A/N: Yeah, I've had a lot of work lately. So… This isn't as good as I wanted it to be.

"We are not together!"

Eli laughs and watches, amused, as Clare yells at the group of freshmans. When she turns back around, her face red, he chuckles and says, "Too young for me." Clare rolls her eyes and sighs, hiking the overlarge tote bag up her shoulder.

"So, you gonna drive me home or not?" She asks, glancing at Morty. He shrugs, stuffing his pale hands into the pockets of his jeans. "Do you want to go home? And ditch this pretty little face?" He points to himself, a smirk displayed.

"You are so full of it," She scoffs, taking a step toward the hearse. Eli steps back, blocking her path. "You love it." Clare crosses her arms and shakes her head. "You're such a jerk, Eli." She mumbles. But he just smiles, cocks his head, and winks.

"You want me, just admit it,"

"OK, forget it. I'm walking home," Clare turns on her heel and storms off, her flats making soft thumps on the ground as she leaves. Eli stares after her, his eyes shocked. "Oh, so you're gonna reject my kind invitation to drive you home?" He calls, raising his eyebrows.

"Kind!" Clare jeers, not turning around. Eli sighs and rushes forward, grabbing her arm. "I'm driving you home, whether you like it or not. I don't trust some of these kids. One could just randomly jump you." Clare faces him and smirks, her hand on her heart.

"Oh. Eli cares about me," She gushes, giggling. Eli rolls his eyes and shoves her towards the hearse. "Just get in," She laughs and opens the door, throwing her bag onto the ground and hopping in after it.

"Will do, Mr. Goldsworthy."

"OK, you're officially a jerk."

Clare growls, angrily pounding on the car door. Eli sat inside, an 'oh-come-on-this-shit-is-hilarious' look on his face. "Open the door, Eli!" She shouts, pissed. He had practically dragged her along. And now when they decide to go back, he locks her out of the car.

Eli laughs as he watches her fist slam against the glass. He smirks to himself and leans back in his seat, resting his right foot's ankle on his left knee. The thuds soon deteriorate, and with an amused glance Eli turns back to the window.

Clare's gone. He raises an eyebrow, knowing she's just yanking his chain like she usually is. So he waits. Five minutes later and she still has yet to appear. With a frown, he opens his door and steps out, looking around for the tiny brunette.

"Blue Eyes?" He calls, waiting for a sound. Nothing happens. He repeats his words, still waiting. When he hears a faint rustle in the bushes behind him, he turns, smirking. His hope is crushed when he realizes it's nothing but the wind.

"OK, stop screwing with me. Clare?" Eli shouts, his worry building. If something happened to her, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself. Sure, Clare constantly annoyed him with her many rules and her always having to do the right thing, but that was what made Clare, Clare.

"Aw, shit. Where the hell are you, Edwards?" He mumbles to himself as he starts to walk towards the neglected area of the parking lot. Not a single sign of the blue-eyed perfectionist is in sight.

Suddenly, Eli hears a slam and he whirls around, confused. His door, which he had kept open, was shut, and he could hear the familiar giggle of his English partner. "Oh, hell no." He groans, stomping his foot. Clare had fooled him. And now he was locked out of Morty.

He sighs and watches as Clare pulls out of the space, her turns finally perfected after all the hours of practicing on Morty in the school lot. She's going to drive off, he knows it. But she stops, even though she doesn't want to, and steps out, leaning against Morty's side.

"You coming?" She smirks. "Seriously? Eli replies, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm not that mean. And besides, I think making you worry about me and my pretty blue eyes was enough payback." Clare winks before she pushes herself off of the car. Walking over to the other side and opening the passenger door, all he can think is 'Damn. I'm gonna be such a bad influence on this chick.'