Okay, did anyone else scream as loud as I did when you saw the promo for tomorrow's episode? I literally blew my mother's eardrums out.

As for my sickness and writer's block, I literally kicked their sorry butts. Though, my screaming probably didn't help with the healing process of my throat. I'm not going to rant about tonight's episode, since it'll probably take up most of the page. But, I'm glad Eli and Adam are okay. And at least Fiona is going to be okay, because I really like her. I lol'd at Riley's explanation. "Football Gayness." he said. It's called homosexuality, qb1. But, I hope things work out for Riley. And Clare set off a stink bomb! That's too funny.

Okay, so I know this has been done before, but I'd like to try it out myself. Yes, I am doing a K.C./Clare/Eli love triangle fic. This story was inspired b the song 'Breakeven' by The Script.

Anyways, Enjoy!

K.C.'s POV

Why did I ever break up with her?

She was the very definition of perfect, with her curly auburn locks, her pale porcelain-like skin, and her baby blue eyes.

What the fuck was wrong with me? Was I stupid? How could I ever cheat on her? And now, the very reason for my break-up with her was pregnant with my child. I had royally screwed up with the only two girls who made me feel good.

Jenna was beautiful and funny and every guy's dream. But ever since she told me she was pregnant, I can only view her as an annoyance. Not to mention, the very reason for every guilty thought I have nowadays.

Clare was smart and gorgeous and the kind of girl I could see myself everyday. Yet, I didn't appreciate her while I had her. The phrase 'you don't know what you have until it's gone' fit my situation perfectly.

I wondered how Clare still felt about me. Did she still hate me? She sure didn't act like she did. Sometimes, if I passed her in the halls, she would offer a small smile. What did this mean?

It suddenly hit me. I still liked Clare. But, this epiphany did nothing except verify that I was a total idiot.

I was surprised that she didn't notice me burning holes in the back of her head. Glancing down at my watch, I noticed I had been staring at her for a good five minutes.

Real cool. I've turned into a stalker. A small voice encouraged me to go talk to her. To apologize and make things right. And, maybe, quite possibly, get back together with her.

A louder voice told me I had no chance in hell.

I decided to just try. Taking a deep breath, I slowly made my way over to her. I froze as a figure clad in dark clothing approached her. She closed her locker and turned to him. He leaned in close and started to speak. Her cheeks lit up and she bit her lower lip.

Jealousy boiled up inside of me. I know it was stupid of me to be jealous. I should be happy that she was happy. But I wanted to be the one who made her content, not some goth freak. I should be the one making her blush. Realizing that I was standing in the middle of the hallway, I leaned against the wall, waiting.

I watched as he reached over and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Her face flushed and he leaned over to whisper something to her. She rolled her eyes and playfully pushed his arm.

Had I ever been like that with her? Playful and loving? No, not that I could remember. Resentful, I decided to interrupt. I walked over to her.

She noticed me right away. I was surprised to see her smile softly.

"Hey, K.C." She said. The boy who stood next to her turned to me and smirked.

"Uhh, hi, Clare." She surprised me by turning away from me. Obviously, she had been thinking I was only greeting her. "Umm, Clare, I was wondering if we could talk. You know, alone?" Her head snapped towards me as I spoke. I hoped she caught the emphasized 'alone.' She turned to the boy, who nodded and smiled.

"I'll see you in English." He gave her a little wink before walking away. He hadn't even bothered to spare a glance in my direction.

"Who's your friend?" I asked, inclining my head in the direction the goth kid went.

"Oh, his name is Eli. So, you wanted to talk?" She asked, leaning against her locker. Instead of looking angry or excited, she looked rather bored.

"Umm, yeah. I'm just going to be blunt here, Clare. I've missed hanging out with you." I wanted to smile as her eyes went wide and her jaw went slack.

"I…I don't know what to say." She mumbled, looking down at her sneakers. She looked up at me suddenly, her eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"Where's Jenna?" She asked. I cleared my throat uncomfortably.

"We…uhh…broke up." If her eyes were wide before, they were huge now.

"What? Why?" My heart fluttered out of nervousness. Why did she have to pick that topic to start with?

"It's complicated." I disregarded with a wave of my hand. "Listen, getting back to the subject at hand, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime. You know, catch up." I asked, hopefully. Instead of the smile I was expecting, she frowned.

"I'm busy." She explained simply, turning to walk away. I grabbed her arm gently.

"Hear me out, Clare." She pulled her arm away and shook her head.

"I already gave you a second chance, K.C. And you ruined it. You and Jenna hurt me badly. I harbor no bad feelings toward you, but I've moved on. I've made new friends. And I already like someone."

"Let me guess. Eli?" I wished that hadn't come out sounding so bitter. Her eyes narrowed as she her gaze turned fierce.

"That's none of your business." She hissed at me.

"I can't believe you'd like some goth freak." I regretted my words as soon as they left my mouth. Why was I such an idiot? She pressed her lips together in a thin line as her eyes darkened.

"Don't talk badly about him." Her voice dropped dangerously low. It sort of scared me to see her so angry. But, I couldn't believe she was falling for someone like him. He was no good for her. "Don't talk to me anymore." She gave me one last glare before she turned and walked away, leaving me in her dust.

I sighed and slumped against the locker beside hers. Great, I insulted someone she cared about and probably made her hate me more than before. I was never going to win her back at this rate.

Later that day, I watched with spite as she walked to his car and slid into the passenger seat. She was riding in a hearse. With someone who wore skinny jeans and all black. Was I the only one who found something wrong with this image?

As I stood there, Jenna and Alli passed by. Alli purposely bumped into me. This was just like that time with Clare. Except, this time I was alone, with no one to turn to. So, I went home.

My mother was waiting in the kitchen for me. She and I had been getting along well. Instead of greeting her, I went straight to my room. She knew something was up, because she followed me.

"Something on your mind, sweetie?" She asked, sitting down on the bed beside me. I sighed deeply and turned to her.

"Yeah. I'm a jerk who only knows how to break girls' hearts." She laughed and kissed my forehead.

"I'm sure things will get better, honey. If you need anything, you know you can talk to me. Dinner will be ready in an hour." She stood and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. Sighing, I took my shoes off and crawled into bed.

I needed a nap. Though, before I fell into unconsciousness, an image of a blue-eyed beauty with short wavy hair flashed through my mind.

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~S.S.