Trying something. Kc's POV. Hard. So, enjoy. I'm wondering, should i finish before i leave or after?

Just wondering...

KC's POV

Let go of something… was that an indirect reference to me? She couldn't be that upset about letting go of his hand.

Then I saw Eli give her a secret look and she melted.

What in the name of hell… I think she was…

Wesley, Connor, Dave, and Adam chatted and talked, laughed and joked. I pretended to be in on their conversation.I secretly watched Eli and two were having a conversation with their eyes.

Clare and Eli were sitting pretty close there, could they get any closer? Then Clare proved me wrong and was practically sitting in his lap.

Actually, I think she was… literally and metaphorically…

Then I realized that I was jealous.

The little voice I've heard so often said it like out of nowhere, cutting clear across my thoughts like a pair of sharp edged scissors on a paper heart…

"You're jealous of him," it said.

Since when was I crazy. I tried shrugging it off.

"He has Clare, in his lap… metaphorically"

I ran fingers through my hair.

"You want her…"

'Yes, alright, that's true but she deserves better than me and by the looks of it, it's him so shut up," I thought, if you can't beat it, join it.

The little voice had a satisfied edge. "You are going to let her go?"

I was insane, but coping. "You've got to."

'I will… I am… Ok…'

Then I imagined the little voice's body cut off the heartstring of the balloon with Clare on it… and it floats away.

"You've let it go…I'm proud,"

I've heard that voice, in person, can't place it but it was a girl's, a woman's, or a female's voice.

Chapter 7

Eli's POV

Clare Edwards… she is like… almost my polar opposite but I can't help but like her.

The effect I have is… amazing.

Her face was kind of always red around me but she still got closer to me, telling me about her MI class.

All I could listen to was our conversation with our eyes.

I wanted her, very badly.

She looked up at me and bit her lip, I've always found that incredibly hot about her.

Hormones… oh crap… control yourself Eli…

Did she actually like me? She can't like me, the kid she's known for 3 weeks who ran over her glasses, loves black, interested in death, and was kind of a bad influence…

I could screw her over, break her heart, and leave her broken.

But why in the name of hell, would I make her beautiful blue eyes red? I'm not worth crying over. At least I don't think so.