Clares POV
"You're getting that restraining order, Clare." Eli practically screamed at me.
I was aware that I needed one. However, I didn't want Eli to reiterate the idea back to me every fifteen seconds. I didn't need to hear it, nor did I want to re-live that night. I understood. Perfectly. It was by far the scariest experience of my life. Eli almost got stabbed, for goodness sakes.
"I'm only saying this because I love you." He pouted at me. He only whips out the pout when he knows he's going to have to put up a fight. It looks slightly like his smirk, only less intimidating and much more adorable. I still think I like the smirk better though. It's a lot more "Eli." His green eyes sparkle and he just looks so adorable and irresistible. He knows that I can't say no to him. He's too beautiful.
"Eli, I love you too, but I am trying to avoid anything that has to do with that night at all costs."
"I understand that Clare, but he's dangerous, and after all that, he still wants you. Doesn't that scare you?"
"He doesn't scare me. The only time he ever actually scared me was when I thought he was going to stab you." This was the truth. Fitz didn't scare me. I could take care of myself.
"I trust you. Just be careful at school when you're not with me."
"Don't be such a bother, Eli. I can take care of myself. You just need to relax and trust me. Stop worrying so much!" I almost screamed. He was getting so worked up over nothing. He needed to chill. These past few months he's done everything but chilled out.
"I'm not worrying Clare. I'm being a boyfriend, hopefully that's ok with you because I plan on being yours for a very, very long time." He kissed me. Perfection.
Fitz's POV
I watched Clare and Gothboy pull away in the deathmobile. It sickened me, truthfully. She was so hot, and he was so morbid. It didn't matter how she felt, Clare was going to be mine. I was gonna pry her away from Eli before he had any time to do anything about it. And when he came after her, we'd both already be gone, halfway across the country. She'd learn to love me. I was obsessed. I knew her every step, her daily life. She was usually always with Eli, except on Sundays. She had church and her parents insisted it be a day of rest. Sunday would be the day. This Sunday. I couldn't wait.
Now to get to planning our little roadtrip…
Eli's POV
Clare was being an idiot. A real big idiot.
I know I always think I'm right.
But I am.
Fitz is dangerous. He still wants her.
I swear to god if he ever lays a hand on her I'll kill him.
He'll be Morty's first customer.
Clares POV
I hate Sundays for 3 reasons.
Church
Parents
No Eli
Basically, the 3 things that used to be my prior life.
Church was something I always attended, on time, in my private school uniform. Ever since I'd been hanging with Eli, I felt that my religion was practiced enough and I didn't need to sit in a chapel every weekend to prove my worth to the catholic church. I just found it ridiculous.
My parents. Don't even get me started. They bicker, they fight, they even sometimes throw stuff. It's awful, Its faulty, they probably need a divorce. But they won't. Too much publicity in the church. Conserverative assholes.
Sorry father.
And Eli. Don't even get me started on him.. Lately I've been having a lot of issues, and he's pulled me through each and every one of them.
Except one really. One that I haven't told a soul.
Ever since the "stabbing", I've been trying to control everything. My parents, my life, Eli, my friends, you name it. Nothing seems to be going right, and the more I think about it, the more I blame myself.
Clare Edwards, self-critic? No way, you'd say.
Not until I realized how fat I am. And how easy it is to take control of that situation, and change it for the better.
And what I want to do to make a difference in my life. I'm no cliché eating disorder girl, but me and anorexia, we've been getting along really well nowadays.
Hunger pains and midnight workouts now define me. And I am in no way willing to give this up. I'm already down to 110 pounds, and if Eli ever knew, he'd murder me. He loves my "naturally petite" body the way it is. Petite? Honestly? Get a grip Eli, and get ready to watch me transform. He won't even see me, I'll be so small. I'll disappear in thin air, fly away to a place better than this.