Title: Hot Mess
Rating: R
Chapter: 15
Fandom: Degrassi: The Next Generation
Summary: Clare uses her womanly whiles to protect Eli. Eclare. Flare. Misfits!
Comments: "Hot Mess" by Cobra Starship.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the idea.

Eli stood in the doorway of his bedroom with Fitz, shaking slightly as his nerves sank in. He looked up at the taller boy, swallowing hard. "I can't do this," he muttered his confession.

Fitz shook his head, whispering assuredly, "You'll be fine. Besides, this isn't for you. This is for Clare." He froze at the sound of creaking footsteps on the stairs. "Now or never, Goldilocks."

Eli's whole body went tense, but before he could object, Fitz's lips were crushed against his. Fitz placed his hands on the smaller boy's hips, pulling their bodies together tightly. He smashed the emo-esque teenager against the wall. Eli slipped his arms onto Fitz's shoulders, tugging himself up on his toes, as he met his best friend's passionate kiss.

Clare sighed heavily in exhaustion, walking down the hallway, but stopped at the sight of Eli and Fitz out of the corner of her eyes. She spun towards them, her jaw dropping agape. She chewed on her bottom lip, watching her two lovers making out before. She gasped, a wave of heat pooling in her stomach, as Fitz toyed with Eli's belt buckle.

Eli pulled his head back with a gasp at the action. He opened his mouth to complain, but only let out a moan as Fitz nipped at his jaw line. The older boy tugged the belt out of its place and tossed it to the side, his mouth sucking at the sixteen year old's pulse point. "God dammit," Eli groaned softly, gripping his friend's hair tightly.

Clare's knees buckled submissively below her as she moaned at the sight before her. She leaned backwards, colliding into the wall with a loud thump. She slid down the wall slowly until her butt connected with the floor. Her eyes filled with lust as she ran her hands down the side of her body, dying to be touched. She let out a small string of moans as if to get some attention from her boyfriends.

Eli and Fitz did not seem to falter; Clare's noises only fueled the fire burning inside of Fitz. Fitz pulled himself away from Eli, only to rip off the smaller boy's shirt. He ran his hands slowly up Eli's sides. Eli fluttered his eyes slightly, moaning softly, but froze at the sight of Clare in the hallway alone. He looked up at Fitz, who had followed the gaze.

Clare had moved to lay on her side, her eyes closed as her imagination ran wild inside of her. She let out a string of moans, screaming, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Her body shook against the hardwood floor, sweat pouring off of her body. Her nails scratched against her own skin as if to hold on to something.

Clare gasped when a pair of lips pressed against the side of her neck, her eyes popping open. She shot up into a sitting position, her cheeks flushing bright pink, as she looked down bashfully.

Eli sat on his knees, rubbing her arm, with a smile. He leaned in closer, pushing his nose through her hair to tickle her ear, and whispered, "I hope it was worth it."

Clare met his eyes with a giggle, nodding, "For sure." She leaned into him, capturing his lips with her own.

Eli wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his hands on the small of her back, as he returned the kiss. He pulled back away a moment and nodded back towards his room. "It was his idea," he informed, not wanting to take all the credit for their performance.

Clare looked up at the doorway. Fitz stood leaning back on the frame while rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. His face was slightly flushed from the lack of breath and his body was shaking as it found its coordination.

Clare found her way to her feet and quickly tumbled over to Fitz. She gripped the front of his shirt, tugging him into the room after her. She kicked the door shut behind them.

DTNG

Clare ran her hands across Fitz's perfectly chiseled abs as she towered ever so slightly above him. She bit her bottom lip, looking up at him, her eyes full of desire.

Fitz laid beneath her, smiling at her. He grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her down to rest completely on top of him, their lips pressed together in a kiss. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, tilting her head to the side to deepen the kiss. He opened his mouth, sliding his tongue out, and parted her lips with the muscle. She bucked her hips down against his, their naked bodies sticking together with sweat.

Clare threw her head back with a gasp as Fitz thrust back inside of her. He gripped her hips with his hands, rocking her hips against his. She felt her breath hitch as he quickly found her most sensitive spot with his tip. She froze, a string of moans escaping her lips as he quickly pumped himself in and out of her. He felt her tighten around his hardness and slowed down his thrusts.

Fitz leaned forward, pressing his lips desperately against hers. She tangled her fingers in his hair, digging her nails into his scalp, while moaning into his mouth. Their bodies shook at the same moment, their hands clutching each other's bodies tighter together, as they climaxed. He rocked their hips together, riding through their orgasms.

Fitz collapsed on the bed in exhaustion with a sigh as he tried to catch his breath. His fingertips trailed up and down his lover's back, causing her to shutter.

Clare lay on top of him, unwilling to move her warmth away from him. She rested her head on his shoulder, breathing heavily on his neck. Her eyes fluttered closed, sleep quickly overcoming the girl.

Fitz almost panicked as her body went limp against his, but relaxed when he realized she had fallen asleep. He smiled, pressing a chaste kiss against her forehead, while running his hand through her hair. "Goodnight, Clare," he whispered, reaching over to turn off the lamp on the nightstand.

DTNG

Clare tugged her denim blue smock dress down, shifting her legs covered in purple leggings together nervously. She had just finished her biophysics exam and had been told to immediately attend to Mister Simpson's office. She wiped the smudges of lipstick away from the sides of her mouth until the hot pink color only appeared on her lips.

Clare took in a deep breath, stopping by her own desk to grab her tote bag, and then continued her journey to Mister Simpson's office. She knocked on the open frame with a small smile, calling out softly, "Mister Simpson." When he looked up at her, her breath hitched nervously. "You wanted to see me?"

Mister Simpson smiled, motioning to one of the chairs in front of him, "Yes. Take a seat."

Clare shut the door behind herself and sat down in one of the uncomfortable chairs across from the principal. She swallowed the lump in her throat as her nausea started to come back.

Mister Simpson's eyes were filled with sympathy as he closed the file in front of him that rested on his desk. He slowly slid it under his keyboard as he spoke, "Now, usually, the faculty waits for a student to console in them or, if we have a hunch, we send a student to Ms. Suave…" He looked back up at her with a smile, "But you're a special exception, Clare."

Clare's hands roamed over her aching stomach, her face paling with anticipation. "Am I in trouble?" she asked, hoping his answer would put her mind at ease.

"Well, not with the school," Mister Simpson replied simply. "Now, you have the right to not respond to any of this, Clare, but we've all heard the rumors and…"

Clare nodded, cutting him off with her confession, "I'm pregnant." She chewed on her bottom lip, looking down at the vomit colored carpet. She grimaced, closing her eyes, as her stomach lurched inside of her body. She looked back up at her mentor willingly.

Mister Simpson's eyes were filled with something no other adult had shown her. It was an emotion she had not seen anywhere in the past two months. Disappointment. "And you're…"

"Don't worry," Clare assured with a smile, holding her hand up. "I'm due in July. You won't lose your secretary just yet." Her eyes filled with hope, trying to cheer him up.

Mister Simpson chuckled slightly at her comment, shaking his head, "And you're doing okay? Eli's dad, Mister Goldsworthy, told us you were in the hospital for a few days…"

"I fail at stress management when it comes to being pregnant. But I have it under control now," Clare replied, her smile not faltering. "My doctor gave me some reading on it."

Mister Simpson sighed in relief, a heavy weight being lifted off his shoulders, "Alright. Well, you should get back to your exams." He stood, going to open the door for her. "I'll see you tonight at the dance?"

Clare looked up at him, shrugging, "I think so. I have to ask… my date… first." She could feel herself strangling to get the words out. She knew if her principal found out about her polygamous situation, he would look down on her even more than she was sure he already did for being pregnant at fifteen. She carefully placed a hand on her stomach.

DTNG

Eli leaned over the table in the family economics classroom, watching his girlfriend as she washed the dishes she had used for her food preparation final.

Clare quirked an eyebrow, feeling his eyes on her. "Yes, Eli?"

Eli leaned against the counter, "So… I think you and Fitz should go to the dance tonight."

Clare set the pan on the stove, turning to face him. "Why?"

"You guys could use some time alone and I have to finish Christmas shopping," Eli shrugged nonchalantly, but Clare could see right through his chill exterior as his greens eyes reflected his nervous emotion.

Clare shook her head, turning the sink off, "You finished Christmas shopping last week. I'll act surprised when I open my present." She wiped her hands on a towel she had left on the counter. "I want to go to the dance with both of you. You don't have a choice. Unless…" She pulled the rest of the dishes slowly out of the sink. "You decide to tell me the truth."

"I'm just going out to get things done, Clare," Eli sighed in annoyance.

Clare's heart stopped in realization. "With Jenna?"

Eli shook his head, "No. Alli."

Clare's stomach dropped in disbelief at his words. She did not even think about it as her hand gripped the pan handle. She pulled it off the stove and started hitting him violently with the object. "You asshole!" she screamed, tears burning in her eyes. "Fucking my best friend is worse than fucking that trashy little home wrecker! She's my goddamn best friend!" She continued to hit Eli on the shoulders, chest, and head with the metal object.

Eli tried to cover himself, searching for words, to save himself, "Clare… Clare… It's not…"

"Ms. Edwards! Stop it this instant! Mr. Simpson's office! Both of you!" Mrs. Dawes exclaimed.

Clare hit Eli one more time in the head before dropping the pan on the counter. She wiped at her wet eyes with the back of her hand, rushing out of the room. She refused to even acknowledge him. He did not deserve it. She knew being was Fitz and Eli was definitely a challenge for both boys, but to sleep with a girl and her best friend. She felt as if she would throw up.

DTNG

Alli stared at her phone, the time slowly ticking away. She groaned, rolling her eyes. "Come on, Eli!" she whined to no one in particular as she jumped up and down on the icy sidewalk to keep herself warm. She refused to face the Tiffany's window because she knew she would die of greed.

"I'm here!" Eli's voice sounded exhausted as he quickly approached Alli, a coffee cup in each hand. He handed her the larger, "Venti soy peppermint latte."

Alli could not help but smile as she took the cup. "You're forgiven."

Eli sighed. "I wish Clare was as easy as you were."

"Excuse me?" Alli quirked a defensive eyebrow as she sipped her coffee.

"She thinks we're going out on a date or something," Eli shrugged, rolling his eyes.

Alli's eyes went wide in surprise. "Why would she…? What did you do, Eli?" she demanded.

"I told her we were going Christmas shopping and she thinks that means we're having sex or something completely irrational like that," Eli replied before chugging half his coffee to keep himself warm.

Alli scoffed, laughing slightly, "That's a joke. I'm not a cheater. Even if the two of you are."

"Jenna was a mistake, okay? I made one mistake. She slept with Fitz for an entire month and I'm the bad guy for making out with one girl one time while I was drunk. And now I'm busy and she beats me with a frying pan," Eli grumbled, rubbing his slightly purple cheek.

Alli narrowed her eyes, peering at the bruise through the dimly lit street. "A frying pan?"

"It was the only thing she had in reach. I'm just glad she had putting her knives away at that point," Eli sighed thankfully.

Alli frowned at his words as Eli looked through her at the window display. "So… are we going to do this?" he asked.

Alli smiled slightly with a nod, "Of course."