Heyy guys! So this is where the story really starts! Yeah, sorry about just leaving you guys with nothing but the prologue, but here is the story! And don't forget...REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! Please, for the love of god! I need to know that people are reading my story! xD

Eli's POV

I was so sure that I was dreaming, but not sure enough to not be scared out of my freaking mind. With my eyes on the glint of the knife in Fitz's hand, I watched in horror as he slowly approached Jillian.

"Fitz, stop!" I tried to yell, "Don't hurt her!" But no matter how loudly I yelled, all that came out was big puffs of air and maybe an occasional whine. I was completely helpless, as was Jillian. I tried to run over to her to help her, but my legs moved like molasses. Fitz smiled sinisterly and his lime green eyes glimmered in the dim-lit hallway.

"Someone's gotta shut her up." He said ruthlessly as he plunged the knife into her.

"NO!" I cried out. Before anything else could happen, everything slowly began to fade out…..

I awoke to the sound of an alarm clock. It only took me a few seconds to fully awake and realize that once again, this was not the sound of my alarm clock, and that I was actually in the hallway right outside of Jillian's bedroom door. I lay on the hallway floor as I listened to Jillian stir around in her bed for about 5 minutes. Then, with a loud groan, she reached out and switched off her alarm clock. I quickly got up and picked up my blanket from the floor. Jillian walked out and quirked her eyebrows at me, "Eli, what are you doing outside my room? And why do you have a big blanket with you?"

"Well….." I started, trying to think up a good enough lie, "I just needed to air out this blanket." Then I began to shake it out in front of me so I could further convince her.

"You are so weird." Jillian said, rolling her eyes.

What Jillian didn't know is that I've been sleeping in the hallway outside her bedroom door practically every night now. Ever since Vegas Night, I've been waking up in the middle of the night from horrible dreams about Fitz trying to hurt Jillian, except this time I'm not able to defend her. I'd wake up in my bedroom from one of these dreams, and then I would get out of bed and walk down the hall to Jillian's room. I would first peek in her room to see if she was ok, which she always was. Then, I would take a blanket and lie down on the floor outside of her bedroom door. I wanted to make sure that she was safe and this way I felt like I could protect her.

"ELI! JILLIAN!" Cece shouted from downstairs, "Get ready! It's the first day back to Degrassi for you guys!" Winter break ended about a week ago, but Jillian and I had been suspended…for obvious reasons.

"Ok, mom!" Jillian and I both yelled back to her. We rushed around, fighting each other for the bathroom. I quickly showered then threw on a collared gray shirt with grey jeans and a black jacket and tie. Then I ran downstairs with my bag and waited for Jillian.

"Come on, Jill! We're gonna be late!" Jillian was upstairs, taking forever with her makeup, like always.

"Wait! Just five more minutes!"

"We don't have five more minutes!" I said, looking at my watch, "We need to go now!"

"Ugh…fine!" Jillian groaned. She came down the stairs with her pink tote bag on her shoulder. She wore her usual ripped denim shorts with a black crop-top that said, I taught your boyfriend that thing you like. And, of course, she was wearing more make-up and glitter than Lady Gaga.

I rolled my eyes at her, "You really have no filter, do you?"

"Hey, it's not like our school has a dress code or anything."

"Well…as a matter of fact, I did hear something about a new dress code. I just don't know what we're supposed to wear now."

Jillian shrugged, "Well I never got the memo."

I looked down at my watch again, "Oh shit! We're late!" I grabbed Jillian by her arm, "Bye Cece!"

"Uh…bye guys…" Cece mumbled as I practically dragged Jillian out the door. I hopped into the driver's seat of Morty, while she slumped into the other side.

"I guess we're taking the vehicle of doom today." She snorted.

"Well, get used to it. I'm doing most of the driving from now on." Jillian gave me one of those looks that told me that she was going to be difficult about this. "Please…I'm just trying to keep an eye on you."

"Ok….." she sighed, "On one condition…" She took a tiny, heart-shaped bottle out of her pink tote bag and began to spray the contents into the air.

"Jill...what is that?"

"Victoria's Secret." She said showing me the bottle, "Desperation."

I coughed, fanning the fumes away from my face, "Get that skunk spray out of here!"

"Dude, it freaking reeks in here!"

"Yeah, now it does!"

"Well," Jillian crossed her arms, "this sure worked a lot better than those useless air fresheners." She pointed to the smiley-face air fresheners hanging off my rear-view mirror. "Also, what emo guy has smiley-face air fresheners?"

"An emo guy with a sense of humor." I retorted with a smirk.

"Well, sense of humor or not, Morty still smells like rotting underwear."

I chuckled, "Well, as soon as you're done hating on the hearse, I would like to get to school."

"Since when do you care about getting to school on time?" she asked, quirking her eyebrows at me.

"Since I need Clare to give me a second chance." I backed Morty out into the street and took off.

"It's ok," Jillian reassured me, "she'll forgive and forget."

"Yeah, I'm not so sure about the forget part, though."

"Yeah…..everyone's gonna be talking. They're gonna talk about you, Fitz, Clare…." she sighed, "….me."

I reached over and put a hand on her shoulder, "Hey…..it's gonna be alright. Look, people at school are gonna be talking a lot of shit. But we'll both get through this, together."

She rolled her eyes, "I thought you would be just about ready to disown me by now."

I smirked, "I promise, I'm not giving up on you." Jillian looked up at me and smiled. "Whatever it takes, Jill, I know we're gonna make it through."