Okay, so a lot of people requested that I make a part two. I decided to do that. Thank you all for the wonderful praise, and I am so relieved that I didn't make Clare OOC. That would've royally sucked. Anyways, sorry that I haven't been updating, school and friends can take some major time in your schedule. I hope to start updating more again.

Okay, the last chapter made a reference to the song 'Whip Cream' by Ludo. This chapter was sorta based off the song 'My Own Worst Enemy' by Lit.

Enjoy!


Clare Edwards groaned as the light colored her closed eyelids, forcing her to see red. She turned over and snuggled into the warmth of her bed. She was too tired to get up. But, a nagging sense of confusion and ignorance finally got her to peel her eyes open.

She groaned and her hand flew up reflexively to cover her eyes from the blinding light. A pounding headache brought tears to her eyes as the throb in her temple increased.

When the pain subsided, she opened her eyes again slowly. Clare's heart raced as she stared up at a maroon ceiling.

Her walls were lilac, no where near this blood red color. She sat up slowly, as her eyes scanned her surroundings.

This place was familiar, but she didn't remember exactly where she was. She could feel the creeping sensation of her headache returning, but she kept it at bay.

Looking down at herself, she realized she was in her clothing, not pajamas.

"What the hell is going on?" She groaned as she placed a hand on her forehead, trying to conjure the missing links of last night's events.

"Morning, sunshine." Clare's body froze as Eli's smooth voice danced in her ears. She looked up to see he was leaning against the doorframe of the room.

"E-Eli…" She mumbled, unsure of what to say or do.

"Before I explain everything, I suggest you pop those aspirins. It'll help with the pain." Clare stared at him dumbly for a few seconds before processing what he said. She turned slowly, picked up the white pills on the nightstand, popped them in her mouth, and swallowed them with heaping gulps of the water left at her bedside.

Clare's body ached and a sudden sense of nausea overcame her.

"I feel like I'm going to puke." She mumbled, closing her eyes. She heard Eli's footsteps as he approached. The bed shifted under his weight as he sat and she felt his hand on her shoulder.

"It'll pass." He consoled calmly. Clare suddenly remembered her terrible confusion.

"What happened last night?" She questioned, not looking up at him. From what she could remember, Clare knew she had gone to Alli's party after much persuasion from said girl and had a few drinks of fruit punch. From there, everything was a blur.

She looked up at Eli and saw his lips twist upward in a smirk.

"I don't think you want to know." Clare's eyes widened slightly.

"What did I do?" She whispered, horrified and assuming the worst. Clare saw Eli's eyes widened slightly.

"God, Clare, you didn't do anything terrible. Trust me when I say you didn't break any of the Ten Commandments." His smirk returned, but Clare could see the wariness.

"How did I get here? To your house?" Clare wanted to hit herself for how accusing she sounded. From the looks of things, Eli was taking care of her, not hurting her.

If Eli recognized her subtle accusation, he didn't seem offended or caring.

"I drove you. You were drunk, and I didn't want you to get in trouble with your parents." Clare nodded slowly, processing the information.

"Wait. I was drunk?" She questioned, her voice rising. Her headache came with a new found strength. Clare wondered if this was anything like being stabbed repeatedly in the head with a pushpin.

"Yeah, I think someone spiked your drink." Eli responded, moving his hand away from her shoulder. Both teens immediately knew Alli was behind it. Clare sighed, cursing Alli for doing something so stupid and reckless and inappropriate.

"On a scale of one to ten, how idiotic did I act?" She asked, looking past Eli's shoulder to the vanity mirror.

"Zero." Clare heard him answer instantly, while she fretted over her disheveled hair and blood-shot eyes. "But, you were acting a bit…off." Clare groaned.

"How so?" She dared to question, fearing for the worst.

"Well, you were a bit…flirtatious." Clare felt her cheeks grow uncomfortably warm. Clare had never had a drink before, so she wasn't sure how she was going to act under the influence. "But, only with me." Clare felt a bit better, knowing she wasn't throwing herself in every male's lap. Though, she was nervous, and very embarrassed.

"W-What did I say? How did I act?" Clare narrowed her eyes suspiciously when Eli's cheeks tinted pink ever so slightly, and a smirk flitted across his face.

"Well, I guess you could say you were a bit…grabby. Also, you wouldn't stop trying to get me into bed with you." He added a wink. Clare buried her face in hands and moaned.

"I can't believe how stupid I am." She whispered. Eli's fingers encased her tiny wrists as he dragged them away from her face.

"You could've been a lot worse. You were pretty tame, just, out of character. Can't say I hated it, though." Clare kept her face downcast, refusing to meet his gaze.

Eli released her wrists and placed his finger underneath her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes.

"We didn't do anything but kiss a little bit. It does not have to mean anything." Clare felt her cheeks grow warmer. Anyone could see she and Eli harbored feelings for each other, but didn't admit it. Clare hated to think that she kissed Eli while she wasn't thinking clearly; even when she wanted to every moment she was actually using her brain.

"I'm sorry." She mumbled, frowning. Clare was aware of the sudden pain that shone in his eyes.

"Don't be." His tone came out harsher than usual. Clare's mouth dropped suddenly from surprise.

"N-No! I'm not apologizing for the kiss, unless you didn't like it, of course, but rather, I'm sorry for my behavior." Clare explained empathetically, placing a hand on Eli's shoulder. The tension relaxed and the ghost of a smile played at Eli's lips.

"Of course I liked it. And, I sorta liked your behavior. It was kinda kinky." Clare playfully smacked his arm and smiled.

Suddenly, her smile fled, as she realized the time, date, and location.

"Oh, crap." Eli's amused expression changed, taking on a serious tone.

"What is it?" He asked.

"It's Sunday. And it's two o' clock. And, I wasn't home last night. My parents are going to murder me." Eli smirked.

"It's been taking care of. I checked your phone this morning, no new calls, so, your parents probably aren't too worried. But, in case they did, I called Alli and told her to text your mom to tell her you slept over because you were feeling under the weather. Whenever you're ready, I'll take you to Alli's, where you can call your parents, and ask to be picked up, since you're feeling too 'ill' to walk."

Clare felt herself smiling. Eli was the ideal liar, coming up with excuses and lies in an instant. It was actually quite impressive.

"Thank you." She mumbled, her happy smile turning shy. Eli smirked and leaned in slightly.

"Well, I know a way you can thank me." Eli closed the gap between them, brushing his lips against her softly; testing to make sure it was alright.

Clare smiled and leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his neck, pushing her lips against Eli's rougher. Her mouth parted slightly when his teeth nibbled her lower lip, asking for entrance.

All of a sudden, Clare yanked herself away from Eli, her stomach churning.

"Clare?" Eli questioned, noting her pallid skin turning a sickly green color.

"I think I'm going to be sick!" She called, leaping off the bed and running to find a bathroom. Eli sighed as he heard Clare's heaves from across the hall. He followed her into the washroom, helping the hung-over girl while she emptied out the contents of her stomach. It was going to be a long Sunday.


Haha, hangovers suck. Big time. Yay, Eclare goodness. Well, October isn't too far off. I hope everyone enjoyed this and enjoys their last day of the weekend.

Review?

~S.S.