she continued to writhe in rapture. When their breathing steadied and their bodies stilled, she moved her head and brought her lips to his.

"I promise you no one else has ever done that." She smiled breaking from the kiss.

Drew smiled and kissed her softly, then contorted his face when they heard the bell for second period, reminding them both that there was a world outside of the two of them.

"I suppose we should get dressed and go to second period." She sighed.

But Drew had another idea. "Remember yesterday when I made you cum three times?" he asked and she nodded, "I think we can beat that record." He smiled lustfully.

(Lunch~still Drew)

"Hey Owen." Drew said as they both sat down to eat. "Adam told me you hit on Clare today." He commented nonchalantly.

"Yeah so?" Owen questioned.

Drew slapped him hard upside the head. "She's Adam's best friend hands off."

Owen gave him a curious look, "She turned me down anyway. But she's been hooking up with someone. She's not such a saint after all. 'Course I knew that at the party, anyway I'm going to find out who and then maybe she'll give me the same favors."

Drew felt his body tense and he had to tell himself to chill. "You realize if you try anything or hurt her, Adam and Eli will both try and kick your ass? And then I'll have to fight you for beating on my brother."

"Yeah yeah I hear ya." Owen said simply.

Drew didn't like this answer, Owen hadn't said he's back off or leave her alone. Drew had a feeling Owen was not finished trying to illicit favors from Clare. He ate quickly and excused himself, he slipped into an empty classroom and texted Clare to meet him. A few minutes later Clare came in the room.

"What's up? We don't have time, nor do I have the energy after this morning for any…"

Drew cut her off, "I talked to Owen." She looked scared but he took her hand in his to assure her. "I told him I was doing it for Adam." Clare let out a relived breath, and Drew continued, "He didn't say that he'd back off though, just be careful around him."

Clare smiled and kissed him softly. "I'll be careful." She promised.

Drew smiled and relaxed, "I have practice after school today, but we can meet after that."

Clare shook her head, "It's family dinner night at the Martin/Edwards house, and frankly I'm still recovering form this morning I'm surprised I could make it to third period. And tomorrow I have newspaper at lunch."

They both got a sad look on their faces and then something occurred to Drew. "Tomorrow is Adam's therapy appointment; both my parents go with him and then the three of them go out to dinner. That means my house is guaranteed to be empty for two and half hours. You can come over around four." He said smiling slyly.

"Sounds perfect I'll be there." She said kissing him a little harder this time.

Are you all dying for them to just admit to themselves that they are sooooo in love?

Soon but not yet.

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