Ch. 6

(Eli's POV)

I'm one to be a little paranoid sometimes but seriously, there is something Clare has up her sleeve. Apparently, she and Bianca have made a truce. But I know Clare enough to know she's going to exploit more revenge. Adam told me to just stay out if it and let her take care of it. How can I be calm and collected when she could get hurt if her revenge plan fails?

There was Clare. She was walking up with this devious smile on her face. We simultaneously collided.

"Where were you this afternoon? We needed to present our partner assignment to the class and I had to pretty much wing it all by myself." I could've gotten an A if she was there.

"Conflict resolution," she grinned even more as we were walking.

"So it's really resolved?" I asked. Her smile sort of faded but it was still there. I'll take that as a no.

"So much for non violence," I groaned.

"Eli, seriously. Nobody got hurt," she reassured. I turned around and tipped her chin so I could get a better of what was on her lip. Not knowing the lip injury was seriously bugging me ever since I saw it. It was busted and had a blood. Sure, nobody got hurt. I wanted to kiss them but that would've definitely not have been the right time. I also had this urge to want to hurt whoever did this to Clare. But I got the idea it was Bianca.

I let go of her chin and asked, "What happened?"

"Cops had to break up a catfight. And somebody put the name of a convicted prostitute on somebody's fake ID, oopsies!" she giggled. "She'll be spending a few hours at the cop shop." And she's proud of this because…?

"You got her arrested?" I know Bianca is a lot of nasty attributes but Clare took it way too far. This was a new side to Clare I've seen before. And quite frankly, I didn't like it. I turned around and walked away.

"She'll soon be out when they clear up the mistaken identity. Let's just say I'd rather be feared by Bianca then liked." Clare and I definitely wanted different things in life. I still can't believe she took it this far.

"So, that's it?" I said as I kept my fast pace.

"Yeah, what else did you expect?"

"I don't know. I was on my way to Simpson's for concern over your mental stability," I meant that sarcastically but that actually wouldn't have been a bad idea.

"Eli," I finally stopped and turned around. I still couldn't resist her presence. "Cut me some slack. Worst case scenario is that Bianca gets busted for fake ID possession. Might have to go to court," she soothed. Maybe that wasn't that bad but still, this that doesn't get her off the hook.

And what if she tells the cops where she got it?" Answer me that, Edwards!

(Clare's POV)

"Her words against mine," I shrugged.

"She's gonna be pretty angry," he said in relief.

"Speak of the devil," I referred to Bianca strutting down the room. She had that neutral touch to her face but I knew she was glaring at me from the inside. Eli did the strangest thing as she got closer, stepped aside and grabbed my hand. My hand. His hand felt all warm and soft.

"You got me good, Clare Bear," Bianca unemotionally commented. I have never been called Clare Bear in my life until now and I absolutely hate it.

"You do know that ID was used for novelty purposes only," I half-seriously warned. I do hope that she knows what novelty means.

"I'll have to tell that to the judge," she replied. I guess so.

"I hoped you've learned the moral of the story." That you don't bully me or my friends.

"Sorry, I don't do morals," she bumped her shoulder against mine so she could be cool yet intimidating. I'm sure you don't do morals, Bianca. We, Eli and I, both turned around to look at Bianca walking. I was only observing her body language. Beats me what Eli was doing.

"So what? You two now in a feline war," Eli asked. I saw Bianca's body language and it was less confident. Perfect.

"I'm in that empty head of hers. Exactly where I want to be."