(Clare's POV)

My energy level felt like it was going to burst because instead of using it on riding my bike, I got a ride from Ali's brother. She let me sleep over last night because we had this bi project assignment to do. But I mean, who honestly about who made the first computer disc? Apparently, Ms. Oh does. Since she didn't have any black jeans, she lent me her black skirt. She begged me to wear because it "brings" out my legs. So I did.

I saw Eli getting out of his Volvo, perfect timing to let him hear me out. I asked Ali what I should do about my Bianca dilemma, she told me not to let her walk all over me. I agree with her 120%.

"Hey, Eli! I considered your ignore the bully theory and it's just so… unsatisfying," I explained to him through the fence that blocked us. I continued, "Not like say, uh I don't know, a smack in the face." I wanted to more than just smack in her cakeface but that would be a start.

"I thought violence wasn't your thing," he smiled as our bodies moved past the fence and now side by side. "Or are the rumors true?" he raised an eyebrow. I'd like to hear this one.

"What are these presumed rumors?

"People say you're obsessed with death. Which might explain the skeleton printed bag you carry around," she sarcastically calculated. It's Jack Skeleton and Zero from "Nightmare Before Christmas." Get your facts straight, Goldsworthy.

"People can say whatever the hell they want. My thing is bitches or sluts not getting away with bitches or sluts," I indicated.

"I just find it pointless in getting worked up in a cycle of getting even," Eli argued. I saw where this guy was coming from but I disagreed.

"Turn the other cheek, right?"

"Worked for Jesus." Oh brother.

"That's really a matter of opinion," I didn't seem to burst Eli's bubble which surprised me. Most people would flip out and try to convert if they knew I didn't buy into any of that Jesus is our Savior crap.

"Do what you want, but you don't have to attempt to turn me on, ok?" Did that phrase just come out of his mouth? I didn't know "turn", "me", and "on" in the same sentence were even in his vocabulary.

I couldn't help but touch his hand which made him turn to my direction. I contested, "Hey, who said I'm trying to turn you on?" I actually did want to do that but these weren't one of those times. I did hope Eli would get the hots if I ever won a cat fight but I seriously doubt it. I saw the smirk on his face and I can't resist it. "Fine, I'll call off the cats and move things along," I negotiated. Hope that turns him on.

(Eli's POV)

"I knew you weren't just pretty," I replied with a chuckle.

"Edddwarrrds," Bianca's voice taunted. I turned around to find where that sound came from and she was watching us the whole time. She gave me a wink and stuck out her chest. I only looked for two seconds but quickly adverted my eyes to Clare's. Boy, did she look ticked off.

"Two syllables before you try to show off your chest. Good for you," she muttered.

"You just can't keep your mouth shut, can you?" Bianca came a couple inches closer to us.

"You gave my wheel STD's. Just apologize and we can go back to not acknowledging each other," she requested. I wish Clare would've said that nice so Bianca could accept.

"Sure, I can do that. I'm sorry. About Eli's nards," I'm glad Bianca accepted. Now I don't have to worry about Clare's safety. Wait, what are nards…

When she grabbed my ass and kicked me in my little jewels, I got my answer.

OW!

"Oh and sorry about his ass. I couldn't help myself but I did apologize," she smiled, shrugged, and exited. Clare knelt down to try to help me.

"What can I do to help?" she asked with that puppy dog look. I'll be lucky if I can still be able to have children after this.

"Don't touch… anything," I groaned. I kept holding onto my crotch for the dear life of me.

"So you don't think I shouldn't smack her silly?" she screamed. I grabbed her knee to pull myself up. I needed to rest my head on something smooth and soft.

"I only think it will make matters worse," I struggled to finish.

(Clare's POV)

I was absolutely pissed off as I walked into the Dot. First of all, after she practically tried to show off her boobs, I tried to be civilized! And she's got the nerve to grab Eli's ass and kick him in his sensitive spot? Speak of the devil, she was drinking her coffee with her friends. She gave me her smile of satisfaction. I hope that coffee is poisoned so she can die a long and slow painful death.

There was Adam, listening to his iPod. Perfect timing to get him to help me out. I pulled his earphones out and greeted with, "Got a second?" Wasn't exactly friendly but I wasn't in my friendly mood right now. He turned around with interest.

"I want to make Bianca feel pain," I started.

"What happened?" Adam questioned.

"Tried to talk to him when it got nasty, as in Eli's little Goldsworthy's," I tried to be as discreet as possible but I don't think he got it.

"Eli has kids?" Adam gasped. For crying out loud! "Help me out here," he calmly begged.

"She grabbed his ass and kneed him. Low-blow," I hinted. Then Adam's lightbulb came up and he awkwardly cried, "Oh man, I hate when that happens. Hurts so bad." I dismissed the thought of how Adam phrased that sentence. I guess he's probably never heard of those terms before.

"Follow my lead." We both walked up to Bianca's table. Throughout the day, I decided why get mad at all this? When I could get even.

"Hey Bianca,"

"How is your hottie doing?" she winked. Like I'd tell you anything. "What do you want?"

"A peace treaty between you and my friends," I got right to the point.

"And why would I agree to that?" she asked. I gave her my I.D. I didn't even have my license yet and I already had a fake one.

"You're twenty-two?" Yeah, I'm totally a twenty-year old sophomore. Then again, I wouldn't be surprised if Bianca doesn't graduate until she's thirty.

"Nope," I blankly answered.

"Could you get beer with this?" she asked. Of course she'd ask that.

"Even better. I could get you one, as long as you leave me and my friends alone." That includes you stop hitting on my preppy boy!

"Deal," she and I smacked hands. Little did she know what I had up my sleeve. Adam and I both went back to the coffee bar.

"I thought settling this would be more… awesome," Adam sighed.

"Trust me, it will be," I reassured. Little did Bianca know that her fake ID would be a wanted prostitute's.