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I park Morty and run towards the ravine. I see all of Fitz's friends circled around what I assume is a campfire at night. Clare. No sign of her or Fitz. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe he didn't come here after all. I walk towards one of Fitz's friends I recognized from school.
"Where's Fitz?" I ask. I'm pissed. I'm worried. I'm ready to beat Fitz to a pulp.
"Damn, you got here early. Fitz is gonna be mad his plan didn't go correctly."
"Where's Fitz?" I ask again; more sternly this time.
Fitz's friend stand up toe-to-toe with me. "You know Fitz told all of us," he gestures to his friends, "to beat you up."
"How nice of him. Where is he?" I ask AGAIN. I'm getting very frustrated. Wherever he is, he could be hurting Clare.
Next thing I know I'm getting pushed. Seriously? Screw this. He has to be around here somewhere. I punch the guy in the face and with all my frustration, it was a lot stronger of a hit then I expected. It knocks him back a bit and as I notice all the other guys starting to get up and walk towards me, I sprint away. I've got bigger problems than a pack of guys trying to beat me up.
Clare. Clare. Clare.
Where did he take her? I scan the area around me and for the first time in a long time, I believe there is a God. There was Clare wearing her bright violet top. I silently thank God for her choice in clothing. It makes her easy to spot.
As I turn towards the color of her shirt, I notice the van and Fitz. Shit. I sprint as fast I can as I see Fitz push Clare against the van. I can tell he's saying something to her and what he did next seriously pissed me off more than anything in the whole freaking world. He pushes his face towards hers and tries to kiss her. I see Clare struggling to get away and not allow him access to her mouth.
I'm so close now. Keep fighting him Clare. I can feel her pain and anguish and I know that it's my entire fault. As these ashamed thoughts surge through me, I grab Fitz from behind and swing him to the ground before he's able to kiss my lady. That's right my lady. I sneak a glance at Clare. She's crying, and she looks extremely petrified. As she slowly sinks to the ground, it takes all my self-restraint not to go pound on Fitz's face considering I still have the element of surprise. I bend down next to Clare and she stares at me with her gorgeous, piercing blue eyes.
"I'm sorry Clare." I whisper just as Fitz gets up and his me from behind.
Now, it's on. Fitz is bigger than me, but I'm faster. We exchange pushes and punches. We twist around on the floor, each of use fighting for dominance. Fitz punches me in the face and I can taste the blood protruding from my lip. Great. Again. But I'm not going down that easy. This moron tried to kiss, and I'm sure force Clare into...just those thoughts are enough for me to surge with a force of anger and revenge against Fitz. Now, I'm on top of him and my punches are out of control. I can just imagine the pain Clare has gone through and I want him to feel the pain she felt. He dragged her into a battle that was just between him and me. Then, out of freaking nowhere, I remember how much Clare hates violence. And fighting. And I freeze – my hand in mid-air. I look down at Fitz. I gave him a bloody nose. Not too bad Eli not too bad.
I stand up and back away from Fitz. "What's between us is done. No more war. It's over." I could have sworn I saw Fitz nod, but that could've just been my imagination. I help Clare up, grab her hand and lead her back to Morty. We both ignore the looks we get from all those at the ravine. I open the door for her and as she steps inside the hearse, I realize she's trembling.
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