(Clare's POV)
The next day I was standing by my locker and Eli past by without saying hello.
"Eli, wait up." I said closing my locker and running to catch up.
"Leave me alone."
"What? What's wrong?"
He spun around, his face distorted with anger, "I think you know," he snarled.
"What's going on? I don't know what you're talking about!"
"You know what Clare? We're done; we're over."
"What?" I squeaked.
"Go, just go. I can't deal with this…" he said walking away.
As I watched him go, a tear rolled down my cheek. I leaned against the locker, and slid down. I buried my face in my hands and cried.
…
"Adam I don't know what's going on. Why would he do this to me out of the blue?"
"It wasn't out of the blue…" Adam said looking down.
"What? What did he tell you?"
"That he saw you…at the Dot."
"The Dot….?" I asked.
Then it hit me. "Oh my god…."
"Why would you do that?"
"KC kissed me, I didn't kiss him; I mean I might have kissed him back, but what was I supposed to do? We had a relationship, so I can't say it didn't mean anything. But now, KC can go to hell."
Adams facial expression went from accusation, to confusion, to shock.
"Oh…this isn't good. Eli's pissed." Adam said worriedly.