Eli's Perspective

"He is the one who hurt you? The one who can ruin you at the moment, if he knew you were at Degrassi?" Jake and I looked at each other afraid for her.

I never thought in my whole life that I would EVER be a nervous wreck over Imogen!

But I knew she had no one to help her. She said how her aunt always works, so anyone at any moment could break in her house and take her.

"Imogen if things get worse…you could stay with me." Jake offered. I gave him a look saying WHAT-ARE-YOU-DOING-LET-THE-COPS-DEAL-WITH-IT-DUMBASS!

"Jake I couldn't, you have your family and responsibilities…" she tried stopping Jake.

"No. Seriously. My older sister also helps taking care of my mom, and my dad works."

Jake's mom was sick since Jake turned five. She had a really horrifying and rare illness. Ever since his family found out, his older sister Anya and him have been working so hard to take care of her.

"Thank you. Thank you so much Jake!" Imogen hugged him with tears streaming down her face.

Are they reuniting?

When we arrive to my house I remembered Jake left his things in the back of the car. (He decided to stay over night so we could catch up on things, since I moved we haven't talked in like ever.)

"Jake don't forget your stuff in the back." he smiled back and went to go grab his bag as we all got out of the car.

"So Imogen if you need to get your stuff later, and we can drive to your place pack up and tomorrow you can come home with me." he smiled at her.

"Are you sure your parents are okay with it?" she asked again for the 20th time.

"Yeah. Totally." he assured her.

"Okay. I just have to ask my aunt, and transfer schools…again." she seemed depressed.

"What's wrong?" Jake looked at her.

I held the door opened for them as they both sat in the living room. "I will be right back. If you need a drink or anything kitchen over there feel free." I announced as I took Jake's overnight bag and brought it too my room.

Jake's Perspective

"Jake…this seems too soon. And I went to Degrassi to get AWAY from our old school and classmates. A fresh new start. A start that I will not screw up." she was so shy around me. It was unusual.

"Imogen. Do not worry. We are in this together. I will help you. I will protect you." I admitted. "I really missed you."

"Wouldn't Eli murder you if he found out. You guys are best friends, and something tells me he is not completely over…Julia." she spoke the truth I had no idea what to say.

"How about I transfer to Degrassi?" I implied. "It will be just like old times, only 100 times better."

"What about Fitz? You seriously cannot deal with him all the time. Lets just face it. Face the facts and get it over with, I am going to the police or witness protection program to deal with this. It is way too big for us to handle." she sadly spoke while holding my hand.

"No. I will not let that happen to you. We are…'friends' and as your 'friend' I cannot let that happen." I was determined to help her out.

"I do not want to lose you again either." she looked up and our eyes met.

We then gazed at each other for awhile. Everything just stopped. Time froze, it was as if nothing else mattered.

Imogen came closer to me as we both leaned into each other and …kissed. I guess I wasn't ever over her.

I love her…

Eli's Perspective

When I walked into my room I felt a draft. Did I open the window?

Putting Jakes bag on the floor I saw my window half opened!

OH SHIT! Did Fitz follow me home? That is why he was stalking me to get to Imogen! Or to get to Clare?

Or BOTH.

I heard a noise from my closet. My hands started to shake, I quickly gripped a bat in one hand and my phone in the other. I could call for help after defending my self with the bat. I thought.

Inching towards the closet my pulse began to pick up paste. My heart sank in my chest beating faster and faster.

"Eli?" I heard a soft squeal.

"Clare!" WHAT THE F-(she interrupted my thought.)

"Eli. Help! I am stuck." she begged

"What are you doing in my closet?"

"Well you see I needed to talk to you and I thought you never wanted to talk to me again. So no one was answering the door I decided to call. You never answered. I then snuck in your window like an idiot. And I heard someone coming in your room so I ran into the closet. Then my skirt got stuck on this shelve in your closet, and I stubbed my toe and hit my head trying to get out, but I can't open the closet doors!" she explained nervously and fast.

I then started cracking up laughing.

"Stop it! It is not funny!" she whined.

"Okay. Okay." I caught my breathe. "First, off Clare I am stupid for getting mad at you but I would never not talk to you. That would make me a bigger dumbass, I mean I know I am stubborn but not as much towards you Clare."

I could tell she was blushing as I heard her nervous laugh and giggle to herself.

"Second, You must me pretty damn crazy about me. Sneaking into my room. Wow Edwards!" I said in a shocked, but playful voice.

"And third, I will help you out if you promise never to scare the shit out of me ever again!"

"Yes. I promise. Sorry." she said laughing.

I tried pulling the closet door, but it wouldn't budge. "Damn! I hate these doors they always get stuck!"

I tried again pushing and pulling with all my might.

"OW! My leg! Okay! There is no room in here." Clare whined.

"Relax Clare I almost have it." I spoke through the closet doors.

After the fifth try I was just about to give up. I even tried using a screw to un screw the doors down.

"Clare this is no use. You are going to have to try and push out with me."

"Fine. Ready…1...2...3!" she counted.

Right on three we both pulled the closet door right out of its place.

Clare then fell down with it as I backed up leaning on my bed, trying not to get hit.

I heard a ripping noise, and looked down to see Clare's skirt got ripped off and was still attached to the shelve in my closet.

It was silent for 10 seconds I couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

Clare's face then turned beat red as she pulled the nearest item (My backpack.) and hid her lower half behind it as she got up.

"GREAT!" she said sarcastically.

"Just be lucky your underwear didn't rip off either." I said spilling my guts out laughing.

"You think this is funny!" she was so pissed and embarrassed, but I couldn't help it.

"Truth is that was HILARIOUS!" I giggled even more. "Alright. I am good, I am done…sorry." I smirked.

"Good…Now I suppose you may have some pants I could barrow?" She blushed.

"No problem." Handing her my dark skinny jeans from my draw.

"Thank you." she mumbled while slipping them on. "Oh, and one more thing…" she walked over to me after buttoning the jeans.

"Yeah. You for got to say thank you to me with a kiss." I winked.

"Aw. You are right…" just as she was going to 'kiss me' instead she slapped me. "That was for laughing."

"Ouch!" I laughed thinking back looking at her skirt dangling from the shelve. "Clare that really hurt!" (It didn't really I was just playing.)

"Oh. I am sorry. I just was humiliated." she said rubbing my face after she slapped it.

"Well you could kiss it, and make it better." I smirked.

"Fine. But…this."

Just as she was about to kiss my cheek I turned my head and quickly pecked her on the lips.

I knew she was caught off guard by the face expression she had.

"You were saying?" I wondered.

"But this…was for helping me." Then we started to kiss even more.

I was nice. I felt bad though. I have to tell her the truth. I am sick of games and shit. From now on Eli Goldsworthy is an honest man.