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MATH PEOPLE!

Here you are! (^_^)

Beta reader: Zephyr Hearts

I followed Clare in to the school. She pointed out the entire secret hiding spots in the hallways that people would hide in when they weren't supposed to be in the hallway while class is in session. She told me all of the tricks to get out of being late and to suck up to teachers. But as she was talking about all of the other classes, I got lost in my thoughts.

Why did she get so nervous when I pointed out her bruise? Why did she look over at her boyfriend, Fitz I think, and look… guilty? Why was she so distant from Fitz? Why did she look disgusted when he kissed her? I mean, yeah, he looks like a pile of shit….but he's her boyfriend…doesn't she like him? Isn't she supposed to like it when he kisses her? It did look forced…and very sloppy. Okay, I kind of sound like a creeper, watching them kiss and stuff. Would it be weird if I wanted to know her kissing techniques? Um, yeah, I think it would be. But, she doesn't need to know that….

I was brought back to my senses when Clare snapped her fingers at me.

"Eli? Are you there?" She giggled. God that was cute.

"What? Oh yeah…um sorry. I kind of spaced out." I replied. I can feel my face get a little red, so I looked away from her and glanced around. We were standing in front of the door of our English class.

"Well, c'mon." She said and walked into the classroom.

I followed her, and made sure to watch sway of her hips. She walks so meditatively, it was alluring. I realized that I was watching her, eyeing her, so I snapped myself out of it when she sat down and started getting out her notebook.

I blink a few times, but pulled myself together. I began walking in a slow pace and sat down in front of her. I took out my notebook and turned to look at her. She was gazing at her note book with the tip of her pencil in her mouth chewing away at it, adoringly. She was flustered, it was cute. I looked at the title of her story and saw that it was Entrepreneurship. Someone that fantasizes? Was that what she was writing about?

"So, um I noticed that you like writing a lot. Why?" I asked trying to form conversation, after trying to figure out what she was writing about.

She glanced up at me through her eyelashes and looked back down, studying her writing.

"I express my feelings through writing, whether it being I'm happy, sad, upset, etc."

"That's understandable," I replied, still gazing at her curly, luscious, auburn colored hair. I wanted to reach up and twist my fingers around her curly hair, but I stopped myself in doing so.

"Or sometimes I write just for fun. Like fiction or what I fantasize about." She blushed after she finished her sentence. I looked at her quizzically, but she just kept her attention on her note book

"What about you? I can see that you have spent lots of time writing also." She stated, curiosity spiced in her statement. I smirked at her and flickered my eyes across the room

"That's not really your business." I responded.

"What? You asked me, so I deserve an answer too." Clare pouted, trying to look angry.

"So?" I smirked smugly.

"Wow. I've known you for one day, and I already know that you're a smug ass sometimes." She giggled.

My smirk grew into a wide grin, which proved her accusation correct.

She smiled at me, and then looked into my eyes. She crossed her arms across the desk and smirked.

"That's okay, I like it." She smiled, and leaned back into her chair.

I raised my eyebrows at her. "Oh really now?" I asked.

"Yes really. Which is weird, because I don't like smug jerks."

Was she…was she flirting with me? No, no she couldn't. I must me just imagining it. I mean, she has a boyfriend, why would she be flirting with me?

I decided to play along.

"Oh, so I'm a smug jerk?" I feigned hurt and place my hand on my heart, looking flabbergasted.

"Yes, but the good kind." She blushed and looked away.

She was flirting with me. I smiled and before I could say my response, the bell rang, ending our conversation. I looked back at her, and she was digging in her bag with something. I couldn't help but notice the bruise again. How can she hit a mailbox like that? It's by her ear?

Something's telling me she wasn't telling the whole truth.

Soon kids piled in, and Clare got her text book out, she leaned back in her chair and smiled at me. I chuckled and turned back in my chair.

Clare POV

I couldn't help it. He was just, so captivating. It was like flirting with him was a natural thing to do. With Fitz, I hardly ever flirted. It was mostly him. To be honest, I only went out with him because he liked me at first, but then I got to know him better, and he was tricked me with his lies.

I wanted to break up with Fitz, he was demanding and he never let me have a say in anything, but nobody's perfect. Everybody had there flaws, and I believed in second chances.

I wanted to get to know Eli better, but I just have to be careful to not let him see one of my bruises again. After all, Fitz did say that this would never happen again, so I just need to hide the bruises from him until they heal. That shouldn't be hard, right?

I decided to get to know Eli, he seemed like he would be a great friend, but I mostly wanted to know what this sudden attraction to him was. I wanted to know why I flirted with him before class.

Oh god, what if Fitz finds out? Well, he wasn't there, and I'm sure Eli won't be friends with Fitz, so it's likely that Fitz won't find out from him. Eli and Fitz are completely different, from what I can tell so far.

I told Fitz that I needed to work with Eli during lunch, which was true. So Eli and I are now in the library, working on our poems for English. Though, I intended to know Eli's personality better.

I was on my laptop and Eli was on his, he had a furrowed brow and was concentrating really hard on his computer. Which I thought was really cute.

"Don't think too hard, now." I giggled.

He looked up at me and smirked, then turned his attention back to the laptop.

"Yeah, well writers block sucks." He sighed, pushing his laptop away.

"You two huh?" I asked.

He chuckled and nodded.

Then he randomly asked, "So, why was your boyfriend, Fitz I think, so protective of you this morning?"

1.He's pretty curious.

"Um, he gets jealous pretty easily." I sighed, and looked down at my hands.

He chuckled, "I've only known you for a day, and how can he think I would want to break you two up?"

2. He gets defensive

"I don't know that's just the way he is I guess." I started fiddling with my thumbs.

"Oh, I see." He said, while rolling his eyes in a dramatic way.

3.He's really sarcastic

"Do you love him?" He asked bluntly, seriously.

4. He likes to get into people's business

"Pretty sure I do." I replied.

"Well, if you ever have a problem with him I'll be happy to help you out." He straightened himself in his chair.

5.He's protective

I smiled and looked at him again. He had his arms folded across his chest, and he looked at me, studying me.

"Will do."

He smirked and returned his attention back to his laptop,

6. He smirks a lot.

The rest of lunch consists of a lot of talking, and figuring each other out. We never got any work done, but I was fine with that. I don't know why, usually I get started on my work as soon possible, but that was probably so I didn't have to see Fitz then, he hated homework and would rather let me do it by myself instead of helping me.

Fitz and Eli are pretty different. Eli seems to care about me, even though he has only known me for a day. He defiantly is different. He has a hearse, and its named Morty. He loves wearing black, but he's not Goth or emo. He doesn't care what people think about him. He has two friends so far, me and his friend that was at the mall with him yesterday, Adam.

I smiled widely when he called me his friend, although I don't know why. I would've thought us to be acquaintances, but that's beside the point really. I'm just glad he considered me a friend.

I definitely found an attraction to him, but he's only a friend, that's it. I have Fitz and I'm happy with him well, somewhat. I just need to lure him into letting me help him with his anger. I just hope I can help him, and he let me help him.

When Fitz and I got to his house, he was in a happy mood to see me. He even asked how lunch was with Eli. I proceeded to tell him what he was like, and he said he didn't really like him, but he was okay with us hanging out. I was relieved.

I wanted Fitz to like Eli, so maybe they could hang out. But I knew that it was never going to be a possibility, but I was okay.

Maybe Fitz finally stopped; maybe he finally realized how much he was hurting me. I wasn't going to get my hopes up though.

Like they always say, a tiger can't change its stripes over night.

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