Clare rolled over and ended up causing someone to make an 'oof' noise as she did so. Groggily, she peeked one eye open to meet dazzling green eyes and she squeaked in surprise. This squeak was followed by a jumping motion that caused her to fall off a very narrow bed. Her bed, thank God. She didn't need to wake up to a strangers room.
"Morning, Sleepy-head." The green-eyed man commented, rolling to lay on his stomach and stare at her.
"What...who...I..." Clare stumbled over her words as a searing headache zipped through her brain.
"You had way too many drinks last night." He commented while getting off the bed completely.
Of course, with her luck, she sat up that same moment and came level with his crotch. Might she add that he was as naked as when he came out of the womb - if he wasn't the Spawn of Satan as she thought he was. Another squeal escaped her as she jumped to her feet. That harsh, sudden movement caused her to lose what little balance she possessed and toppled into his arms.
Just as suddenly, she was laying on top of the naked man, straddling his narrow waist and sitting up in shock. Clare glanced down at herself and noted that she was, in fact, just as naked as he. This caused heat to rise quickly to her pale skin and flush across her wide cheeks.
"Ready for...would it be round six or seven? I kinda lost count after awhile." He said as his hands playfully skimmed up her hips.
"I...I don't even know your name!" Clare shrieked, rolling off him.
A flash of pain crossed his face after that, and for some apparent reason, Clare had an almost uncontrolable urge to kiss him - to stop whatever pain was hurting him. And she did, calmly running her hand across his cheek and pulling her face closer to his. Their lips touched and Clare let out a sigh, whispering the name 'Eli'.
"So, Blue Eyes, wanna get in some trouble?" He asked, smirking wildly as he stared at the almost empty parking lot.
"Definitely. But, before we do any late night gallivanting, I wouldn't mind knowing your name." Clare teased, looking up at the green-eyed man beside her.
"The name's Eli. Eli Goldsworthy." He said, trying to sound suave.
"You did it wrong." She mocked, earning a quirked brow from him. "If you're going to quote a man as amazing as James Bond, then do it right."
"Sassy." Eli teased, his tone mocking as well. "Well, since you know my name, it's only fair I know yours."
"But that just ruins the fun." Clare giggled and Eli let out a chuckle.
The kiss heated up quickly, not that Clare or Eli seemed to mind. Her headache was long forgotten, instead numbed and healing as Eli's hand slid down her bare waist. He grunted as they rolled over, Clare going on top of him. His nails slid down her waist to her bottom, causing Clare to gasp as he gripped tightly. Of course, just as he was positioning himself, there was an obnoxiously loud knock on the door.
Clare demounted him and got off the bed, grabbing a short blue silky robe off her desk chair and threw it on. Eli rested his head on his hand, admiring her as she sauntered to the door. She opened it slightly, just to peek, and she let out an audible gasp.
"Fitz! What are you doing here?" Clare whispered harshly at her almost-boyfriend.
"Is it so weird for me to want to see my girlfriend?" Fitz asked, almost angrily.
"Um...Fitz...we...uh...we need to talk." Clare looked down, feeling her cheeks burn.
It wasn't that Clare was a slut per say, no, she wasn't a slut at all. The fact was, Fitz and her had just started talking a month ago, and he kept showing interest in her. She was considering him as a boyfriend, since her self-esteem was low due to K.C. but he wasn't really her type. Sure, he was smart and an amazing dancer. But...he was the rebound. Clare saw that now, and she felt horrible about leading him on. They hadn't become official, and this was Fitz's way of asking her out.
"What about?" He asked, suddenly confused.
"I just...I'm sorry. Not right now. Meet me at the Dot in, like, say two hours?" She questioned, she wanted both of them to leave with as much dignity as possible.
"Clare! Who is it?" Eli asked, coming behind Clare and wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Who am I? Who are you!" Fitz exclaimed, pushing the door open violently.
"Fitz, please." Clare whimpered as she was pushed behind Eli - might she add he was wearing boxers at least.
"Please what! Just yesterday we were flirting, and making plans for our first date, then come to find out you're fucking random guys. You whore!" Fitz exclaimed, clenching his jaw visibly.
"I'm not fucking random guys! And I'm most certainly not a whore! I'm sorry if I led you on, it's just...Eli..." Clare started and stiffened when she caught Fitz gaze.
"Wait...Eli...that sounds familiar. Eli Goldsworthy?" Fitz questioned, seemingly more angry than before.
"Mark Fitzgerald?" Eli asked, getting straighter.
"Long time no see, freak. Nice to know you're picking up my leftovers still." Fitz chuckled before grabbing Eli's neck. "That stupid bitch Julia didn't know what she had coming to her."
Suddenly, Fitz gasped and let Eli go, crumbling in on himself. "Don't you ever say that about Julia."
"Who's Julia?" Clare asked, clearly confused over the whole situation.
"No one." Eli commented, picking Fitz by his collar. "Now get out and stay away from Clare, got that?"
"Whatever. I don't want anything to do with her, after being with a freak like you." Fitz snapped, pulling himself free of Eli's grasp. "And you," he pointed to Clare. "Better watch yourself. You just made the worse decision of your life, slut."
Clare felt her eyes water, she knew Fitz wasn't the nicest guy, but he had been so sweet to her. And to be so verbally abused as she was, made Clare's eyes water. She went to her bed and tensed as Fitz slammed the door behind him. Eli came and sat next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.
"Blue Eyes..."
"Blue Eyes! How about we," gesturing to both Alli and Drew - the boy she's practically drapped over. "get smashed tonight."
"That's a nice way to put it." Clare giggled, still tucked under Eli's arm.
"Of course. There's a major party a few blocks away, steal some booze, hit up my place and have at it." Eli chuckled; tightening his grip.
"Or we could just buy some." Alli offered, although her gaze stayed with Drew's.
"She's got a point." Clare said, looking back up to Eli.
"Well...if you say so." Eli said thoughtfully and suddenly pulled Clare across the busy Toronto road.
"Eli!" She shrieked as they maneuvered by speeding cars.
Once they reached the other side, Clare gripped on a nearby lamp-post, clinging for dear life. She looked at Eli, eyes wide with shock and fear, then, a grin broke out on her face. She let go of the post and flung her arms around his neck, kissing him fiercely. Of course, Eli wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and backed her up against the lamp-post.
His tongue slithered into her mouth, driving her wild with want. She pushed her chest against his and opened her mouth wider. He grunted, clearly enjoying himself, before Clare pulled away. Her Cheshire Cat grin was still in place, and Eli stared into her eyes before diving in for another searing kiss.
"Not uh-uh." Clare teased, tilting her head so he kissed her cheek.
Somehow, she slid from beneath him. In the process, she hooked a finger in the V of his shirt, pulling him along as they walked down the sidewalk. She stopped in front a brightly lit store and spun around, capturing his lips quickly before pulling away.
"Now, get some Mike's Hard Lemonade for Alli and I. Some tequila, for sure, and maybe some Everclear if they have any. Then get what you want." Clare ordered, flipping her hand to signal Eli to go in the store.
"So bossy, Blue Eyes. You know, it'd be a lot easier if I knew your name." Eli commented, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her closer.
"It starts with a C. Each time you do something nice, I'll add a letter." She smirked, leaning up to nuzzle his neck.
"Caroline?" He guessed, his voice a low hum as she skimmed up his neck with her smooth lips.
"Not even close. Now go." Clare commanded, backing him into the store door.
"Who's Julia?" Clare asked again, looking up at Eli while her headache started up again.
"She's an ex." Eli muttered, looking down.
"And how do you know Fitz?" She questioned, laying down on the bed - Eli followed suit.
"We went to high school together. For my junior and senior year. When I went there, we sort of hung out, but then I fell for Julia. Who just so happened to be his girlfriend at the time. Well, she jumped me one day, and one thing led to another in the classroom. Of course, Fitz walked in and wailed on me." Eli shivered, rubbing his biceped affectionately - like he was trying to rub away the pain. "Julia and I eventually went out, but...she died. Supposedly it was an accident, but Fitz has been laying down hints every so often."
"Ohmygod!" Clare shrieked, pushing herself off her bed and onto Eli's body.
"It's...over now. I moved away, but came back here for this school here." Eli said, tilting Clare's chin up. "This is so strange. I haven't told anyone about Julia. Ever. And I've barely known you a day."
Clare's eyes glittered with tears and Eli felt his heart swell. This girl was amazing, without a doubt. She had insecurities, but she was uptight. She was funny, but serious all in one. She was good, but slowly, Eli was turning her bad. Into what he was. Dangerous.
Alli swayed as she exited Clare's tiny dorm room, hanging over Drew as her heels clicked loudly. Eli had tackled Clare to the bed, mouth attached to her ivory skin. All four of them downed the alcohol within a matter of two hours; Clare and Alli - as well as Drew unfortunately - were weak to the poison. He was beyond drunk, so he could only imagine how the girl beneath him felt.
Clare unexpectedly grabbed him through the fabric of his tight jeans. Eli's eyes crossed at the delicious friction; he was always super sensitive when drunk. Not wanting to waste time, Eli struggled with Clare's corset. He was just about to rip it off when Clare undid the tie and threw it away. Next was Eli's shirt, which Clare tugged on impatiently until it was discarded with her top. His mouth dropped to her pulse point, sucking the flesh hungrily while she writhed and squirmed - clearly not in the mood for foreplay. Not that Eli minded. He, yet again, struggled with a piece of her clothing. There was a large rip, followed by a frown courteous of Clare.
Unrelenting, Eli pulled her skirt and fishnets off, her heels having been thrown elsewhere when they arrived to her room. She was left in see-through panties, made of black lace and a tiny green bow on the top. She giggled when he kissed up her thigh, seemingly impatient as he went and nipped on her stomach.
"Unfair." Clare sighed, gripping the sides of Eli's pants.
"What was that?" He questioned as he grabbed her wrists and looked up from between her breasts.
"I'm just in my panties. You've got your jeans on." Clare complained, her words were slurred and sloppy.
"Right you are." Eli chuckled.
He traveled back down her stomach to stop at her panty-line. Pulling the fabric with his teeth, he got them to her calves before she kicked them off and rolling both her and Eli onto their backs. Clare undid Eli's buckle and jeans before tugging both the dark pants and yellow boxers down. Wasting no time, she climbed on top of him. As she lowered herself, his hands found her waist. But she grabbed his wrists and pinned them down, causing her chest to fall in his face.
"I'm in control..."