Disclaimer: Degrassi is something I don't own, sadly… I do own Eli's five year old cousin though, Maureen.

A/N: Oh! Over 900 reviews! EEK! You guys have NO idea how excited I am from the amount of reviews I'm getting for this story! Like really, you have no idea. I hope you guys like this chapter! It's going to start two days after Eli and Clare's lovely little romance moment, and he's going to be entering St. Carson's Mental Health Facility. I'm going to try and make the chapters a lot longer, because Alibis is going to be complete in six chapters, and there's still a lot to be revealed. Anyway, I hope you like this chapter!

Oh and The Brightside (side story to Alibis) will be featured in this chapter, since I couldn't find the time to actually finish typing it, I decided to have it in here as Eli telling it to a new friend, the scene changes to italics, that is his story. If you ask me to post or anything of the sort about the side story, I swear on my life I'll be on you like white on rice…

Warnings: Your mom, lol, just kidding there aren't any warnings.

Enjoy chapter 29!


Alibis

Summary: Waiting for change to lead him down a more innocent path, death obsessed Elijah Goldsworthy finds it in a blue eyed beauty, but perhaps with an even darker past than his own.


CHAPTER 29

"You will write to me?"

"I promise Clare; I will write to you every single day, you'll visit me?"

Clare nodded and I reached up to cup her cheek. She leaned into my hand and I frowned, watching her big blue eyes become glassy with unshed tears. I sighed and wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her to me. Clare buried her head in my chest and her arms wrapped themselves around my shoulders. I rubbed Clare's back and she whimpered against me. I pulled her back and looked into her eyes. I smiled warmly at her.

"I'll see you in a week or two. I love you." I whispered against her cheek as I placed a kiss there. Clare nodded and she got up on her tip toes and kissed me. I returned the kiss, even if it was a short chaste once. Clare pulled away and sniffled. I turned around and walked to the car that my parents were currently sitting in. Her hand gripped mine before she finally let go. I got into the back seats of the car and sighed heavily.

I didn't even bare to look back, because I knew Clare was crying.

The car started to move and I was off to my new home

"She'll be fine Eli." Mom said.

"I know… I'm just… going to miss her." I muttered.

Mom turned around in the passenger and she smiled warmly at me. She reached out and placed her hand on my knee. I smiled a little. I had to turn away from her gaze, because I was on the verge of crying, and I didn't want my mom to see me cry, even if she has seen me cry countless times. But I didn't want her to worry, so I just bit back my tears.

I leaned my head against the window and closed my eyes.

St. Carson's Mental Health Facility

"Good evening, you must be Eli."

Like a little kid, I hid behind my parents and looked over their shoulders at the middle aged nurse. Her name was Pam. I wanted to run out of here, or beg my parents not leave me here, but I knew that would only attract attention and have like five nurses run up out of nowhere and stab me with a needle. Mom and dad continued to talk to the old woman named Pam as I looked around the entire white prison. The windows had irons bars over them, and the walls were painted white; everything in this god forsaken place was white. It's like heaven in their eyes, but hell in mine.

"Well Eli, we're going to go now, we'll see you tomorrow okay?" Mom said. I nodded and my parents stared at me awkwardly. I walked forward and they wrapped their arms around me. I smiled a little and hugged them back.

"Bye Elijah." Dad whispered.

My eyes closed and the warmth that surrounded me was now gone. I opened my eyes to see my parents half way down the hallway. I frowned and looked down next to me, eyeing the suitcases full of my clothes, shoes, and accessories. I swallowed hard and tugged on my pants. I wanted to get out of here, I felt out of place…

"Well Eli, let's get you situated, you arrived just in time for group therapy." Pam said as she grabbed my suit cases and led the way. I followed closely behind her.

"Group therapy?" I muttered.

"Yes, you will meet a lot of kids your age that are just like you." She attempted to make me smile, but flashing me a smile of her own.

"Just like me…" I repeated.

Pam turned to me and smiled. I cleared my throat. I've been in here for a little over thirty minutes and the smell of Clorox bleach and old moth eaten clothes. I shuddered and swallowed the lump in my throat. I can't believe my parents signed me into this place. It feels like I've been here for more than a year and I already missed home. I missed Clare, so much… the very thought of not being able to see her every day broke my heart.

"Here we are, Eli this is your room for the next week or so, this here is your roommate, Aiden, Aiden this is Eli. I'll let you two get more acquainted." Pam whispered and she set my stuff against the bed. The room was deathly quiet and I shifted my weight from one leg to the other. Aiden just stared at me. She was leaning against the wall, at the corner. Her arms were crossed across her chest and her long dark hair fell over her shoulders, shielding her pale face; hiding her deep brown eyes; I could faintly see the hospital bracelet on her left wrist. She wore an oversized white t-shirt and a pair of loose pants that showed off her ankles. I smiled a little and she moved away from the wall.

"What are you in for?" She asked finally, after a long pause.

"Stuff." I muttered.

"That's what we're all in here for." Aiden joked. I laughed and she smiled. Aiden walked up to me and she sat down on my bed. I shoved my suitcase underneath it and leaned up against the wall. Aiden and I stared at each other for a while, and she sighed. I swallowed hard and looked away.

"Are you going to group therapy?" She asked.

"I don't think I have a choice." I responded.

Aiden shrugged her shoulders and she hopped off the bed. She was bare foot and walking up to me, dragging her feet on the cold floor. She pulled her long hair over her shoulder and I got a glimpse of a scar starting from the side of her neck to the middle of her throat. She caught me looking at her and I turned away quickly. Aiden chuckled. She said, "This was an accident, father didn't like me very much." I grimaced and chewed on my bottom lip. Aiden laughed again.

"You seem very shy, Eli. Funny, you don't seem the type." Aiden stated.

"Is that a problem?" I questioned.

"Not at all, I get to find out more about you during group therapy, since they insist in getting into our lives and digging for secrets that aren't meant to be told." Aiden smirked. I snorted, but agreed with her. She walked out of the room with her arms crossed across her chest. Aiden turned back in the door frame, and glanced at me. My attention lifted up from the floor to meet her deep gaze.

"Are you coming?" She asked.

I nodded and walked out of the room and followed this girl down the long slightly crowded hallway. Before we went to group therapy, she showed me around. The hospital was odd, full of anorexic teens, suicidal teens, and ones that were just completely fucking crazy. After walking around for a good thirty minutes, we ended up in a large room with a large circle of chairs sitting directly in the middle of the room. On the other side sat a long white table full of snacks and refreshments. Aiden and I took a seat in the two empty chairs, and we waited.

"Who's the new guy?"

"Oh, everyone," Aiden grabbed the attention of the room and I bowed my head; "this is Eli, Eli, welcome to group therapy." I smiled sheepishly at everyone and started to furiously rake my fingers in my hair and tug at the roots.

The door in the back was slammed shut, causing me to almost jump ten feet from the chair. Aiden giggled.

"Sorry I'm late everyone, I had some unfinished business to take care of, now who would like to start today?"

The man that came to the hospital that one night when I was there stood in front of everyone. If I remember correctly, his name was Dr. Rhodes.

"Ah, Jack, what would you like to share with us?" Dr. Rhodes sat down in the empty chair behind him and smiled at the boy named Jack.

"I found a rat today in the basement," He muttered.

"Oh… well that's—

Jack glanced up at him darkly and smiled a little; "I skinned it alive and ate it." My lip twitched and I grimaced. Dr. Rhodes cleared his throat and turned away. Jack smiled and he brought his legs up to his chest and buried his face in his knees. I swallowed nervously and reached up to nervously rub the back of my neck. Dr. Rhodes noticed me and he smiled a little.

"It looks like we have someone new joining us today."

No shit Sherlock?

"Elijah—

"Eli." I corrected him quickly.

"Right, Eli, I know it's your first day, but, do you have something you would like to share?" He asked me. I shook my head and looked down.

"Nothing at all?" He asked.

I shook my head again. Like he said, this is my first day, so I wasn't going to automatically open up to people. Then again, if I want out of this damn place, opening up to these psycho doctors might just help. Who knows, maybe I'll get let out in less than a week. I couldn't be too sure, because I know that I can't be let out if I think I'm okay, it's their word against mine. But, it's worth a shot.

"Um… can I introduce myself first?" I asked. Dr. Rhodes nodded and I smiled a little. "I'm um… Eli, but you already know that… and… um… sorry I'm not really used to opening up to strangers," I got a few laughs from people, and that alone made me feel a little bit better; "I guess I would um… like to talk about my first suicide attempt."

"So you're suicidal." Someone asked.

"Obviously, did you not hear him?" Another added.

I watched the two argue in front of me and I frowned. I felt someone tap my arm and turned over to Aiden. She whispered, "It's nothing to worry about, they are always fighting, it's practically a miracle when they're not. We won't be able to hear your story now that they're fighting with each other." I tried hard not to sigh in utter relief. Just the thought of telling people about my first suicide attempt scared me, thinking that they would run off and tell everyone. Aiden growled and she got up. I eyed her curiously.

"I'm getting out of here, going to the roof, want to come with?"

I glanced at Dr. Rhodes, who was busy trying to calm the arguing patients, and then back at Aiden. She weighed the options in her hands.

"Stay? Go?"

"How often do you come up here?"

"Every chance I get… I like to cloud gaze up here. It's calming." Aiden lay back on the gravel covered roof and stared up at the sky. I stood up next to her, glanced around and then lay down next to her, shifting around as I tried to get comfortable. I glanced up at the sky and smiled. The massive, large blue sky made me think of Clare's eyes, and I instantly frowned and suddenly felt awkwardly upset.

"Something on your mind?" Aiden asked, breaking the silence.

"I miss my girlfriend." I muttered.

"Oh, girlfriend, what's her name?" Aiden asked as she sat up cross legged next to me. She was just barely blocking the sun from my vision, but I still had to hold my hand up to cover my eyes from the burning rays radiating from the sun.

"Clare." I responded.

"Pretty name, I bet she's a pretty girl," Aiden smiled. I nodded; "She's beautiful." I answered. Aiden smiled again and she reached up to tuck her long hair behind her ear. Aiden started to drum her fingers on her knees and she glanced at me, and then turned her attention elsewhere, as if she wanted to ask me something.

"Something on your mind?" I asked.

Aiden sighed a little.

"You were going to tell us about your first suicide attempt… would you tell me?" Aiden asked.

"I don't open up to people that easily." I answered quickly.

Aiden frowned. "It's easy, look, I'll do it first. About three years ago, I had discovered that I wasn't into boys, and that I liked girls, right. Well, unfortunately, my parents didn't really enjoy that idea when they found out. They took me out of school and isolated me from the world, home schooled me, everything. A year ago, I brought an old 'friend' of mine home. My parents didn't know she was my girlfriend at the time. I took her upstairs to my room, we were 'playing' and when my dad bolted in the room, he grabbed my girlfriend by the hair and literally dragged her out of the house," Aiden took a deep breath and sighed shakily, "Um… after that day, I was slowly beginning to think that my parents were never going to accept me for being the only gay kid in the family… so, one night I just grabbed a knife and did it."

"Did it?" I repeated.

Aiden lifted her shirt, revealing the deep, gash like wound across her stomach. Just looking at it made my stomach hurt.

"Your turn." She said.

I swallowed nervously and reached up to rub the back of my neck. Aiden seemed like someone I could trust… it's not like she had anybody to tell my story to… But, Clare has taught me one thing that I should learn to trust people, so I might as well make the best of it, and trust Aiden. She told me her story, even if it was short, so I should tell her mine, right?

"It's a long story and I get really descriptive, so get ready." I finally said.

"Oh, I love long descriptive stories, ready when you are captain!" Aiden smiled.

I chuckled. "Um, it started two months ago; it was the last few weeks of school…

Since as long as I could remember, my mother would always sit me down on the couch and lecture to me on how I am not alive to please people. That different is good. Being different is okay. Unfortunately, as I grew older and smarter, I started to realize that she was only telling me that to make me feel better. It's clear she was only trying to protect me from "what comes in life" but she wasn't protecting me by making me out to be the biggest wimp ever.

All my life, I was pushed around by people my age, and people who were older. I was bullied, harassed, assaulted by many people. I had no friends; my parents didn't give two shits about me. I would come home with bruises on my face, my lip would be bleeding, and I would have bruises on my ribs and everywhere else on my body. When I would come home, my parents would ask what happened, but after I would tell them, they would scream at me, tell me to toughen up, be a man.

I've learned throughout the years of growing up to ignore, distance myself from people.

To never trust anybody was the key.

Since I did this, my physical appearance changed. I started wearing much darker clothes, painting my nails black, wearing eyeliner, getting piercings that my parents would practically rip out. I was the opposite of what they wanted their son to grow up like. They wanted me to be a pretty boy, wearing everything but black. But, sorry to rain on their parade, just like my mom would tell me, being different is good, different is okay. And, I wasn't about to change my ways because they decided to change their minds. I'm happy the way I am, happy, content with myself. They just have to learn to accept that.

So, here I am, age seventeen and still trying to gain their acceptance…

The alarm started blaring at exactly six thirty in the morning. And, like always, I didn't hesitate in slamming my fist down on it to shut it up. I sat up lazily and moved to the side, placing my feet on the floor of my messy room. While yawning and scratching the back of my head, I got up and started walking to the bathroom to take a quick shower. When I was finished, I walked out of my bathroom that had turned into a small sauna with a towel around my waist and my hair soaking wet.

I walked to my dresser and pulled it open, rummaging through the mess of clothes inside. After countless times of looking through my messy drawers, I ended up grabbing my black skinny jeans and an old My Chemical Romance t-shirt. When I got dressed, the door to my room was slammed open and I jumped from the sudden action.

"Oh, you're awake, well if I'm going to be taking you to school, hurry up; I don't want to wait for you to finishing fixing yourself." My dad's grungy voice echoed in my room as I walked to my dresser and grabbed my silver guitar pick necklace and placing it around my neck. He walked out of my room and I finished putting on my accessories; a few black elastic bracelets on my left wrist, and a thick black studded bracelet on my right wrist.

When I looked up, and actually got a good look at myself, I didn't realize I had dark circles under my eyes. I sighed and looked around for that small pencil of eyeliner that I had. Once I found it, I pulled the cap off and applied a small amount around my eyes before smudging it, making it look like I didn't just cake it on like a bunch of girls at Degrassi do.

I walked out of my room with my bag over my shoulder and my shoes in one hand.

Dad was in the living room, staring blankly at the TV.

"Why are you wearing eyeliner, guys don't wear eyeliner." My dad said.

"And are you seriously about to get into this conversation with me? Why ask if I'm going to give you the same answer as before." I responded while pulling my shoes on. I heard him snort and he mumbled something under his breath that I couldn't understand. My mom was in the kitchen making coffee and she soon walked out and handed me some money for lunch. I smiled a little at her and she kissed the top of my head and walked back into the kitchen.

"Are you ready?" Dad asked.

"Yeah, let's go." I said softly.

We both got up in unison, and I followed my dad out the front door. I climbed into his white pick-up truck and he wasted no time in turning the ignition on, and quickly pulling out of the driveway. I stared out the window, and sighed softly through my nose. To say I absolutely hated going to school would be a huge understatement, I fucking dreaded it. Each day it's the same thing, but not. I always awaited for something new to happen.

Getting shoved into lockers…

Each day was like a new bruise.

Each day was a different experience of hell.

My father nudges my shoulder, trying to grab my attention. I realized that I had dozed off, and I unfastened my seatbelt and opened the door. When I stepped out of the truck, I slammed the door shut, and watched him speed off, disappearing around the corner. I clenched the strap on my bag and looked around the front of the school, which was already packed with students that had lingering eyes.

I hadn't been here even five minutes, and the rumors are already ready to be spread. I rolled my eyes and walked up the steps, and pushed open the glass door, and headed to my locker. My best friend was already waiting for me as well as my girlfriend, and I couldn't help but smile mentally. Jenna Middleton, my girlfriend, my everything… my love. Her smile brightened up everything around me and I absolutely adored it. She walked up to me halfway and wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me hard in the middle of the hallway. Around us I could hear people whispering how "revolting" it is for people to show PDA, but I could care the fuck less, if they don't like it, then don't look. It's as simple as that.

I pulled away and she kept her hands wrapped around my neck, her fingers grazing in my hair.

"Morning Eli, how are you on this fine day?" She asked.

I shrugged my shoulders and wrapped my arms around her shoulders while she snaked her arm around my waist. As I walked to my locker, Adam pushed himself off the lockers and he walked around me and Jenna and said, "What's up?" I twisted the combination to the combination lock and opened my locker. I glanced over at him and turned my attention to the inside of my half decent looking locker. I grabbed my history book and closed my locker.

"Same shit, different day." I finally answered.

"Ah, well, let me tell you, Fiona and I, damn we got into the biggest fight last night." Adam started blabbing on and on and on about his rich and fancy girlfriend Fiona and he got into a fight about who knows what. I wasn't paying much attention, so I wrapped my arm around Jenna's shoulders and led her away from him. I smirked, hearing him shout that I was a dick.

"You're so mean to him." Jenna chuckled.

"Not all the time." I responded nonchalantly while shrugging my shoulders slightly. Jenna smiled a little and we both stopped once I reached her class. I kissed her temple and she walked into the classroom. Just like always, I could hear people whispering around me. Saying, "What's a cute cheerleader like Jenna, doing with a gothic freak like me?" I sighed and headed to my class, maneuvering around the sea of people, trying to avoid them at all costs. With my cursed luck, I was slammed into some lockers by none other than Mark "Fitz" Fitzgerald, his stupid little minions standing behind him laughing like a bunch of monkeys.

"Oops." He said sarcastically.

I rubbed my aching shoulder and breathed heavily.

"Aw look, the little emo kid is going to cry." Fitz mocked.

I glared at him, my jaw clenching to the point that I could hear my teeth grinding against each other. I balled my fists up and looked away. I walked around him and he shouted, "Yeah that's right, walk away! You're never going to do shit to me anyway!" As much as I wanted to turn around and pound his face into the floor and watch the tiles crack from the force, I continued walking. I only fight when I need to.

And, fighting with a Neanderthal wasn't on my checklist. When I arrived at my class, I took my seat at the far end of the half full room. As usual, I slouched in my seat, and took my thick black sharpie out and began coloring my nails with them, filling the empty spaces that are there. I wasn't really paying much attention to what was going on around me. I was in my own little space.

"Oh, look! He's painting his nails again."

"He's so weird; I wonder what his home life is like. I bet his parents are really strict to him."

"Isn't he an Atheist, or is he a Satanist? I wouldn't be surprised if he was either or."

"I don't know how you guys can sit there and talk crap about someone, physical appearance shouldn't matter to anybody! You're so judgmental, Eli is a sweet person."

I smirked, listening to the person bash out the others. I glanced up at her and she smiled in my direction. She and I would have decent conversations every now and then, but I wouldn't consider her a friend of mine. When class started, the entire roomed became deathly silent, and Mr. Purino walked in, carrying his leather briefcase in his hand and placing it on his desk. He opened it and pulled out a thick stack of papers.

"Pop quiz!" He announced, receiving a large amount of whiny groans from the students. I put away my sharpie and took a pencil out from the depths of my bag. When Mr. Purino walked by my desk, and placed a pink test paper between my arms. I wrote my name at the top and gazed down at the questions. This was going to be easy. It didn't take me long to finish the quiz, and when I did, I got up and walked to the front of the classroom, and handed Mr. Purino the test, standing off to the side while he graded it it.

I was busy staring at my own two feet, not really wanting to look at the many faces in the classroom.

"Good job Eli, you got a perfect fifty out of fifty." Mr. Purino stated.

"Thanks." I responded while taking my paper and heading back to my desk. Just like in classic old high school movies, someone had stuck their leg out in the middle of the aisle before I could realize it being there. I did trip, but I didn't fall, I caught myself just in time and stared at the boy who snickered quickly. I rolled my eyes and straightened myself out.

"Amateurs." I continued making my way to my desk and I sat down in it, slouching like before. Everybody soon started to gather around Mr. Purino's desk and would either complain about failing, or would high five their friends for passing. It's official, I'm surrounded by morons. Impatiently, I waited for the bell to ring. I had been here for a short amount of time, and I was already ready to head back home. I hated this place. I hated this place with a fiery passion.

The sound of the bell rang in my ears, and I quickly gathered my belongings and walked out of the classroom. Like I always do every single day, I walked to Jenna's classroom and waited outside for her. When the line of people exit the classroom, I watched Jenna follow behind a girl and when she saw me, she smiled and pranced up to me. Her arms linked around my neck and I pulled her close to me, my back hit the lockers with a soft thud.

I smiled down at her and leaned down to kiss her, chastely.

"So, I know it's second period, but I can't wait for tonight… I've been so ready to do this, especially with you." Jenna said while playing with the strands of hair on the back of my neck. I played with the hem of her shirt and smirked. Jenna leaned up to kiss me, standing up on her tip toes. She pulled away took my hand in hers. After walking to my locker to get the extra pair of clothes I keep in there, she led us both to the Gym since we had P.E. together. We parted ways, heading to the different locker rooms. When I pushed through the doors, I saw that Adam was already changing in his usual corner.

I walked over to him, tossing my bag next to the bench and I removed my shirt to pull on the worn out V-neck I had in the bag, and then my shoes and pants were next, which were replaced with my black basketball shorts.

"Dude, we have to talk, now." Adam said, placing a hand on my shoulder. I nodded and we both made our way outside of the lockers, and we took a seat on the empty bleachers. Adam turned to me and said, "So, okay there's a rumor going around that Fitz is going to—

"Beat me to a pulp? Adam I've heard this rumor too many times, and I have yet to see it happen. The guys a wimp, I'm not scared of him." I cut in. Adam pressed his lips to a thin line and nodded. He looked over my shoulder and frowned. I turned to look over my shoulder as well and watched Fitz walk up with two of his friends. Great. This is exactly what I need. When Fitz approached me with his posies walking behind him, he stood in front of me, his arms crossed tightly across his chest.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Watch how you talk to me emo boy, you better be glad I don't—

"What beat me up? I've endured every single thing you could possibly do to me, getting another punch in the face isn't going to be any different." I responded sardonically. Fitz's lip twitched and he dropped his arms to his sides. Before I could comprehend anything that was going on, the entire left side of my face felt like a door had just slammed itself against me. I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling the pain turn into a massive headache.

"Fitz, just back off! Leave Eli alone!" Adam shouted as he walked over me and pushed Fitz back. I glanced over my shoulder and sighed heavily, watching Adam fight my own battles. Not that I cared at the moment, I could barely stand up without feeling mind blowing pain. After screaming for about five minutes, Adam finally got them to leave us alone. He sat down next to me, placing a hand over my shoulder and asking if I was alright.

"I'll be fine." I responded softly.

He nodded and we both got up eventually to do our exercises, and then after that we could do whatever we wanted. I, however, decided to steal Jenna away and take her to the empty locker rooms. Nobody was allowed in there while class was in session, so there wasn't going to be a chance of someone catching us. Jenna stood in the middle of the girl's locker room and watched as I closed and locked the doors. When I turned to her, I had her backed up against the wall already, and my lips attacking hers.

"Mmm, Eli, wouldn't we get in some sort of trouble for this?" Jenna moaned.

"Not if you keep quiet." I purred, brushing my knee in between her legs. She moaned and tilted her head back. I smirked and attacked her neck, tasting her sweet flesh. Jenna gasped and she clenched my biceps, and pressed her body closer to mine. My lips curled up into a smirk against her skin and licked a line up to her lips, pushing my tongue in between them. Jenna responded to the kiss and reached up to clench her hands in my shirt.

"Eli, if we—continue this here… I might not be able to stop myself… I want to wait." Jenna whimpered as I reached down to rub the place in between her legs. I pouted and Jenna rolled her eyes. She pushed me to sit down on the bench and I pinned my eyebrows together and she yanked my shorts down and I almost let out a squeak. Jenna smiled and she grabbed my cock and nuzzled it before engulfing her mouth around the base.

"Jenna… not here." I groaned, grabbing the back of her head to pry her off. But the second her lips were wrapped around the tip, she gave a hard suck, causing me to moan and clench her hair in between my fingers. I know for a fact that nobody would be barging in any time soon, but I still feared having someone barge through the door and watch Jenna suck my dick. I groaned and thrust my hips forward, feeling her teeth graze along the base of my cock before she pulled back completely.

"Come on Eli, we have a class to participate in." She smirked before placing a kiss on my lips.

I groaned and pulled my shorts up, and fixed myself before Jenna and I both walked out of the locker room.

We headed to the bleachers, sitting next to Adam who had his nose stuck inside an old comic book. Which, to be honest, made me wonder where he got it, because I didn't see him with it when we walked out. Maybe he went back into the locker room to get it, I'm not sure. Jenna was leaning against me and I had my arms wrapped around her. A few of Jenna's friends walked up to us and they glared directly at me.

"Jenna what are you doing with the Goth kid…"

Jenna sighed. "Marisol, how many times do I have to tell you? Eli is my boyfriend… I have every right to be with him." I watched her dark skinned friend snort un-lady like and she crossed her arms across her chest. Jenna pulled away from me and I switched glances between her and Marisol and the other two standing beside her.

"Marisol, I suggest you just shut your mouth. Eli is an amazing person, and I love him. Either you get the fuck over the fact that I want to hang out with him more than you, or you can forget us being friends." Jenna snapped. As much as I wanted to jump in and say something less kindergarten, like Jenna, had I kept my ground and watched Jenna and her friends argue about me. Marisol being a dumb bitch and calling me stupid names like "emo bitch" or "satanic Goth boy". I laughed. It's not like I hadn't heard those before. After fighting for what seemed like forever, Jenna was eventually sitting back next to me and I had to hold her shoulders softly and kiss her temple a few times so she could calm down.

"I just don't understand how people can be so cruel! Judging other's by their physical appearance…" Jenna frowned.

"Jenna, I don't care." I laughed.

She turned around to face me and smiled softly. "How did I end up with an amazing boyfriend?" She asked. I shrugged my shoulders and leaned in to kiss her. Jenna smiled and she returned the kiss before placing her head back on my shoulder while my arms wrapped themselves around her shoulders, my chin rested on top of her head. We remained like this for the rest of the class period, listening to Adam talk about his girlfriend and how much he wanted to kill her. I laughed a few times, because I know how he felt. Fiona is a dumb bitch, and she's too good for Adam.

He deserves much better than her.

"Alright class, time to change, the bell rings in a few minutes." Coach Armstrong announced. The entire class got up and they walked to the different locker rooms. As Adam and I made our way to the guy's locker room, we grabbed our corner and began changing. Adam glanced over at me when I lifted shirt over my head.

"Dude, what happened to your rib?" He asked.

I glanced down and frowned, eyeing the large black and blue bruise over my ribcage. I quickly grabbed my other t-shirt, and threw it on; muttering, "Nothing… it's nothing I fell." Adam frowned and when I finished getting dressed, I quickly grabbed my bag and bolted out of the locker room. Adam came following after me and he grabbed my shoulder, turning me around.

"Is your father hitting you again?" He hissed.

"Yes Adam, can you say it a little louder?" I questioned. He frowned and his hand fell to his side. Adam's face softened and I looked away.

"Why didn't you call me? I could've come get you." Adam stated. I shrugged my shoulders and started walking away again. I met up with Jenna and when the bell rang, I practically pushed her out of the doors and walked to my locker. Jenna looked up at me, giving me a confused look. I knew what she was about to ask, but I wasn't going to tell her. I didn't feel like talking about it. Adam already knows, but if Jenna finds out she's going to try and do something about it, but she can't…

When we made it to my locker I furiously started to twist the combination, but each time I failed. I was so fucking annoyed that I wasn't entirely concentrating on the combination lock.

"Eli, Eli you have to calm down." Jenna said reassuringly as she placed a hand on my shoulder. I growled in frustration and kicked my locker, hard, creating a dint. Jenna jumped and she backed up. I rested my forehead against it and sighed a little. Jenna reached up to touch my shoulder and I glanced over at her. She turned my head to her and leaned up to press a kiss on my cheek. I closed my eyes and whispered, "I'm sorry." She smiled and turned me to face her. Jenna wrapped her arms around my neck and I rested my forehead against hers while my arms linked around her waist.

"Eli, you know I love you right?" Jenna said.

"I love you too." I responded.

"Can you tell me what's wrong? You were fine earlier…" Jenna stated obviously.

"At lunch, I'll tell you at lunch."

Jenna frowned, but she nodded nonetheless. She leaned up to kiss me and walked away to her class. I sighed and started to twist the combination to my locker more calmly than I had before and soon opened it. I grabbed my algebra book and closed my locker after shoving my P.E. clothes inside. I headed to my class and took a seat in the back, like I normally did.

The day had gone by quicker than I expected. The bullying didn't stop, but it wasn't as bad as I usually experience. I had gotten rammed into a few lockers and Principal Simpson had to break up a fight between me and Fitz, the usual. I'd get off with a warning, while Fitz had to suffer the afternoon with two hours in detention. I was currently sitting in the last class of the day, English – Mrs. Kwan.

We were currently going over the book The Scarlet Letter. I wasn't entirely fond of it, but I didn't hate it either. I was more into Edgar Allen Poe's writing. It's darker than the usual stuff that this school makes us read. I sighed and rolled my eyes about the thought.

"Mr. Goldsworthy, would you care to share your comments about this book?" Mrs. Kwan asked as she took a seat on her desk, with one foot propped onto the floor. Everybody's head in unison turned to face me and I glanced at all of them. I suddenly felt nervous and I swallowed hard, trying to force the lump down my throat. I never get nervous when it comes to explaining my thoughts about a book, but… now it's just… weird.

"To be honest, I didn't like it Mrs. Kwan." I responded.

"Oh, why is that?" She asked a little interested in what I had to say.

"Because—

"Because, it didn't have someone cutting their wrists open or practicing satanic rituals." Someone had answered, cutting me off.

The class burst into laughter and I glared directly at the person who "answered" my question. They began to grow a little uneasy with me staring at them hard. My glare was so intense that they shifted nervously in his seat. When I turned my attention back to Mrs. Kwan, I continued what I started to say; "First off, I just thought it wasn't all that great. The emotion in it was just bland, and I didn't enjoy it. Simple as that. And no, I didn't like it because it didn't have satanic rituals being practiced, or people who cut themselves," I directed my sentence towards the asshole across the room, "Why read it when I can do it myself?"

Listening to everybody gasp made my lips curl up into a smirk. I loved to tease these gullible fuckers. Mrs. Kwan cleared her throat and she quickly asked someone else their opinion on the book. I sighed a little and looked down at my arms. I could vaguely make out the faded scars going up and down my arms. They were old, but they still made my chest ache from remembering what happened when I hurt myself.

I was engrossed in staring at my scars that I didn't even hear the bell ring, signaling that the last class of the day was over. Mrs. Kwan had to call my attention a few times. I finally came back to reality and I started to gather my stuff lazily before walking out of the empty classroom. As expected, Jenna was waiting for me outside the classroom, but she was talking to none other than Mark Fitzgerald…

Since I normally don't think before my actions, I practically almost pounced on him, but Jenna had stopped me in time, placing a hand over my chest and saying, "Eli, calm down. He's just asking me a question."

"About what?" I growled.

"About… history." Jenna shrugged.

I switched glances between them, eyeing them both carefully. Jenna turned to Fitz and told him to get lost, which he (surprisingly) turned tail and walked off. Jenna sighed and she turned back to me, placing her arms around my neck and saying, "Now, let's get out of here. I'm hungry." I smirked and nodded. We walked to my locker and I practically threw everything in there. Jenna and I walked out of the school, hand in hand and the second we stood on the sidewalk, I realized that I didn't drive to school this morning.

"We're going to have to walk." I said quietly.

"That's fine, I could use the fresh air. Let's go!" Jenna gripped my hand and she practically dragged me across the road as we made our way to The Dot. Jenna and I walked inside and we took a seat at the counter.

"What are you getting?" She asked while looking at the menu.

"I'm not hungry; you can order whatever you like." I said. Jenna smiled wide and just as expected, she started to order the most expensive things on the menu. I wouldn't be surprised if it came out to over forty dollars. Not that I minded though, I love buying things for Jenna. It's not like she ever took advantage of me in that way. When Jenna had finally finished ordering she turned to me and reached down to grab my hand and interlaced our fingers.

"Are you ready for tonight?" She asked softly.

"You're making it sound like I've never had sex before." I joked.

"But you haven't… we both haven't and this is… this is special between us." Jenna flashed me a smile and I smiled in return. I leaned over and placed a chaste kiss on her cheek and she blushed a little. We continued to talk for what seemed like eternity while Jenna ate her food, and I had grown impatient. I wanted to just take her home after school, but… I wanted to wait for her. Today is about her, not me… I wanted to make sure that she was going to enjoy this. After an hour or so, Jenna had finally finished eating, and we were already making our way to the house.

I didn't expect us to be chatting on the way there… I was silent, and so was Jenna. She was fidgeting with her smiles and her palms were sweating, as well as mine. I sighed a little and once we rounded the corner to my house. Jenna was chatting away about what we should do, but me being a guy, I was just excited that we were actually about to have sex for the first time. The thought alone made me smirk.

"Eli, are you listening?" Jenna pouted.

"Huh, oh… no." I responded nonchalantly.

"Ugh, fine." Jenna smiled a little. We walked up the steps to my house and I reached into my pocket and pulled out my house keys. To myself, I was begging that my parents weren't home, because having them here and listening to me and Jenna fuck isn't going to be something they'll let go. When I opened the door, Jenna walked in and she headed straight to my room. I rolled my eyes.

"I'll get us something to drink!" I shouted.

"Okay! Take your time!" Jenna responded.

I walked into the kitchen after placing my keys on the coffee table. After opening the fridge and grabbing two cans of soda, I headed to the other side of the kitchen to grab some snacks; I walked to my room and smiled, finding Jenna sitting comfortably on my bed. I walked up to her and placed the drinks and snacks on the nightstand. Before I could comprehend anything that was going on, Jenna had pulled me to her, and I fell on top of her. I smirked down at her and she wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned up to fuse our lips together.

I kissed her back with such fervor, that I didn't hear the small moan that formed in her throat. Jenna pulled away after our tongues wrestled and she pressed her lips into my neck, making me shudder and moan softly. Jenna's lips skipped back up to my lips and we kissed again. She started to tug on my shirt, and I leaned back to remove it. The second it was off, her hand reached up to touch me. I smirked and settled my body back down on top of hers.

Jenna thrust her tongue into my mouth as I reached inside her shirt, brushing my fingers up and down her side, and up to her breast, cupping it gently.

Jenna moaned and arched against my touch. I groped her a few times before pulling my hand from under her shirt, only to remove the annoying clothing. Jenna didn't seem to mind because the minute I removed her shirt, she started to unbutton her pants.

"Jenna, are you sure you're ready?" I asked.

"Yes, I'm sure." She assured me.

I smiled a little and nodded. Jenna and I resumed kissing, touching each other in places that we both needed attention. Once we were both ready, I grabbed a condom from the inside of the drawer of my nightstand and slipped it on. Jenna chewed nervously on her bottom lip as I guided my cock to her entrance. We both hissed as I made my way inside her. She was really tight, so it made it hard for me not to immediately start fucking her after I shoved myself all the way in, Jenna screaming both from pain and pleasure…

"So what happened next?" Aiden asked.

"The next day I um… went to school, and found out that she recorded our entire sexcapade and showed it to all her friends… she made me believe that she loved me and that she was the one… I fell for the wrong person. After going through the entire day getting made fun of because of what Jenna showed them, I went home, not saying anything to my parents. I just went to my room, locked myself inside it, grabbed a pair of scissors and slit my wrists open. My parents found me half alive and half dead on the floor in my bathroom. I woke up at the hospital three days later." I explained. I glanced up at Aiden and she blinked a few times.

"That's really upsetting dude, I can't believe Jenna would do something so heartless." She said.

"Me either… but, I do have Clare now, so that's all that matters." I said, smiling lightly and staring blankly at the pebbles Aiden and I sat on.

"When did you meet Clare?" Aiden asked.

"Almost two months ago. She was my neighbor when I first met her. I was a bit of a creep when I first saw her. I was like watching her almost every day. But, we've grown to love each other… as much as love scares me, she's turned me around into a whole different person, I've changed… but my parents still insist in throwing me in the mental prison." I growled.

"Same with my family, but, at least you admit to changing, not many people can do that."

I smiled at Aiden and she smiled back in return at me.

"Well Eli, it looks like we've developed a friendship." Aiden said.

We stared at each other for a brief moment and I shrugged my shoulders.

"If you say so."

"I know so." She winked and lay back down on the gravel. I laughed and lay down with her. We both stared up at sky and I sighed gently.

I couldn't wait to tell Clare that I had just made a new friend.

End of Chapter 29


To be completely honest, this chapter didn't come out the way I wanted, so in other words, it sucked, really bad. I can tell. I had to end it like that because it is currently a little after one in the morning and I can barely keep my eyes open, so I hope I didn't disappoint you guys, really. I know it sucked ._.

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