So someone asked me to write a sequel to this, and to be honest, I really wanted to give Eli and Clare their happy ending too! So I added another chapter, it's not my best work so I apologize but I just really wanted to write it :)

Enjoy!

"Yeah, of course," said Eli in a rush. His relief was evident, and he was so unusually unguarded of his emotions I couldn't help but smile. "What – what's up?"

"Not on the phone," I said. "I just – I wanted to talk to you now. I need to see you in person."
"Okay. I'll be right over." Wait, what?

"Eli, it's 2 in the morning," I said, glancing at my lit up alarm clock.

"Oh, I'm sorry, you have plans?" He was smirking; I could practically hear it.

"Come on, my parents will kill me. Let's just meet tomorrow at the Dot, okay?"

"Okay, got it. Coming over now." There was a click.

"NO! Eli, what the - " but it was too late. I knew he had hung up.

I paced around my room, praying that my parents would be too fast asleep to hear his car drive up. Then I could just run quietly outside and tell him –

Oh, God. What was I going to tell him? I didn't have a plan! Quick, what was my plan?

Ten minutes later, I had written out the speech in the mind, though it still didn't sound good enough. Mrs. Dawes was right; I wasn't great at expressing myself in words.

Suddenly there was a loud clang on my window. I jumped assuming it was just an acorn or something being blown in the wind. But then it happened again. I pulled open the blinds. At first I didn't see a thing; it was too dark. But as soon as my eyes adjusted, my jaw legitimately dropped.

It was Eli. He was standing in my yard throwing freaking pebbles at my window. Near stabbings, police officers, hot guy throwing rocks at my window, all in one night? My life is a movie.

I pulled open the window. "What are you DOING?" I hissed.

He smiled. "Hey, Juliet. I was thinking about our English project, and how upsetting it was that we only got to do that one scene. I mean, there are so much better ones, right?"

Oh my God. He was reenacting Romeo and Juliet. This was not happening.

"My parents are going to hear you!" I couldn't help smiling, though.

"Clare," he said, suddenly growing serious. "I've been thinking about you all night. About the dance, about Fitz, about everything. And I want you to know that you were right. I know I should have let go of the feud, I know that now. I learned my lesson. I can't promise you I'll never act on my temper again, but I can promise that I'll try. I'll try really, really hard. Because I don't want to lose you, Clare. I never want to lose you. I came so close tonight, and I was terrified. Please don't let it happen again."

Yup. Life officially a movie. I could barely breathe. "I don't want to lose you either, Eli," I said, without even thinking about it. "I thought I was going to lose you too and I was so-" the words caught in my mouth and I had to swallow, "scared. I was so, so scared. Everyone deserves a second chance, Eli. That's why I called you."

He broke into a wild grin. "You're really giving me a second chance?"

I didn't answer. Instead, I closed the window and sprinted down the stairs. I threw open the door and ran barefoot across the dewy grass. He looked shocked to see me. I ran at him and before I could think or stop running or do anything my arms were around him and I was kissing him. And he was kissing me back and wow; I know our first two kisses were amazing but this one? This one was the best by a mile. Maybe clean slates are better than everybody thinks. I held him closer as he ran his fingers through my hair and we kissed and kissed and I didn't want it to end. I wanted to stand here in my bare feet kissing Elijah Goldsworthy for as long as I could.

"Thanks, Darce," I thought. "Thank you so, so much."