Eli's POV

I raised an eyebrow at Jillian, "Anger management seminar?"

"Yup." Jillian confirmed, "I throw one desk at Bianca and Mr. S throws me in the crazy class!"

My eyes widened in shock, "You threw a desk!"

"I-I was mad!" Jillian defended.

"Oh, you're mad alright!"

"Bianca said some really rude things about stuff that she knows nothing about, and I hate it when people do that!" Jillian complained, "I hate people who have so many opinions about things that they don't know anything about. I don't have anger issues!"

"Well…." I said, twiddling my thumbs, "you do get angry….often."

"I do NOT!" she hissed.

"Shhh! No talking in detention!" the teacher scolded us.

"I….." Jillian whispered, looking at the teacher to make sure she couldn't hear us, "I do not belong with those crazy people!"

"Relax, Jill," I reassured her, "they just want to help you, ok? Look, everyone in that seminar is just like you. Riley had to be in that seminar, and he's not a goon."

"Well…I guess." Jillian agreed.

"They're just normal people who need help controlling their anger." I continued, "It's not like they're throwing you into some booby hatch."

Jillian nodded, "Ok." Then she started giggling, "Booby hatch…." She began laughing even harder, "BOOBY hatch! That's hilarious!"

"Ahem!" Both of us looked at the teacher, "Do I need to give you double detention?"

"Sorry." Jillian groaned.

I grabbed the keys to Morty and my cellphone off of my bed. "Mom, I'm leaving now!" I shouted as I walked downstairs.

"Ok, baby!" Cece said from the kitchen.

Jillian smirked at me as I entered the TV room, "Well! Look at you, all ready to meet Clare's parents."

"I'm really nervous." I admitted, sitting next to her on the couch.

"Hey, don't sweat it." Jillian told me, "Her parents are gonna love you!'

"How do you know?"

She rolled her eyes, "Trust me, everyone loves you."

"Thank you." I smirked at her. I stood up from the couch to leave.

"Ah-ah-ah!" She stopped me, pointing to the seat next to her, "Sit." I obeyed. She ruffled and messed up my hair like she did for my last date. "Now you're ready to meet Clare's parents, you sexy beast." she joked.

"Thank you, Tyra Banks." I said, rolling my eyes. I saw Jillian pulling a tiny bottle out of her pocket. "DON'T even think…about it!"

She laughed, putting it back in, "Fine."

I walked out to Morty, making sure everything was perfect….besides my hair, which my personal stylist already took care of. I really did not want to screw this up. I knew how conservative Clare's parents were and I could sometimes come off as…well, a bad-ass. I needed them to see that Clare had a good, caring boyfriend.

Clare's POV

I placed my hands on my ears and shook my head, trying to block out my parents fighting in the kitchen…again!

"That's not how you cut a kiwi, Randall!"

"Don't tell me what to do!"

"A monkey could prepare dinner better than you!"

"Then why don't we call a monkey to do it!"

"We already have you!"

"That's it!"

*crash!*

My mom gasped, "Did you just try and throw a melon at me?"

"Phu!" My dad spat, immaturely.

"You pick that up right now!"

"Shove it, you control freak!"

"Pick it up!"

"Pick this up!" On that, my dad purposely farted really loudly. "Yeah! That's right, you bitch! Chew on that!"

"Oh! Real mature!" My mom scolded, "You're disgusting! You're setting quite an example for your daughter."

"Wait a minute….." My dad squeaked out a little more of his fart.

"Oh Randall! You're just like your idiot father! Are you gonna behave like this when that boy that Clare likes comes over?"

"Are you gonna look like that, when this boy comes over, Helen?"

"Excuse me?"

"It's funny…I thought that you would get all dolled up for Clare's little boyfriend, so you could come on to him more easily!"

"WHAT!"

"You heard me! I know about your guilty, cougar pleasures! Well I hate to break it to you hun, but you aren't exactly MILF material!"

"You know what, Randall? You're a CHILD!"

"And that's probably why you married me, right? Well, I'll be damned if I'm gonna stand here and be yelled at by a pervert!" With that my dad charged upstairs, cursing the entire way up."

"You know what?" my mom shouted after him, "I don't know why I married you! It was the stupidest decision I've ever made!" We heard a door slam upstairs.

"Um mom…..do you need help with dinner?" I offered.

"No thanks, sweetie." She said, rubbing her temples, "It's almost done anyway."

Things between my parents were getting worse and worse. I needed them to stop fighting. Inviting Eli over for dinner tonight was all part of my plan. Making my parents freak out last night with the piercing and coming home after midnight was only the beginning. The minute they find out that I'm dating some bad-ass, emo demon, they will faint. Soon, they will see how all of their fighting is screwing up their daughter. Then, they'll have to stop once and for all! Just then, I heard the doorbell ring. "I'll get it!" I ran to the door and opened it. "Eli!" I smiled pulling him into a hug.

"Hey Clare." He gave me a quick peck on the lips.

"Oh, hello there." My mom said, reaching out to shake Eli's hand, "I'm Clare's mom."

"Hello." My dad said, running downstairs to greet him as well.

"Nice to meet you both." Eli said, "I'm Eli."

"Eli Goldsworthy." I added, "You know…..Jillian Goldsworthy's brother."

My mom raised an eyebrow at him, "Jillian….Goldsworthy? She's your sister?"

"Twin sister." I stated, not giving Eli a chance to speak.

"Yeah, we've heard….so many things about Jillian." My dad said, "Many…..many things."

"Oh yeah…" my mom added, "I heard she was very…." my mom struggled to think of something nice to say, "…pretty."

"Yup, she's adorable." Eli chuckled nervously.

"Just like you." I smiled, kissing him on the cheek. Eli gave me a suspicious look as we sat down to eat.

"Oh, and that's not the only interesting thing about his sister!" I continued, sitting down next to Eli.

My dad looked at Eli, interested, "Oh?"

"She is so strong!" I said, "Even though she's so dainty looking, you better watch out!"

"Oh yeah," Eli smiled, "she's a pretty tough girl. She can even beat my dad when they're arm wrestling…..and my dad is a pretty big guy!" My parents laughed as Eli took a drink of coke.

"She even threw a desk." I blurted out. I watched out of the corner of my eye as Eli spit the coke out onto the table. It dripped all over his shirt.

My parents grew quiet, and then my dad looked questioningly at me, "You don't say…"

"Clare," Eli whispered, "you know, on the second thought, maybe we should talk about Jillian another-"

"Oh yeah! She got so mad at this girl today, Bianca, and I don't know what the fight was about, but whatever it was…..let's just say Jillian ended it fair and square!"

"Uh huh….." My mom said, quickly glancing from me to Eli. She then looked down at the stain on Eli's shirt, "Oh, Dear, we can get you some wet wipes for that."

My dad rolled his eyes as mom got up to get them, "Um…..so, Eli, how do you and Clare know each other?"

"We're in English class together." Eli smiled at me, "She's one of the smartest, even though she's younger."

"And I have a wonderful editor…" I complimented back, "…when we're not skipping class." Eli's face dropped and his eyes widened in shock.

"So…." my mom asked, coming back with the wet wipes, "what do your parents do, Eli?"

Eli opened his mouth to answer, but I beat him to it, "His dad is a shock jock, Bullfrog, on the solid rock 98. That station you hate." Eli cleared his throat uncomfortably.

"Bet your home life must be colorful." My dad said.

"Less colorful, more black." I cut in again, "Eli even drives that hearse outside."

"Why don't we get started?" My mom said, quickly changing the topic, "Eli, as our guest, would you like to thank the lord for this beautiful meal for us?" My parents placed their hands together.

Eli looked around, uncomfortably, "Oh. Well I um…."

"Did I forget to mention," I interrupted, "Eli's an atheist."

"Clare." Eli whispered, harshly.

"Never mind, Eli." My dad sighed, "Hel?"

Helen put her head down in prayer, "Lord, thank you for bringing us all together this evening to share in this beautiful feast. Amen."

"Amen." My dad agreed. Eli glared at me as we all dug in to eat. We all ate quietly for about fifteen minutes. Finally, my dad broke the silence again, "So, Eli, you seem like a pretty easygoing person."

"I guess." Eli shrugged, cutting his food. My dad chuckled. Just then, Eli's knife slipped by accident, cutting his thumb. "Ouch." The cut on his thumb began to bleed

"Ooh!" My mom stood up from the table to check it out, "Are you ok, Dear?"

"I'm fine. I just cut myself." Eli nodded.

"You should put a band aid on that." My mom suggested, "They're upstairs in Clare's bathroom."

"Ok, thank you." Eli got up and went upstairs.

"Use the ouch-less!" she shouted up to him, "They're in the green container!"

My dad shook his head in disgust, "Oh my god."

Mom furrowed her eyebrows, "What?"

"You wanna have sex with him!" My dad sneered.

"EXCUSE ME!" My mom's mouth hung open in shock.

"'Use the ouch-less'." Dad mocked, "'We have wet wipes'."

"Ugh! You are so immature!" Mom scoffed, "Why would I would wanna go and screw around with a 17-year-old boy?"

"I don't know!" Dad yelled back, "Why would you?"

"I DON'T! You are one twisted man, Randall, you know that?"

"I'm not the one doing dreamy high school boys!"

"STOP!" I scolded them, "Eli is upstairs and can hear us!" Both of my parents stopped.

"Well now Eli's been warned." Dad muttered under his breath. Mom glared at him.

"Ok I'm back." Eli announced, coming back downstairs. I wondered if he had heard my parents fighting downstairs, but from the unfazed look on his face I couldn't tell.

"Well, thanks for having me, Mr. and Mrs. Edwards." Eli said, stepping into his hearse.

"Our pleasure." My mom smiled.

"So," Dad said, taking a good look at Morty, "a hearse, huh?" Eli nodded. "That's very….interesting. I heard those were hard to drive."

"Um, not really." Eli shook his head, "You just have to get the hang of it."

"Well, that wouldn't be the case for Jillian…..you know, Eli's sister." I smirked.

"Yes," Eli whispered, "we've already established that she's my sister."

"Well," I continued, "let's just say that Jillian isn't the greatest driver in the world. I can't even imagine what would happen if Eli let her behind the wheel of that thing. I mean seriously, she's a worse driver than an Asian woman on the freeway." All three of their mouths hung open.

"Oh boy," Eli said shaking his head, "get ready for the reviews."

Dear Cheercaptaincutie BITCH,

Who the hell do you think you are? Despite you being racist and all, I'll have you know that ALL women have mastered the art of doing their make-up, while talking on the phone, WHILE driving! And the law is stupid for not letting us drive 20 mph over the speed limit! If everyone was driving that fast, then no one would get into an accident! So eat my shit, you racist, sexist bitch!

Eli POV

"Unbelievable." I grumbled, driving home after dinner. I got to my house and pulled into the driveway. I wondered if Jillian was still awake, as I walked inside. I saw Jillian on the couch, watching South Park. Her head turned to me as I slammed the door shut.

"Eli!" she said, excitedly, "How did it go?"

"Awful." I sighed, "Her parents most likely hate my guts."

"Aw," Jillian patted the seat next to her, "what happened?"

"It was Clare!" I shook my head, "She was obnoxious and rude….and RACIST! She made me look like an asshole!"

Jillian raised an eyebrow, "Really?"

"Yeah! She told her parents about how were atheists!"

Jillian's eyes widened, "No…way! She told her Jesus-dick-sucking parents that we were atheists?" I nodded. "Oh…that's low! That's just shitty!"

"I know! It was like she was trying to make me look bad on purpose!"

Jillian shook her head, disgustedly, "What's the hell is her problem?"

"I don't know." I shrugged, "And on top of all of that, the minute I left the room, her parents started fighting like animals!" I then muttered under my breath, "And now I think I know why Mrs. Edwards was being so nice to me."

"What else did she said to make you look bad?" Jillian asked, curiously.

"Oh…nothing. Just…stuff. Embarrassing stuff." I couldn't exactly tell Jillian that half of the bad things Clare said were about her.

Jillian patted my back, "It's ok, Eli. I'm sure Clare's parents don't hate you. Most likely, Clare looked bad because she was acting like a baby."

"But I don't get it? Why would Clare be trying to make me look bad on purpose? I care a lot about her and I just wanted her parents to like me and support the fact that were dating." I huffed, "I'm never gonna be able to show my face in her house again."

"I can't imagine why Clare would want her parents to not like you. But you're a good person, and no matter what Clare's parents think, you're always gonna be a good person."

"Thank you, Jill." I smirked, throwing my arm around her shoulders, "I just wish I knew what was up with Clare."

Jillian shrugged, "Maybe she's retarded."

I started laughing really hard. Jillian always had a way of making me feel better.

Jillian's POV

It was 3 am and I was still up, watching South Park. Everyone else was asleep, including Eli. Just as I began to doze off in front of the TV, I heard a light knocking on the door. I didn't move or get up, at first. Then I heard it again. Now, I wasn't too smart, but I knew that the only people that came to your house in the middle of the night were creepy pedo bears. I slowly stood up and walked over to the closet. The person knocked on the door again. I opened the closet door and pulled out a baseball bat. I held it over my head as I slowly approached the door. The knocking got louder. In one swift motion, I swung open the door and waved the bat over my head, "Get out of my house!" I warned.

"Ahhhh!" yelled the person at the door. It took me a moment to realize that it was Clare.

I slowly lowered the bat, "Clare?"

"Uh huh….." Clare answered shakily.

I dropped the bat at my feet, "What are you doing here? It's the middle of the night."

"Well….." Clare regained her composure and then answered, "I need to borrow some clothes."

Eli's POV

I stood in the school hallway the next day and looked down at my hideous uniform that I was wearing. A red 'Degrassi official' polo shirt with khaki pants. Since I was a junior, I had to wear a red shirt. Freshman had to wear yellow, sophomores had to wear purple, and seniors had to wear blue. Really, it wasn't the polo shirt that bothered me, since red was my favorite color next to black. What bothered me were these ugly khaki pants and the fact that I had to tuck my shirt in. Luckily, I was able to hide my uniform under a dark blue Degrassi sweat jacket, the only other thing we were allowed to wear. Jillian and I both agreed this morning that starting today, we would swallow our pride and finally follow the dress code, because I didn't think either one of us could afford another detention.

"You were so cute last night." said a voice behind me. Clare.

I didn't bother to turn around, "Really? I felt more like a Pariah."

"Oh, my parents just have to deal with the fact that I have a big, scary boyfriend!" she said in a sultry voice.

I scoffed and turned around to face her, "How could I even show my face in your house aga-…." I almost had a heart attack when I saw the girl who was standing next to me…..because it definitely was not Clare. She had straightened hair and dyed-black bangs. She had on an unbelievable amount of make-up and she wore a white tank top under a corset, with a way too short plaid skirt and ripped fishnet stockings. "Who are you?" I asked, disgustedly.

"What? I thought you'd like it." Clare put her arms around my neck and pulled me towards her to kiss me.

"Clare!" I pushed her away, "We'll get a detention." I then took a closer look at her outfit, "Is that Jillian's skirt?"

"They're all Jillian's clothes." Clare smiled. I recognized the skirt from when Jillian dressed up for Halloween as a sexy school girl. That was another one of those Halloweens where I had to beat up some punk that got a little too interested in her. I turned around and walked away.

"Come on!" Clare said, practically jumping me from behind, "Live dangerously!"

"I don't understand why you're doing all this!" I threw her arms off of me and began to walk away again.

Clare grabbed my arm and pulled me back, "Because I'm scared, Eli!"

I turned to look at her, "Of what? Sanity?"

"I'm scared," she explained, "that my parents are gonna sit me down, look me in the eye, and say, 'We're getting a divorce and there's nothing you can do about it'!"

"And how exactly does using me as a pawn in your parental showdown stop their divorce?"

"When they're both mad at me they have something in common!"

I shook my head, "Clare, they've already decided."

"Then maybe they'll see how it's screwing up their daughter!"

"Well, I'm not playing that game!" I told her, "You tried to hurt them, but I'm the one that got burned." Then I walked away, leaving her at the lockers. Clare had a lot of nerve, trying to use me like that. I went to go find Jillian because we both had English class. I was hoping that she got to school on time, because I left the house before her and never got to see her leave.

"Eli!" Jillian ran up behind me, "I was looking all over for you."

"Oh hey, Jillian." I said, turning around, "Come on. I'll walk you to-" I looked at Jillian's uniform. She had to be kidding me. I was starting to wonder if it was dress like a slut day. Of course with Jillian, I wasn't surprised. She was wearing the red Degrassi polo, like she was supposed to, except it was all the way open, full cleavage visible, and she had probably gotten it in the tightest size possible. Her khaki skirt came down no further than just below her bottom and it sort of flared out in a cheerleader-like style. "Jillian! What the hell are you wearing?"

Jillian quirked an eyebrow at me, "Um…..my uniform?"

"Jillian! That's NOT what you we're supposed to wear!"

"What are you talking about?" She pointed to her uniform, "See? Red Degrassi polo and a khaki skirt."

"Holy. Crap." I said, performing a face palm, "No, Jillian! You're skirt had to be down to your knees!"

"Ok, Ms. Dawes." Jillian mocked.

I sighed, "I just don't want you to get in trouble." I looked down again at her top, "And button up your shirt!"

"I can't."

"Please Jillian…"

"No, I mean I really can't!" She said, gesturing towards her boobs, "It's too tight for my chest." I reached over and tried to see if I could button it, but I couldn't even pull it closed. "Ow-ow-ow! Stop, Eli! You're hurting me!." I let go and exhaled.

Suddenly, Owen came over with his friends and whistled as he passed us, "Wow, Jillian, you even look sexy wearing the school uniform!" I gritted my teeth and glared at them, as they walked away.

"Here," I slid off my jacket, "put this on." Jillian grumbled, taking my jacket and throwing it on. It came halfway down her thigh and the sleeves were a little long.

"It's way too big." She complained, "I look ridiculous."

"No you don't." I chuckled, "It matches your eyes." Jillian smiled when I said that. I noticed that she was wearing her 'J' choker. "Are you sure you are allowed to wear jewelry?" I asked.

"Look who's talking, Mr. pimp-rings." She teased, pointing to my hand.

I smirked, "We better get to English before we're late." As we walked down the hallway, a group of yellow-shirted, niner girls stared at Jillian.

"Oh no, it's the Hulk." one of them muttered. They started giggling.

"Just ignore them, Jill." I whispered, putting my arm around her.

"Jillian ANGRY!" another girl mocked, "Jillian SMASH! RAWR!" The girls burst out into laughter.

Jillian broke away from me, "Shut the hell up! You bitches have no clue what you're talking about!"

"Uh oh!" The girl mocked, "She's getting angry! We better watch out or furniture's gonna start flying!"

"THAT'S NOT THE ONLY THING THAT'S GONNA BE FLYING, HOE!" Jillian shouted, while charging the girl. She grabbed her by her collar and slammed her up against the lockers. "WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO, HUH? WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO?"

"Jillian!" I ran over and pulled her off of the girl.

"I'm not done with this bitch!" Jillian yelled, kicking at her.

"Yes you are!" I put my arms around her and held her back. She continued to kick and squirm as the group of girls ran away, scared. "Jillian…Jillian please, you need to calm down."

"Eli, let go of me!"

I turned Jillian around and held her shoulders, "Jillian, take a deep breath." She obeyed. I pulled her into a hug, "It's gonna be ok, Jill, I promise."

Heyy! I hope you liked this chapter! More to come! (sorry if anyone was offended by the horrible, racist Clare. :P) PLEASE REVIEW! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE! OMG PLEASE!