Hey guys!

A few warnings, I guess you could say in this one and just some things I should explain.

First: Fitz is more playerish in this fic. So he's kind of like Owen; a total asshole bully who also thinks he can score with any girl he meets.

Second: Clare is very OOC because of the way her power affects her. You'll see through out the chapter and especially towards the end.

I think that's all...

Yup, that's it!

So...

Love Always,

~Pho:)

Chapter 3

Clare's POV

Yesterday could not have gotten any weirder. Adam, read my mind and almost told Eli I liked him. Eli, teleported me into my bedroom and flung water at me with his mind. And I can fling fireballs with my hands and mind. As if we weren't weird enough… But it's pretty fun playing with my power. I was getting ready for school and had just put a pop-tart in the toaster for my breakfast. I was snapping my fingers, waiting for it pop out, and I forgot doing that creates mini fireballs. Oh well. Why not have some fun with it? I continued to play with it like I did yesterday; throwing it in the air, rolling it on my arms and hands. Good way to pass the time.

Ding Dong!

The door bell went off and I immediately put the fire out. I opened my curtain to see Eli and Adam standing on my front doorstep. Adam had a…gallon of water? I lit the fireball again and opened the door.

"Okay…why the humungous water jug?" I asked, still playing with the fire.

"That," Eli said, pointing to the ball of fire in my hand, "Is why. You're drained easily when you use it—even if you're not. So, keep this in your locker during the day."

"Umm…thanks?" I said, taking the water from Adam.

"No problem, Clare Bear!" he cheered, causing me to giggle.

"You guys can come in, I just have to get a few things." I said.

"Clare, wait a second," Eli called, "Put the flame out," I did as he said and he looked into my eyes. I cocked an eyebrow and tilted my head to the side, "Now make the flame again," I snapped my fingers and shrugged my shoulders.

"Wow, Eli, only you would realize that." Adam chuckled.

"What?" I asked.

"I don't know how to explain it. When you use your power, yours eyes spark, like they're on fire, too. When you put it out, there's still a spark but not as intensified. But when you're worn out and drained like you were last night, it goes out almost completely." He explained.

"Jeez, what in part of my body isn't affected by this? Don't answer it." I said as they both opened their mouths to speak.

Pop! The toaster.

"I'll be right back," I jogged to the kitchen, put the pop-tart in my mouth, grabbed my bag off the couch and ran past the boys and outside. I motioned my hands for them to follow me and I got into the hearse, "Well…? Ya coming?"

"That line's getting old, Edwards." Eli remarked.

"Whatever, Goldsworthy, just drive." I retorted. I was practically bouncing in the bench seat of the hearse between Eli and Adam.

"Someone's jumpy today," Adam pointed out.

"I don't know, unless I'm thirsty, I feel really energetic. Kind of like Ali. Oh God, Ali…"

"Clare, you can't tell her." Adam warned.

"I know I can't, but she's my best friend and it's like she's got a chip in her brain that automatically detects when something's up with me. And I'm a horrible liar."

"Yeah, ya kinda are, Blue Eyes…" Eli chuckled.

"Not. Helping."

"Just…act cool."

"Adam. Act Cool. I'm running a hundred and freaking ten degree constant fever and should hypothetically be dead and you want me to 'Act Cool'?" I questioned incredulously.

"Okay…wrong wording. Just play it down; don't give Ali a reason to suspect anything." He said with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Yeah. I'll try that." I murmured as we pulled up to the school. I got out of the hearse, bid Adam and Eli goodbye, and headed to my locker.

"Hey Clare!" Ali screeched as she came up beside me.

"Hey, Als…" I murmured.

"Umm…why do you have a gallon of water in your locker?" She questioned, pointing to the large jug of water.

"Oh, that? It's for my…chem project." I answered uneasily.

"Oh, cool, what are you doing?" She asked clueless, batting her long eyelashes innocently.

"What am I doing…that's a good question…"

Studying the formation of Algae, Adam's voice rung in my head. I looked to see him walking on the other side of the hall with Drew, his older step-brother.

Thank you, Adam, "I'm calculating how quickly algae and bacteria will grow in the container with little sunlight." I answered.

"Um…not very, Clare." Ali quipped.

"Oh, I know. I have another jug at home sitting on my balcony." I answered, hopefully convincingly.

"That makes sense…Ooh! I see Drew! See you in homeroom, Clare Bear!" Oh, that was close.

"Phew," I sighed, leaning against the locker beside mine.

"That was close," Eli said, suddenly behind me.

"Goodness! Eli! Don't do that! And you can't just teleport in the middle of the hallway!" I said in a frantic yet hushed tone.

"Calm down, Blue Eyes. It's not like anybody saw me." He chuckled.

"I'm sitting here, trying to explain why I have a gallon of water in my locker, and you're teleporting in front of everyone and don't care?"

"Yeah."

"You're unbelievable…" I muttered, taking a long swig at the water jug in my locker. That should hold me off for the rest of the day.

"And after you drank the water, the spark in your eye is even brighter."

"Now I'm really glad I got the laser eye surgery," I remarked sarcastically, closing my locker as the warning bell rang, "See you in English, Eli."

xXx

I was the first one in the English classroom, Miss Dawes wasn't even here yet. I was engulfed in my House of Night book when Eli teleported into the seat in front of me.

"ELI! You're going to get us all caught." I scolded.

"Oh calm down, Clare. I've been flashing all day and no one's noticed a thing."

"Flashing?"

"Yeah, instead of saying teleporting."

"So you'd rather people think you're going to pull out your penis?"

"Better than them knowing I'm teleporting."

"You're disgusting."

"I'm taking precautions." He defended.

"Then stop 'flashing' whenever you feel like it."

"Aw…why have this power if I can't have fun with it?"

"You don't see me throwing fire in the air in the middle of the school day, do you? Please, Eli, don't draw more attention to yourself than you already do."

"Are you saying I'm an attention whore?" He gasped, feigning hurt.

"No, but the fact that you wear all black and drive a hearse that you coincidentally named Morty tends to catch the eyes of your fellow Degrassi-it's."

"She's right, you know," Adam said as he came in and took the seat beside me, "If you keep it up, you'll be locked up in Area Fifty-One and when the FBI asks us, we'll pretend we don't know you."

"I'll remember who leave in my will."

"Keep it up and you'll need one." I remarked.

"Exnay on the teleportay; people are coming in." Adam warned and we all turned to face the front of the room.

"Hello class, I hope you all had a nice weekend, now let us begin our new poetry assignments," Miss Dawes introduced. The class groaned in response, "Now it doesn't have to rhyme, and doesn't have to have a rhythm, and it can be about anything. This is merely an exercise to strengthen your creativity and your writing skills but it will be graded. So, it has to be at least four stanzas. You may work alone, with your partners, or in a group of three. No further exceptions than that. You have today and tomorrow to work on it in class and it will be due on Wednesday. Begin."

Eli turned around, "Partner…"

"No." I responded, not even looking up from my paper.

"Partner…"

"No."

"Come on, I don't want to do this alone."

"And I don't want to do this with you." I retorted.

"Ouch, Edwards, that's harsh. I think that might leave a scar, right here." He feigned, pointing to his heart.

"You'll get over it."

"Come on, Plath…" He begged.

"…fine…" I muttered.

"Yes! So we'll do this at your house after school?"

"Why not work on It now?" I questioned.

"Because I don't feel like it." He answered.

"And you wonder why I wanted to do this by myself…"

"Clare, if it helps I'll come over, too. Because the only reason he wants to come over is because he wants to practice some more." Adam said.

"Well why didn't you just say something?"

"Because I like annoying you." He smirked. I scoffed and turned back to my paper.

xXx

It was the end of the day and I was waiting for Eli and Adam by my locker. In the past six hours, I've finished this whole gallon of water. Holy goodness…I discarded the empty water jug and shut my locker to a very unpleasant surprise.

"Clare, right?" Fitz asked.

"Right…did you need something because I kind of have to be somewhere?"

"Well I've noticed you around and was trying to figure out how you haven't noticed me." He said cockily.

I scoffed, "Oh, I've noticed you," I said, crossing my arms over my chest and stepping off of my locker. He leaned more into the locker beside him and raised an eyebrow, "You're the cruel bully who likes to torture my friends." I hissed and an amused look crossed his face.

"Whom are the friends I've tortured?" He questioned.

Clare, what are you doing? I heard Adam in my head. I turned to see Eli and Adam across the hallway, Eli looked as if he was going to rip Fitz's head off.

Adam, I've got this, tell him to cool it. I thought.

"Eli Goldsworthy and Adam Torres." I answered.

He threw his head back and laughed, "Those two? I feel bad for you."

"Excuse me?" That's it. Eli wants me to try and spread my 'warmth', that's what I'm going to do. Fitz exposed arm was still up against the locker. I subtly placed my hand on the locker, trying to transfer all of the heat I could muster into the metal.

"Those two deserv—OWWWW! Owowowowowowow! Fucker, what happened to the locker?" He asked in shock. He jumped back from the locker and he had large blisters going up his arm. I had to restrain myself from laughing, and saw Eli and Adam were doing the same.

"You might want to get that checked out. Now if you'll excuse me." I said, pushing passed him to the guffawing boys.

"Clare….that was….incredible!" Adam bellowed out.

"I may not be able to share my power, but I can at least transfer it." I giggled.

"Alright, c'mon, let's get out of here before that Neanderthal realizes something…as if!" Eli chuckled. The three of us continued laughing all the way to Morty.

"So Clare, what was he saying to you?" Eli asked as he pulled out of his parking space.

"He wasn't saying anything as much as he was hitting on me." The caused Eli to slam on the brakes.

"HE WHAT!"

"Goodness, Eli, calm down. I handled it." I reassured. Gee, why is Eli acting so weird? I heard Adam snicker beside me.

What, do you know something I don't? I thought.

Never mind, Clare Bear. Adam answered. I groaned in frustration and confusion.

We pulled up to my house and I unlocked the door. No one was home, as usual, so the boys were welcomed in. The first thing I did was go to the sink and grab a tall cup of water and chugged it down.

"So…English first?" I asked, as I sat on the couch parallel to Eli and Adam.

"Yeah…what are we suppose to do this bogus poem on though?" Adam asked.

"Why don't we do it…on our favorite things? Eli, you'd do music, because your hearse would creep too many people out, Adam, you could write about your comic books, and I could write about my writing." I said.

"Yeah, but that only leaves us with three stanzas; we need four." Eli pointed out.

"How about…the last stanza states how each of these things brings us all together?" Adam suggested. We all nodded our heads in agreement and got to writing each of our stanzas. When we were finished, Eli edited mine as I did he and Adam's, and then we all brainstormed for the last stanza.

"Alright, alright, enough homework for one day," Eli exclaimed, throwing the paper down on the coffee table, "So, Clare, how about a little one on one?"

Adam snickered, "I bet Clare's gonna toast your ass."

"Eli…basketball?" I asked.

"No, I'm not your ex boyfriend. I mean one on one, as in, you, throwing fireballs at me, and I, dodging them and aiming them into a three water buckets I'll set up."

"What happens if I hit you?" I asked.

"I would hope you wouldn't, but every time you hit me, I owe you a coffee at the Dot. Anytime you hit anything but me and air, you buy me a coffee. Deal?" He asked, offering out his hand.

"Deal." I smirked, returning the gesture.

xXx

"Okay, so tell me, correct me if I'm wrong; all I have to do is aim to hit you with my fireballs?" I asked.

"Yeah, pretty much." Eli chuckled as he set up the water buckets.

"This is gonna be fun…" I laughed darkly, as I created to fire balls, rotating in each of my palms, "Adam, you ready with the extra water bucket for when I hit his sorry ass?" I asked.

"Good to go!" He said.

"And no using your mind, only hands." Eli warned.

"I got it, I got it. Can I blast you yet?" I asked impatiently.

He chuckled, "Bring it, Edwards." And with that, I launched my first fireball at him. Just before it hit his torso, he stopped it in mid air and hurled it into the bucket behind me.

"Nice aim." He praised.

"My dad put me and my sister into Archery Lessons when we were six. Before we even picked up a bow and arrow, we played darts to perfect our aim." I informed.

"You're an archer…nice." He complimented.

"Thanks." And I flung my other fireball at him which he 'caught' in front of his hand and began to juggle it without letting it come in contact with his flesh. I took this as a perfect opportunity. I flung another one at him, hitting him in his pant leg.

"Dammit!" He yelped, trying to put the flame out. I giggle when he began to hop and try and blow it out, and bust out with loud guffaws when he was doused in water by Adam.

"HA!" I called.

"That's it, Edwards!" I readied two more and threw one at him, but instead of him dodging it, he moved out of its way and let it fall to the ground. "Ha! Coffee for me!"

"You did that on purpose!" I accused as Adam put out the flame.

"No, that was like way over my head!" He hyperbolized. When he wasn't paying attention, I made another one behind my back.

"Yeah, uh huh, sure it was, ya cheater." I said as I flung the unexpected fireball at him. He had not time to react, but because he was already wet, it sizzled and went out against his wet upper body.

"And you say I'm the cheater!"

"Yeah!" I laughed and flung another ball of fire at him.

We continued for another good fifteen minutes, until I needed a dire water break. Eli was breathing heavy from dodging so many fireballs, and I was absolutely parched.

"So…Adam," I gasped, taking a long swig from the water bottle he handed me, "Who…won?" I asked.

"Fish Pits: 3," He read off and Eli cheered. Adam gave him an amused glance, "Clare Bear: 7." He grinned, and Eli's smirk dropped.

"HA! Take that, Doctor Doom!" I gloated.

"Yeah, yeah, lucky shot…" He muttered, defeated.

"More like lucky seven shots." Adam quipped, poking Eli in his bicep. Eli growled in response, "Hey, at least people won't notice there are burn marks on your clothes; they're all black anyway."

"Oh, very funny, Machismo." Eli muttered.

"Aw, come on, don't be a sore loser, Eli," I cooed like he was a baby, and he narrowed his eyebrows at me, "Beside. The winner wants to cash in. The Dot?" I requested. Adam shrugged his shoulder and hooked his arm through mine. We turned to face Eli, "Well—" I began but he cut me off.

"'Ya coming'," he mocked, "Yeah, I'm coming, let's go." He said fishing his keys out of his pocket. I giggled and got between the boys in the hearse.

"Come on, Eli, don't be mad because I kicked your ass with my amazing powers."

"That's not what I'm mad about. I'm mad that I owe you seven coffees." He chuckled.

"Just be lucky; knowing you, you could have come up with something far worse."

"He was thinking about it." Adam piped.

"Bermuda Triangle…" Eli sung, shooting Adam a death glare.

"Alright! Alright!" Adam surrendered. We pulled up to the Dot and got a booth towards the back. Adam and I continued to brag and tease Eli on how I totally kicked his ass.

"So, are we celebrating?" A familiar voice rung out above us.

"Peter! Yes, we are celebrating; Eli owes me seven coffees because I whooped his ass in one on one."

"Baby Edwards is a B-Baller? Well do I get a hug from the winner?" He asked.

"I guess you could say that, and of course!" And with out thinking I joined his awaiting arms.

"Whoa, Lil' Sis, you're kind of warm there, aren't ya?" He asked, concerned, putting a hand on my forehead.

My eyes widened. Crap. I forgot how hot I was, "Uh…yeah, that's just from me running around. I'm fine, Peter." I assured shakily.

"Okay…well, what can I get you guys?" He asked, putting his waiter façade on. We gave him our orders and he left the table. I sighed in relief and let my back hit the booth.

"Geez, Clare, must you hug everyone you see?" Adam scolded.

"It was Peter, Adam, what was I supposed to do? Just ignore him?"

"You could have told him you were sick and you didn't want him to catch what you had." Eli piped up.

"Do you guys even remember who we're talking about here? Peter. As in, my sister's ex boyfriend. As in, my metaphorical big brother. If I told him I was sick, he would of drilled me to go home, or questioned why I'm here with you two. I came up with the logical answer."

"Yeah, but is that going to be the excuse you use every time you come to the Dot, and see Peter, and he asks for a hug?"

"No…God, Adam, what do you want me to do, not come to the Dot?" I asked growing angry.

"Clare, calm down, before you catch something on fire." Eli warned, whispering into my ear.

I looked at my palms and saw the beginning of small fireballs and I quickly put them out.

"Oh my God…" I muttered, placing my once flaming hands over my eyes, "Why is this happening?"

"Clare, it's alright," Eli tried to soothe.

"No, Eli, it's not alright! Your power doesn't work on impulse, Eli. The simple clap or snap of a finger doesn't cause your power to work. Your emotions don't trigger your ability. No, you and Adam are the lucky ones; you have to consciously think about what you're doing and don't have to worry about accidentally exposing yourself. You don't have to walk around with a gallon of water in your bag because your power takes so much out of you. You don't have to worry that you are going to incinerate your best friends. God damn, what is wrong with me? What is this doing to me?" I questioned, bewildered. I had no idea where that came from.

"Clare, please calm down. You will learn how to control it and it won't affect you the way you think it does now."

"Eli there is no 'think'. It just does. No one can touch me with out thinking I'm going to die. I can't cause any friction without starting a fire. Eli, as if I were weird enough to begin with, now I'm a fucking freak show!" I exclaimed. And again, using vulgar language was not something I often did.

"Clare, you're not weird. You're just good at everything you do. Is that such a bad thing? And just like everything else, you'll get use to this and be able to control it perfectly." Eli said soothingly.

"Are you sure?" I asked, looking at them, unconvinced. Adam grinned at me,

"Absolutely."

"Adam, I'm so sorry for snapping at you the way I did. I really didn't mean it. I don't know what came over me." I apologized.

Adam took my outstretched hand in his on the table, "It's totally cool, Clare. And no, I didn't mean you shouldn't come to the Dot, I just meant you should be more careful."

"I'll try." I said sincerely.

Just then, Peter came back with our drinks, "Here you go, guys. This one's on the house, just to give Eli a break over there." He said as he placed the tray down on the table.

"Thanks man." Eli said, smirking appreciatively.

"No problem. Catch ya later, Little Edwards." Peter said as he kissed my cheek bid us fair well to serve other customers.

"So you guys ready to get out of here?" I asked, smirking at the two of them as they finished their coffees.

"Let's blow this popsicle stand!" Eli exclaimed, corny as ever, causing me to giggle as the three of us exited the café. But walking out it dawned on me just how real this actually was.

Yes, Clare had a mini melt down, but her new abilities affect her greater than Eli or Adam's.

There will be times she's totally normal and there will be other times she's so OOC that you'd think she was a hormonal pregnant woman.

Just be prepared.

Haha, I love the One On One game between Eli and Clare, I just thought it was really cute.

And Fitz. Fitz, Fitz, Fitz, when will you learn?

*CAUTION* This is not as much an EClare fic as it is a Misfit Friendship. Yes, there will be EClare fluff like in Indescribable but not as much, or as intense.

And I'm an archer and the first thing I was ever taught was how to perfect my aim, and that is how it was done.

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