Hi guys! Here it is! First off, I would like to say that I am SOOOO SUPER SORRY! D: I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! I'VE BEEN SO BUSY AND…..OH GOD, I'M SORRY! PLEASE DON'T HATE ME!

Well, anyways, enjoy! :D

Clare's POV

I excitedly drummed my fingers on the steering wheel of Morty, and Eli sat next to me in the passenger's seat. He was preoccupied at his Gothic Tales magazine. "Gothic Tales submission deadline is Friday." He told me, "That gives me less than a week to turn my brain dump into a story."

"Clear your schedule." I advised, "Eliminate distractions."

"Like giving driving lessons." He smirked.

"Ok…." I reasoned, "One distraction."

Eli picked his magazine off his lap and a piece of paper fell out. He picked it up and sighed, "Well…..here's another distraction."

I looked at the paper. It was a picture of Jillian. On top, it said in big letters: MISSING – JILLIAN HANNAH GOLDSWORTHY It had her description below: Golden brown hair, indigo eyes, very fair skin, 5'5, etc. Placed right in the middle was her Degrassi school picture. Like always, Jillian looked like a model. "You know, Eli….." I told him, "You should try to focus as little on that as possible. I know it's a big problem, but I'm just afraid that if you get too upset…your hoarding problem….."

"I can't just pretend it's not happening….." He sighed, "And I can't make it go away either."

"I know," I said, "I'm sorry. They'll find her, I know it. But when you find yourself getting upset just…..try to focus on something else, like your story."

He gave me a suspicious look, "And teaching you how to drive, I suppose."

"My editing skills in exchange for your driving lessons?" I offered.

He looked at me, and then his lips curled up into a smile, "What would I do without my muse?"

"Oh you would be sad and lonely," I joked, "and you would have no one to drive you to school."

"Hmmph." He leaned in and gave me a quick peck on the lips, "Now, don't get too cocky. Morty's an anti-curse. Remember what we talked about. Timing. Agility. Coordination."

"All skills I happen to have." I said with a smirk.

"You don't know Morty….." Eli said, "He's sensitive." I chuckled as I turned the key in the ignition. "Easy on the gas." Eli instructed me, "The slower we go, the less of a chance we have of getting into an accident." I raised an eyebrow at him. "I just don't want you to get hurt." I had a feeling he was more worried about Morty than me.

"I promise I'll be careful, Gramps." I teased him.

He smirked, "Ok, foot on the break, put it in drive." I did as he said. The engine revved. I smiled, still not believing that I was actually going to drive for the first time. "Check your blind spots…then gently hit the gas." My smile got even bigger, as I readied myself, and then gently pressed the gas pedal with my foot. The car moved forward. For a few seconds, everything was great. Suddenly, a person jumped out in front of me. I quickly hit the break and Eli and I lurched forward. I looked up and saw the person again. Standing in front of us was a tall, brunette guy with a buzz cut.

No…..it couldn't be…

"FITZ?" I exclaimed.

Eli's head turned to the boy as well, "WHAT?"

"Eli…." Fitz sighed, as came up to the driver's window, "I'm so glad I found you guys." I just sat there frozen.

"Let's go!" Eli urged me, "LET'S GO!"

"Wait!" Fitz said, "I need to talk to you guys."

"LET'S GO!" Eli demanded a third time. Not knowing what else to do, I floored the gas and sped off.

Eli's POV

"How did Fitz get out of Juvie?" Clare asked frantically, as the two of us walked down the hallway, "You don't think he escaped, do you?"

"He must have been let out early." I assumed.

Clare gave me a worried look, "What could he want?"

"Last time I saw him, he pulled a knife on us." I shuddered, as flashbacks of Fitz holding the knife to my sister's throat came back, "Maybe he wants to settle the score."

"But…..they wouldn't let him out if he was really dangerous, right?" I didn't know how to answer that question. I never expected Fitz to pull a knife on us, and I never expected Jillian to run away from me. I can't just assume anything anymore. Clare raised an eyebrow at me, "RIGHT?"

I shook my head and turned to her, "Look…I want you to stay away from Fitz. You hear me? We don't know how he got out of Juvie or what he wants. This could be a trick. We can't just take a guess that he's not gonna try to hurt us. He's dangerous, Clare."

"Ok….." She nodded, "but I can't stop thinking about why he wanted to talk to us."

"Just promise me…." I told her, "to steer clear of him." I was terrified, because it seemed like all I did was hurt the people I love, until they were gone. First Julia and now Jillian; the police haven't even found any clues to where she might be yet. My parents are devastated. I wasn't even sure if I was ever going to see her again. All I knew was that I wasn't going to let anything happen to Clare. I was ready to protect her at any cost.

"Ok class," Mr. Perino began, "I'm just gonna quickly take attendance. Alison Greene?"

"Here."

"Harold Stevens?"

"Here."

"Bianca DeSousa?"

"Yuh huh." Bianca mumbled, without looking up from filing her nails.

"Owen Milligan?"

"Sup bro!"

Mr. Perino rolled his eyes, and then looked back down at the list, "Eli Goldsworthy?"

"Yep." I replied.

"Jillian Goldsworthy?" The class remained silent. "Jillian Goldsworthy?" He repeated. Everyone in the class was now looking at me. "Eli, do you know where your sister is?"

"Oh…." I uncomfortably shifted in my seat, "Well um…."

Right on cue, Mr. Simpson came into the classroom, "Mr. Perino. I need to talk to you for a few minutes outside." After he was pulled outside the room, a buzz went over the class.

"So," Bianca said, snottily, "I guess Mr. P hasn't heard the 'tragic' news yet." I whipped my head around and looked at her.

"Come on, guys," Owen spoke up, "this is serious. I'm devastated. This tremendously decreases my chances of hooking up with her."

"Exactly." Bianca snorted, "Most likely, that bimbo got snatched by some pervert. Right now, she's probably lying dead in an alley way, covered in semen."

I sprung up from my seat, "Shut your mouth, bitch!"

Bianca crossed her arms, "Excuse me, emo boy?"

"You're just jealous because Jillian is beautiful and you know that you can't compete with her." I spat at her, "Stop talking shit about her! It's pathetic!"

Bianca scoffed defensively, "Ok, first of all, I am not jealous of that dumb Britney Spears. She is so not competition for me. I'm hott. In fact, I know you probably wish you could hook up with me. I don't blame you. Who doesn't?"

I rolled my eyes, "You wish. You're such a cow! You're just a frizzy haired freak with a fat ass! Any guy who wants you must be either blind or extremely desperate!"

Bianca's eyes filled with rage and she stood up from her seat, "I don't need to take this from some emo pretty boy. You wanna screw with me, Goldsworthy? I'm not afraid to beat you down…..unless you're crazy enough to throw a desk at me like your insane slut of a sister."

I gritted my teeth, "My sister is NOT a slut, you little c-"

Suddenly, we heard Mr. Perino coming back into the classroom. Bianca and I locked anger-filled eyes one last time, before we sat back down in our seats. "Yes, sir." He said, "I….I didn't realize that. Wow….I hope her family is ok. I hope they find her." Mr. Perino walked back into the classroom, "Sorry about that, guys. I had to take care of something. Ok, so everyone open your books to page 148 and spend the next ten minutes reading on your own." Everyone began to silently read. Mr. Perino gave me a knowing look and nodded.

During lunch period, I got into my hearse and drove around to try and look for Clare. I figured I could squeeze in one more driving lesson with her, before I had to leave early for my therapy session. Finally, I spotted her out front. I pulled up to her, "Time for your next lesson." I called out the window.

Clare turned around, "Oh hey, Eli."

I stepped out of the driver's seat and let her slide in, and then I walked around to the other side and got into the passenger's seat. "Let's practice going backwards." I suggested, "Foot on the break, put it in reverse." I looked over at Clare. She was staring off into space. "Clare?" Her head snapped up. I raised an eyebrow at her, "Are you sure you're alright?"

She looked down at the ground, and then back up at me, "I saw Fitz."

"What?" What the hell! What could Fitz have been doing back here? "When?"

"Just before you got here." She said, "I talked to him….when he was locked up, he found God."

Un freaking believable….

"Can you believe that crap? Fitz knows you, Clare! He knows your weakness!"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It's his angle! The whole Jesus thing!" I told her, "The 'forgive me lord, for I have sinned' thing. He's dangerous, remember? He pulled a knife on me!"

"I think there's more to it than that."

I slammed my fists on the dashboard. I was not getting through to Clare and it frustrated the hell out of me, "Damnit, Clare! You're making it so hard for me to do my job!"

"Your job?"

"As your boyfriend, my job is to protect you!"

Clare crossed her arms, "I never asked you to do that."

"Well, if not me, who?"

Clare looked hurt, "I'm not up for another one of your lessons." She opened the door and stepped out of the car.

"Clare, I didn't mean it like that." She slammed the door and stormed away. I sighed and threw my head back on the seat.

"So, Eli," Jessi asked me as I sat down on the couch, "how have things been going with finding your sister?"

I sighed and shook my head, "Not so well. The police can't find anything."

"Oh Eli…..I'm so sorry to hear that." She said, in a saddened tone.

"I've been trying so hard to distract myself from it."

"Like how?" She asked.

"Well," I thought, "I've been giving my girlfriend driving lessons. Oh, and also I've been working on a horror story that I'm gonna submit to Gothic Tales."

"Well that sounds nice." She took out her notepad and began to scribble things down, "What's your story about?"

"Well….I'm not really sure yet. But I already know who the characters are." Jessi nodded as I went on. "My main character is Malcolm. He's sort of a dark character, even though he's the hero. His heroine is going to be Rachel. Rachel is a sweet, beautiful, innocent girl, who helps Malcolm put his past behind him."

"That's very interesting." Jessi nodded, "Any other characters?"

I looked down and thought for a second, "Well, there is one other character. Her name is Rarity. She's Malcolm's sister." Jessi raised an eyebrow at me. "Rarity is a wild, promiscuous girl, and quite frankly she's not that smart. Lots of guys like to sexually harass her and she never stops them because she has a sick mind and loves the sexual harassment. She hates Malcolm's guts and eventually runs away from him."

"Uh huh…." Jessi tapped her pen against her chin, "Eli…..do you think that maybe this story…..isn't so fictional after all?"

"Well….the best stories are the ones that are based off of real life." I defended, "Aren't they?"

"I suppose," Jessi said, "and a good way to cope with your feelings is to write them down." I nodded in agreement. "But Eli, I'm sure that your sister loves you more than anything."

I sighed, "Then why did she leave me?"

"Oh, Eli. Jillian is probably just going through a tough phase. Don't take it personally."

"But what if she doesn't come back? What if she's not even out there anymore?"

Most likely, that bimbo got snatched by some pervert. Right now, she's probably lying dead in an alley way, covered in semen.

I swallowed hard, "What if she's de-…."

"Oh, Eli," Jessi shook her head, "don't think like that. Jillian's gonna be ok. And as long as she's out there somewhere, she'll come home." I kinda half-smiled at her, even thought it was clear that I didn't feel much better. "It's gonna be ok, I promise." Jessi smiled at me. I nodded, sadly. She sighed and patted me on the back. "So," she said, changing the subject, "what were we talking about yesterday?"

"We were talking about Jillian and her eating problem." I reminded her.

"Oh right, you never finished that story." Jessi readied her pen and her notepad, "Please continue."

I nodded, gathering all my thoughts and trying to remember where I left off, "Ok…."

I sat in the Chives auditorium and listened as Amanda finished up her speech. "So vote for Stone and you won't be alone!" She concluded. The clapping afterwards was painfully silent and some people were even snickering. Except there were two girls in the front row, wearing 'Vote Amanda' t-shirts, and they started cheering and clapping extra loud as if they could fill the silence.

Amanda left the podium and the principal came up to speak, "Thanks Amanda. Ok, up next, Jillian Goldsworthy will be making her speech." The auditorium suddenly came to life and everyone was cheering and clapping, including me. Amanda, who was sitting in a seat off to the side, gave a look of disapproval and crossed her legs and her arms. Jillian stepped up to the podium.

But then I heard another sound, "Mrrrooooooo!" I looked at the row in front of me and saw the two 'Vote Amanda' girls laughing. One of them was holding one of those cylinder mooing noise makers that babies play with. She turned it upside down and it made the noise again, "Mrrrooooooo!" Bitches. I took my gum out of my mouth and flicked it into that girls' hair.

There was something off about Jillian. She looked like maybe she didn't get enough sleep or something. Maybe she was sick. Jillian spread the papers out on the podium and began. "Um hey everyone." Jillian smiled slightly, "First-more, as you know, a cleaner school leads to a better edumacation, so yeah, let's stop littering and making this place look like a shit hole." All the students started laughing and eventually broke out into another round of applause, and a few gasps came from the teachers. "I think it's important that we have cleaner bathrooms too. Also, maybe we should also have quieter toilets, because when they flush they're really loud and sometimes they scare me." That little comment also earned a few chuckles. "And also, we should have longer curfews. We don't have enough time to go out with our friends and socialize. I think we're responsible enough to handle that." I was proud of Jillian. She was doing really well so far. "And farther-more," she continued, "we need to do something about those dorm rooms. It's very important that we…." She trailed off and rubbed her forehead, "Um….uh, I'm sorry." Now she really didn't look too good.

"What's wrong?" I heard one of the 'Vote Amanda' girls mutter, "Did they forget to spell one of the words phonetically?" Both of them started laughing. I didn't care if you weren't supposed to hit a girl. I was ready to beat these bitches down.

"So," Jillian continued, "about the dorms…..we need to…..have…..some…" And then, Jillian slunk down and fell to the floor with a thud. Everyone began gasping and standing up in their seats to get a closer look. Within one second, four teachers were at the podium, crowded around Jillian. My heart stopped as I watched the scene.

Suddenly, that Amanda came prancing over to meet her friends. She gave one of the girls a weird look, "Ok, hun, you have something really gross in your hair."

The girl reached in the back of her head and her fingers found the wad of gum. She held it up and her face turned sickly, "EWWWW! What the freak?"

"Hey guys," the frumpy ginger smirked, "I guess Miss beauty queen has been drinking again. Not very presidential if you ask me." They all started laughing.

That was it.

I climbed over the seat and got right in their faces, "Hey, you dumb-ass bitches better shut your mouths, because at this point I'm not afraid to SMACK them shut!"

The three of them looked at each other and then back at me. Amanda smirked at me. "Well, well, well…and who are YOU?" She said in a sultry voice.

"I'm Jillian's BROTHER." I stated.

"You're her brother?" She confirmed, "Well….you certainly are the BILF."

I raised an eyebrow at her, "BILF?"

"You know…." She giggled, "Brother I'd Like To…."

"O-ok!" I stopped her, "I get it now. Yeah, well I'm not interested and I have a girlfriend. And also, you guys are fugly."

Amanda's ignored me, "So you're Eli."

"Eli?" One of the other girls said, "What a SEXY name."

"It suits you perfectly." The third girl winked. She then licked her lips in a futile attempt to look sexy. I was ready to barf.

"Well," I said, "anyway, you better stop trying to screw around with my sister, because when you screw around with my sister, you screw around with ME. Oh….and you do not wanna screw around with me."

"I wanna screw around with you." Amanda smirked, twirling her orange hair in her finger.

I shuttered. Then I looked over at the other girl and smirked, "Oh and by the way, good luck getting out that wad of gum I stuck in your hair.

The girl smiled and held up my gum, "I already did. Want it back?"

"Please," I scoffed, "why would I want to put something in my mouth that's been in your disgusting hair?"

"Well….do you have something you wanna put in MY mouth?" She asked seductively. All three girls were giggling.

"Ughhh!" I shuttered again. "Yeah…..in your perverted, twisted dreams."

"I'll take the gum!" The other girl piped up, taking the wad of gum, "I bet from being in your mouth, it tastes like emo hotness." She popped the gum in her mouth and began to chew it.

"Ok….gross!" I gagged. I ran out of the auditorium and went down the hallway to the nurse's office. When I got there, I saw Jillian sitting on the cot with a juice box in her hand. "Jill!" I sat next to her and put my arm around her, "Are you ok?" She nodded and took a sip of her juice box. "What happened?"

"I guess I fainted." She shrugged.

I gave her a questioning look, "You haven't been drinking have you?"

"No!"

I waved my hand in front of her face just to be sure. Her eyes looked normal. "Ok, so if you weren't drinking, what do you think happened?"

"I don't know…." she said, "Maybe I was just nervous. They said I could finish my speech on Monday."

Then the nurse came over, "Are you starting to feel better, hun?"

"I guess so." She said, "I'm still a little queasy."

"Have you eaten anything today?"

Jillian suddenly looked nervous. She bit her lip and looked down at the floor, "Um…..not exactly."

"Hang on. I'll get you some crackers." The nurse went into her little cabinet and pulled out a bag of saltines.

"Oh, that's ok….I'm not hungry."

"But you need to eat something." The nurse insisted, "It's not good to go all day without eating." Jillian nodded and took two crackers from her. She took a tiny nibble out of one of them. "Good girl." The nurse said, "I'll be right back." When she walked out of the office, Jillian spit the crackers out into the waste basket.

I crossed my arms, "Jillian, eat your crackers."

"No….I-I'm not hungry." She said.

"Jillian, that's silly!" I told her, "You fainted because you haven't eaten all day!"

"No….." She twiddled her thumbs, "I was just….nervous, that's all."

"Jill…." I studied her face and her body. She was paler than ever and even thinner than she was last week. "Have you not been eating?"

"No!" She said, defensively, "Why would you think that?"

"Because I haven't been seeing you eat lately. You're always making up excuses not to eat and…" My eyes filled with concern, "Jillian….you're not anorexic, are you?"

"I'm not anorexic!" Jillian defended, "Why would you think I'm anorexic? I'm anything BUT anorexic!" She then gave me a confused look, "What does 'anorexic' mean?"

I explained, "It means that you stop eating because you're so worried about your weight and you eventually make yourself sick. Look Jillian, if this is about what Amanda said, I just wanna let you know that you are NOT fat. She's just jealous because she knows that you're gonna win the elections. No one likes her. She ugly and disgusting and her little girlfriends aren't any more attractive than her." I shuttered, remembering a few minutes ago when they all were trying to flirt with me.

"I don't care about what Amanda said." She said, unconvincingly.

"Then why aren't you eating?" I asked her.

"I am!"

"No you're not."

"Yeah!" She protested, "I am!"

"Fine." I went into my mom's purse next to me and pulled out a grilled cheese wrapped in tin foil, "Cece got this for you to eat later." Jillian hesitantly took the sandwich from me. She unwrapped the tin foil and studied the contents. "Well?" I raised an eyebrow at her, "Are you gonna eat it?"

Jillian looked at me then back at the sandwich. Finally, she took a bite out of the sandwich, "See?" she muffled, "Eating."

"Good girl." I smiled, although I could not shake my suspicion. Jillian took another bite and swallowed it with a disturbed look on her face.

Jessi looked at me, intrigued by my story. Suddenly her watch beeped. She looked down at it, "Oh my, we're out of time." I got up to leave. "Well, Eli, it was very nice talking to you today. I hope we can finish talking about what we were today tomorrow." I nodded. "Oh, and I hope you find your sister."

I sighed, "Me too."

I pulled into The Dot to pick Clare up, as I had promised her early this morning. I looked to see if I could spot her in the window. Sure enough, there she was, standing in the window talking to someone. Then, I saw who she was talking to….no, she wouldn't….

"FITZ!" I gritted my teeth and my eyes widened. What part of 'stay away from Fitz did Clare not get? I sat there and wondered if this was some kind of a joke. I knew exactly what was going on. Fitz was stalking her.

Not on my watch.

I hopped out of Morty, slamming the door behind me. I stormed into the building and saw Fitz standing there with Clare. I got in between the two of them and faced Fitz, "Get away from her!" I shouted at him.

"Eli, chill." He said.

I shoved him, "Back off, I'm serious!"

Fitz put his hands up in defeat, "Ok."

I turned to Clare, "Are you ok?"

"Yes, I'm fine!" She said, giving me a look like I was stupid, "Fitz works here. We were just talking."

I turned back to Fitz, "About what? Tell me!"

"I have something to tell you." Fitz explained, "Where's Jillian?"

"Why?" I huffed, "Because you missed her with the knife last time?"

"No…." Fitz looked hurt, "I wanted to tell you guys that I'm sorry about Vegas Night. I need to make things right with all of you, especially Jillian. Where is she?"

I glared at him, "Jillian is not here."

Fitz gave me a confused look, "Ok then…..do you know when she's gonna be here?"

I took the flyer out of my pocket, "Jillian is missing!" Fitz took the flyer and looked at it. He stood there speechless. "She's been missing for days now!"

"W-What?" Fitz looked puzzled, as he studied the flyer in front of him, "But…..how?"

"She disappeared from our house in the middle of the night and when we woke up, she was gone." I reached into my pocket and clutched the choker in my hand.

"Oh my god….." Fitz looked remorseful, "Eli…..I had no idea. I-I feel awful." I rolled my eyes. I had to admit, his acting was pretty good. "Look, I need to help you find her. I need to know that she's safe. Otherwise…..I'll never be able to forgive myself."

"Ohhhhh! Pfffft!" I mocked, "Give me a break….."

"I'm serious, Eli." Fitz said to me, "I'm really sorry….about everything. I never meant to hurt either one of you. I need you to forgive me. And as for Jillian, I'll be praying for her. Wherever she is….I want her to be safe."

"Whatever." I grumbled, heading for the door.

Clare grabbed my arm and pulled me back, "Fitz apologizes and offers to help find Jillian, and that's all you can say?"

"Clare I have nothing to say to him." I said through gritted teeth, "Now are you coming with me or not?"

Clare looked one last time at Fitz, and then down at the floor, "Ok, let's go." She mumbled. I escorted her out the door and glared at Fitz. He stared back at me with those innocent puppy dog eyes. Pathetic.