Okay, so I've received one thousand reviews. Can someone pinch me? Why? Because, I must be dreaming! I seriously cannot express how much I appreciate all the reviews. Everything that this story has received has made me so incredibly happy. I hope you all continue to be your awesome selves.
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Clare bit her lower lip, suppressing a moan. She bit so hard that she drew blood. Eli's assault on her neck had not stopped. His lips ascended, until they finally reached hers.
He nipped her lower lip playfully. She parted her lips and allowed him entrance. While their tongues battled for dominance in a heated kiss, Clare could feel Eli's fingers ghosting over her hip. He pulled his lips apart from hers as he ducked his head to kiss her collarbone.
Clare breathed in a shaky breath as her heart hammered against her ribcage. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that they should not be doing this in an empty hallway.
But, Eli's lips had convinced her otherwise. He brought his lips back up to meet hers. She groaned when his hips grinded against hers. This boy would be the death of her.
Clare gripped his shoulder tightly when his tongue glided over the roof of her mouth. His finger drew circles on her hip.
Eli's lips traveled down to her jaw, then worked their way down to the hollow of her throat. Clare gasped when his teeth grazed her skin.
"E-Eli…" She breathed out. Her hands moved traveled up and she ran her fingers through his hair.
"You two!" Clare and Eli jumped apart from each other as a tiny, elderly woman came charging towards them. Clare's cheeks flushed from embarrassment as she adjusted herself. Eli just stood there, smirking. They recognized her as Miss Wilkinson, the Algebra teacher. She was short, thin, and incredibly old. Out of all the teachers, she had been working there for years. She was also very strict, not to mention that she despised any romantic afflictions students shared with one another.
She grabbed Eli and Clare's wrist and started to drag them along, probably towards the principal's office.
"You two will be in so much trouble!" The elderly teacher continued to ramble silently while Clare followed along nervously, and Eli amused.
"This is all your fault!" Clare hissed in a whisper. She shot a glance at the teacher, who feebly dragged them down another corridor. "We never should've been doing something so…so…lewd!" She cried in a hushed tone. Eli chuckled and shook his head.
"Yeah, well, you weren't complaining two minutes ago, when I was-"
"Eli!" She hissed angrily, glowering. Eli leaned in and stole a kiss. Clare fumed silently, slightly frightened.
"Don't be so dramatic, sweetheart. Most we get? A detention or two. Just relax." Eli reassured. Clare's glare softened slightly. Eli winked when they were suddenly yanked into the office. For an older woman, she sure as hell had an arm.
"Principal Simpson! I caught these two hooligans acting inappropriately in the hall!" Miss Wilkinson barged into the office, startling Mr. Simpson.
He looked up from his paper work and eyed Clare and Eli. Hair disheveled, cheeks flushed, clothes in disarray. They were a mess.
"Have a seat, Ms. Edwards. Mr. Goldsworthy." Both teens sat down. Archie smiled sweetly at the elderly teacher.
"You can leave now, Miss Wilkinson. I'll handle it from here." The elderly woman nodded and walked out, shutting the door behind her.
Archie sighed as he rubbed his temples.
"Inappropriate acts?" He questioned, looking between the two. Clare pursed her lips and nodded.
"Yes, sir. We were…uhh…" Clare struggled to find something that didn't sound so racy.
"We were kissing. Deeply." Eli stated frankly. Clare wanted to hit him for his bluntness. Instead f looking apologetic, Eli was just sitting there, smirking smugly.
"Umm, okay, I guess I'll give you both two days detention. Don't let it happen again." He added sternly. He sighed again. Where did the sweet, innocent, well-behaved Clare Edwards run off to?
Clare and Eli stood. As they were about to leave, Archie stopped them.
"Wait. Clare, you go first. Then, Eli." When they shot him a strange look, he smiled and shrugged. "Just taking precautions."
Once both teens left, Principal Simpson groaned and continued working. Teenagers were such a handful.
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