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Jenna, Alli, Remy, and I watched as Fiona walked back into the room, maybe two-dozen dresses draped in her arms.
"When you first began packing to come here, did you ever think, 'Hey! Maybe I'm bringing too many clothes?'" Alli half joked and half asked seriously.
"You can never be too prepared girls," Fiona responded, laying each dress on the bed so they it could easily be seen.
"Alright, let's start with you Jenna," Fiona said, clapping her hands together. "I think pink would go nicely with your phenotype combination."
Jenna turned to me, looking confused. "Phenotype combination?" she mouthed to me. I just shrugged my shoulders and laughed to myself.
"This one! This one is perfect!" Fiona said, holding up a fitted, strapless dress. Half of it was a light, shiny shade of pink, while the other half was a slightly darker, satiny texture. Now that I see them all, I think all of the dresses Fiona put on display were strapless.
"Now, Alli's turn!" Fiona squealed. I sighed and just sat back to watch the entertaining scene of Alli and Fiona arguing over what color palette Alli should work with.
(Later that day)
I was sitting on the fluffy chair in the lobby, a half eaten apple in my hand and the TV set on some random channel that I was barely watching.
"Hey," I heard a voice say behind me. I turned my head to see a freshly showered Eli. He was wearing a pair of baggy sweatpants and a loose t-shirt.
"Hey," I said back, getting up from the chair and tossing my apple core into the trash.
"So… what are you watching?" Eli asked awkwardly, pointing to the TV. I cocked my head to the side and raised a brow at him.
"Eli… are you really interested in what I was on the TV?" I asked him incredulously.
He looked down at his feet. "Not really…" I mumbled to himself. I walked over to where he was standing and lifted his chin so he could look at me.
"Look. I know that what happened in the kitchen was the most extreme thing we've ever done. I think we should talk about it," I told him. He was about to protest, but I cut him off by saying, "Just because we need to talk about it, doesn't mean it was a bad thing. We just have to make sure that we're both on the same page," I explained to him with a smile.
He gave me a shy smile himself and said, "Yes, oh wise one," before giving me a small, sweet kiss on the lips. I grabbed his hand and walked him into the kitchen. I looked around to make sure that no one was already in there before motioning for him to take the seat across from me at the island.
"Well… the only comment that I have for what happened was that… I'm not opposed to it," I said truthfully, causing his head to jolt up from staring at the counter to looking me in the eyes. He had shock covered all over his face and his mouth opened and closed as if he had something to say but nothing was coming out.
"Uh…uh… I… your o-okay with it?" he asked, his voice cracking a little from his growing excitement. I just giggled and nodded.
"I mean… I'm not exactly telling you to take me right here and now, but yeah. If I know that we're both able to control ourselves, why not?" I said to him with a small chuckle. His smile slightly faltered.
"What?" I asked him, noticing his slight change in expression.
"I don't know… it's just… what if I can't control myself…?" he said to me, cautiously looking me in the eye.
"What… why wouldn't you be able to control yourself?" I asked confused.
He sighed loudly. "Because…" he said, taking a pause. "You make me lose control…" he practically whispered.
"E-excuse me?" I said, stunned. What about me could possibly make him lose control?
"When I'm around you, I feel like I enter this world of…of… vulnerability. Almost as if I have to be careful… yet… I'm in the safest place I can be…" he said, his voice cracking slightly. What the hell was he talking about?
"I… I don't know what your saying…" I said quietly, looking at my twiddling thumbs.
Then, he slammed his fists on the table, taking me by surprise. He looked up at me, his red and tear-brimmed eyes boring into mine.
"God damn it Clare! Why don't you get what I'm trying to tell you? This isn't easy for me! And your not picking up any hints from the actual words I'm able to tell you!" he screamed at me, sending an echo through the whole house.
"Well why can't you just tell me what you mean, Eli? It cannot be that hard! Shit! Just come out with it!" I screamed back at him. I felt that boil in my blood start to form again.
"Just shut up, okay? Please? God… I feel like I was completely wrong about you! You don't know me! You don't know how you make me feel everyday! How you turn my stomach inside out and put a stutter in my heart! Just leave me alone before I… I…" he shouted, his voice fading at his loss of words.
"Before you what, Eli? You want to punch me? You want to hurt me right now? Fine! Go ahead! I obviously don't understand you, so this must be how you deal with stuff! Go ahead! Hit me…" I seethed, that same power-surge surrounding my thoughts and actions.
His hands were glowing an amber light now and his eyes looked crazy. As if he were holding something back. But just as I thought he was going to say something, he jumped from his seat and stormed out of the kitchen, leaving me with nothing but empty questions.
I had to do something. I had to walk around, go for a run, do something. But I didn't want to leave the house. Without thinking, I stood up, knocking over my stool in the process, and ran out of the kitchen. I went up the girls' stairs two steps at a time before I reached my room. I barely nudged my door to a close but I still ended up slamming it from my growing strength. I leaned my back against the wall and slid down to sit on the ground.
How could this happen? What just happened? Where does this leave us? Ugh… I screwed up. But the worst part was that… I think I know what Eli was trying to tell me… and the saddest part was… that I feel the same way…
Clare? What are you saying? Come out with it woman! Haha! Review please! And the next chapter will be the night of the dance, and I'm going to warn you and say that in order for the chapter to be it's best, I'm going to have to write it in multiple POVs. Sound good? See you when I update!