Okay. Sorry guys, but for those of you wondering, I was on vacation all of last week. This week was hectic..I had sleepovers, home improvement, and I had to work on my desk (: I had a major writer's block, but thanks to a good friend of mine I have managed to get this next chapter plotted out. (: I would LOVE LOVE LOVE to make it it to 100 reviews, I couldn't believe how many I received for the last chapter! I laughed at so many of them! (: Here's chapter 14 (:

PS: Please remember that in this story Clare, Drew, and Adam are all childhood bestfriends. (: It was mentioned in earlier chapters. But in case you forgot.

Disclaimer: Don't own Degrassi

If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along, so why can't you see?
You, you belong with me, you belong with me

Clare-

The tall dark shadow, loomed over her. Still screaming, she grabbed the closest thing to a weapon. An umbrella. Squeezing her eyes shut, she swung with all her might. A loud crack echoed through the house, followed by complete silence. What'd I just hit? His head? Please Please let it be his head..

Drew-

After seeing Clare's little red bug pull into the driveway, he decided to stop by. Maybe she'd heard from Ali. Climbing up the front steps, he reached out to knock on the door. It was late, but Clare would understand, she always did.

Just before he knocked, the wooden door flew open. Clare was crouched down on the ground screaming. Shit.

"Clare! Clare! It's me-" he yelled as loud as he could, but he was still drowned out by her screams. It was then that something hit him, hard. Everything went black.

Clare-

Opening her eyes, she saw the body sprawled out on its back. It wasn't moving. Still clenching the umbrella she leaned over and peeked at it. There lying on her front porch was Drew.

"Drew? Are you okay? I am SO SO SO sorry," she apologized profusely, as he let out a groan, slowly opening his bright blue eyes.

Drew-

The world was spinning as he cautiously peeked through his eyelids.

"Please. Don't hit me again," he groaned. Clare bit her lip, in an attempt to hide a smile.

"I'm so sorry! I thought you were either Eli, or an axe murderer. How bad does it hurt?" she bit down on her lip harder, almost drawing blood.

"A lot. If I were an axe murderer I wouldn't make the mistake to come after you." He joked.
"Well, thanks. I think." She gave him a small smile, but then realized the over sized lump on his forehead.

"Come inside, I'll get you some ice for that." She gestured to the still open front door. Wincing with every step, he followed her inside.

"Go ahead and sit on the couch, I'll be right back." She called, as she headed in the direction of the kitchen.

Eli-

The dirty deed had been done. And it was a hell of a lot better than he'd imagined it'd be. As he lay in the darkness, he sighed with content. He'd need a good laying (Idk if that makes sense? :/ shows how innocent I am..) and Ali had been the girl to do it. She had her head on his chest, even in the darkness he could see she was smiling. As she ran her hands through his hair, he began to think about Clare.

What if she hated him? What if he couldn't ever earn her forgiveness? A million thoughts ran through his head. Maybe this Ali thing hadn't been a good idea..

With a slight shrug of the shoulders, he decided it didn't matter anymore. What's done is done. What matters is that he had a new way back to set.

The girl lying on his chest, slowly stopped running her fingers through his hair. Her hands went limp and her breathing became rythmic and soft.

Clare-

"Here's the ice. Again, Drew I'm REALLY sorry I thought you were-"

"I know you thought I was either Eli, or an axe murderer." He finished for her, taking the ice he held it to the bump.

"Right." She nodded, taking a seat on the foot stool that sat across from the couch.

"What I don't understand is why you would be trying to knock off Eli Goldsworthy's head." He raised his eyebrows, motioning for more details.

Sighing, she pushed back a few stray curls. "He wanted to sleep with me."

"Oh. Did you?" Drew knew how important her vow was to her. Clare hadn't been without her purity ring for as long as he could remember.

"Of course not!" she gasped completely horrified at the idea. "That's the problem. I said no, and asked if he could deal with it." She sighed.

"And we both know how well boys react to a girl saying no to sex." He finished for her, shaking his head.

"Exactly. So I left his house. And came home, to find you at the front door." She finished her story with an exasperated sigh.

"Your turn. Why were you standing outside my door at 9:30, on a school night?" she looked at him with an amused smile on her face.

"I was hoping you'd talked to Ali. She and I had a fight today. She broke up with me today, I'm not sure if it was for good, or if it was a heat of the moment, type thing." He sighed, placing his head in his hands.

"What'd you do to make her so upset?" Clare questioned quietly, her eyebrows creasing together. She loved Drew with all of her heart, but she knew what a dope he could be sometimes.

"I caught Bianca! She was about to slip and fall to her death on the ice, and I caught her! That was it!" he exclaimed exasperated.

"I'm sorry Drew," she muttered apologetically. Gently reaching out, she placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"I'll live. I just wish I knew if this was for good." He muttered.

The conversation continued on for several hours…before both of them fell asleep… so.. continued to the next morning…

Eli-

He woke up to a half empty bed. The side of the bed Ali had slept on was now made, and looked as though it had been for several hours. Glancing at the clock he rolled out of bed. The smell of pancakes greeted him at the bedroom door.

"Morning!" Ali called from the stove. She was fully dressed and ready for school. Way too perky, but ready.

"Morning. " he muttered sliding into a bar stool that was at the island.

"What's all of this?" he questioned, as she set out two plates of pancakes, bacon, and eggs.

"I thought you might've worked up an appetite last night," she mumbled through a gigantic piece of pancake.

"Well..um..thanks." he scratched the back of his head, unsure of what to say to her.

"No problem, just hurry up boyfriend. Or we'll be late for school." She finished her plate with a smile, before going to wash dishes.

Boyfriend? Did she just call me her BOYFRIEND? This is not good…not good at all..

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ALSO…

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